Nurse's Weakness
by Jackson Robard 


FOREWORD 

Parents with children of junior high school age will probably be 
particularly disturbed by Mr. Robard's important new novel unless they are 
among that growing group of adults whose own changing sexual morality is 
mirrored by the trends so shockingly and vividly described in the author's 
work. 

The parents who are most alarmed by the revelations contained in this true 
to life work of fiction would probably, however, be equally alarmed by a 
recent government sponsored survey on morality which concerned itself with 
all age groups and concluded that indeed, rather than mirroring the 
liberalization of adult mores, the youth of America seemed to be leading the 
evolution. The team did define age eighteen to twenty-two as the most 
experiment-prone group sexually, but added that this was the first young 
adult generation (our first young adult voters, the publisher notes) to have 
statistically begun early overt sexual experimentation during their early 
teens. 

Added a noted psychologist member of the survey team: "The healthy child is 
a polymorphous pervert. It is only the molding and channeling by parental 
and sociological forces that produces what we consider the 'sexually normal 
adult' and conversely, the 'sexually abnormal adult'. But with either 
result, the process must inevitably be one of suppression of varied sex 
drives. It is the decreasing suppression at these early stages of 
development which is permitting an increasingly greater number of 
individuals to express themselves more liberally at later stages." 

The Publishers feel the adult population deserves a closer and more intimate 
look at this teenage world which, to paraphrase the psychologist quoted 
above, is the sexual sire of future adult population. We think the readers 
must agree, as evidenced by the unanimous acceptance by a discerning 
readership of Mr. Robard's past works on this and similar topics, and we are 
proud to present to an adult public that is interested in more than mere 
"escapist literature" this new, vivid, poignant, and, doubtless, shocking 
work. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The confusion that broke out in Ward Seven was so great that, had word of 
its origin not spread so rapidly, it could have caused a panic comparable to 
that of the bomb scare two years previously. In fact, it seemed that the 
word spread telepathically as much as by mouth. A mystically oriented 
observer might have gone so far as to propose that it was the sheer sexual 
frenzy surrounding Nurse Susan Drake, creating somewhat of a psychic bond 
among the patients in Ward Seven, which contributed that evening to the 
wildfire spread of the scandal. One moment the halls were peaceful, deserted 
except for a young orderly, a lone intern making his evening rounds, and the 
matronly head nurse, Miss Rothschild. Instants later, almost to the echo of 
the head nurse's hideous scream, the TV lounge had emptied into the 
corridor. Pajama-clad patients stormed from their rooms. The young intern 
had left his clipboard on the lap of a traction-bound patient and scurried 
to the hall, and a club-wielding night watchman had arrived from below. And 
through all this havoc the voluptuous brunette who had created the stir was 
led away sobbing, her long black hair in disarray. Her nervous fingers 
fumbling clumsily at the buttons down the front of her opened uniform, which 
revealed for every hungrily staring eye to see that beneath it she wore 
neither a brassiere nor panties. 

Susan Bonner stared dejectedly at the floor, unable to meet the piercing 
indignant eyes of Miss Rothschild, who sat opposite her in hospital director 
Jenkins' cramped and cluttered office. The frightened brunette had never 
felt so ashamed and humiliated in her life; she couldn't imagine how this 
had ever happened to her. It was as if a pleasant dream had suddenly turned 
to nightmare, and the nightmare had in turn become real. Yet in spite of all 
her embarrassment and humiliation little ripples of unfulfilled passion 
still coursed electrically. through her body, and the consuming need which 
still pervaded her raw nerve ends was only going to make the ordeal she now 
had to face all the more difficult. 

"Harumph," Miss Rothschild said, staring indignantly at Susan. "Never in my 
years on this earth have I seen such an obscene and disgusting display." 

Susan didn't answer. She knew that it would be useless to try to explain the 
motives, still confused in her own mind, to this stern and stubborn matron, 
and she resolved not to even try. She would take without protest whatever 
slander they wanted to heap upon her. And perhaps it would all be true 
anyway, though even that hardly seemed to matter now. She just wanted to get 
this over with, submit her resignation and get as far away from the hospital 
as she could. And perhaps someday she would even be able to pretend that 
tonight's episode had not even happened. 

Then Susan's sensuously curved body stiffened and she looked up in shock and 
horror at the head nurse's next statement. 

"I trust you are aware there are laws against that sort of behavior in this 
state. And I, for one, am going to insist that Director Jenkins sees you are 
prosecuted to their limits." 

Susan swallowed hard, staring at the head nurse in startled dismay. Looking 
into the stern blue eyes that gazed hatefully back at her, she knew with a 
terrible sinking sensation that Miss Rothschild wasn't kidding. This was a 
prospect that had completely eluded the young nurse until now. Susan could 
have born all the shame and humiliation, all the degradation they had to 
offer, but the prospect of having to face criminal proceedings for what she 
had done was more than she could bear. It was too much for a woman in her 
present frustrated state to even think about, and she couldn't even find a 
response for the head nurse's chilling threat. 

Then she was relieved of that problem as the door opened and Superintendent 
Harold Jenkins walked in. 

"Well?" the superintendent said, looking alternately from the voluptuous 
brunette to the buxom, middle-aged redhead. At last his eyes came to rest on 
the stern head nurse. "Would you mind telling me, Miss Rothschild, what has 
happened that could be serious enough to bring me back down here at this 
time of the evening?" 

"Harumph," the head nurse said again, glowering at Susan so viciously it 
made the younger woman want to cringe. "I was making my evening rounds when 
I walked into Jimmy Caldwell's room, which he has to himself now, since the 
other young boy was released to home care yesterday. I found them." 

The slender distinguished man looked for a moment back at Susan, his eyes 
descending ever so briefly to the firmly rounded mounds of her breasts, 
straining against her white uniform. Then he glanced again at Miss 
Rothschild. "You found them?" 

"I found them in the lewdest sexual embrace," the head nurse said in a 
whisper that seemed almost to indicate she feared the words would 
contaminate her. "I found them indulging in sexual intercourse. I have never 
been so shocked and appalled in my life." The middle-aged woman paused, her 
lips trembling as she sought the words to continue. "I am sure that you are 
aware, Mr. Jenkins, that what Miss Bonner has done is a criminal offense. 
There are laws in this state against statutory rape." 

"But I didn't rape Jimmy," Susan gasped. 

"Seducing a minor is legally considered rape," the director said. "Nor does 
the sex of the adult involved have any bearing on the law." 

"I am glad to see Mr. Jenkins is well enough informed to substantiate what I 
have said," the head nurse continued, never taking her eyes from Susan. "And 
I trust he will share my opinion that this matter cannot be dropped. I hope 
he will prosecute you to the very limits of the law, you filthy slut!" 

The abashed brunette's eyes flared momentarily as she heard herself 
addressed to those derogatory terms, but she knew it must be true. 
Otherwise, how could she have participated in the obscene act in which she 
had just been caught? 

"Do you care to deny this accusation, Nurse Bonner?" the director asked. 

"I don't care to deny . . . to deny that I had sexual intercourse with 
Jimmy," Susan said. "I admit that. But it wasn't. . . like she told it." 

"Very well," Mr. Jenkins said, looking back at the head nurse. "You may go." 

"I beg your pardon?" Miss Rothschild asked in astonishment. 

"I said you may go. I'll handle it from here on out." 

Vexed, the large-bodied woman rose and stepped past Susan to the door. Then 
she paused and looked back again. "I trust you will not let this matter 
drop?" 

"Yes, Miss Rothschild," the hospital director answered tiredly. 

The matron coughed indignantly and closed the door loudly as she went out. 

Susan waited in silence, her eyes cast down to the floor through a short but 
tense hush. The director finally broke it. "I'm afraid this sort of thing is 
completely unprecedented during my tenure here at the hospital. Do you have 
anything to say for yourself?" 

Susan looked up fearfully. "I . . . I don't guess there is anything I can 
say," she paused for a moment and then continued. "I realize I have to 
resign. I know I can't expect to keep my job here after what has happened. 
But you aren't seriously considering what she was talking about, are you, 
Mr. Jenkins? You aren't thinking about pressing charges for statutory rape, 
are you?" 

"To be perfectly honest with you, Miss Bonner," the director began, "I find 
this whole affair very confusing. I guess I should say that for some time 
your presence here has caused me concern." 

"I don't understand." 

"Some women are just too attractive, or to be more specific, I should say, 
too sexy, for their own good. You radiate sex, Miss Bonner. It exudes from 
you. And I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised to hear that one of 
our patients had attempted to rape you, or at least gotten fresh with you. 
But I am shocked to hear that a woman as desirable as you are became 
desperate enough to rape one of our patients, even in the technical 
statutory sense of the word." 

"But I didn't do that because I was desperate," Susan sobbed. "It wasn't 
like that at all." 

"Now perhaps we are getting somewhere," the director said. "I happen to be 
particularly familiar with Jimmy's case. He is fourteen years old and he is 
facing a very serious operation. Why did you do it? And why him?" 

Susan took a deep breath, arching her highly rounded breasts more 
prominently, feeling an added twinge of discomfort as the director's eyes 
descended appreciatively to the two inviting swells. She bit her lip. "I did 
it.. . I did it because it was him. He needed me. He was so afraid, and he'd 
never had a woman, a girl, and with the operation coming up on Monday . . . 
Oh, I know it was insane, I know it was sheer madness, but it was an 
accident, I didn't intend for it to happen, I don't even think Jimmy did. I 
was just trying to comfort him and then . . . " 

The sensuous brunette looked pleadingly at the tall man standing before her. 
"But I can't face criminal charges. I can't bear that. My freedom, if I lost 
my freedom, I think I'd go out of my mind." 

"Oh, I don't believe it will go that far," the director said. "At worst, 
you'll probably receive a fine and a suspended sentence. But unless 
something like this reoccurs, I don't expect you'll actually have to do any 
time in prison." 

Susan could hardly quell the sob of terror that rose in her throat. "But you 
aren't seriously going to subject me to that? You aren't going to 
prosecute?" 

Mr. Jenkins sighed. "I don't know if I have any choice. Apparently the 
entire hospital, staff and patients a-like, knows what has happened. And we 
do have our reputation to consider." 

Fresh tears welled up and spilled from 

Susan's eyes, blurring her vision as she stared pleadingly at the 
distinguished-looking, graying man. "But I can't go through that. I can't 
have all this brought out and discussed in a trial and . . . I just bought a 
new coat, a fur coat, which completely depleted my savings. I couldn't even 
post bail. If you press charges against me, I would have to go to jail." 

The director turned away. He took a cigarette case from his pocket, 
extracted a smoke, and lit it, not bothering to offer one to Susan. His back 
to her, he stood and smoked silently for a moment, then turned to her again. 
"Would you like to come with me, Miss Bonner?" 

Susan rose shakily. "But where?" 

"Just come with me." 

Perplexed and terrified, yet still unable to refuse, Susan followed the 
director out of his office and down the hall toward the elevator. 

The exit from the hospital that night was an endless-seeming gauntlet. She 
could hardly face the indignantly mocking, sometimes lustful stares of the 
patients and staff she encountered on the way, and by the time they reached 
the ground floor and went out the front entrance to Director Jenkins' 
automobile, she was convulsing with sobs. 

The director held the door open to let her into the front seat, then moved 
around and took his own place behind the wheel. 

"Where . . . where are you taking me?" Susan asked after he left the 
hospital drive and moved into the downtown traffic. She got no answer. 
Hospital Director Jenkins, in whose hands her fate now rested, said nothing. 
He concentrated his attention exclusively on his driving until ten or 
fifteen minutes later and some distance across town, he pulled into a 
parking lot, got out of the car, and led Susan to the pavilioned entrance to 
what appeared to be an exclusive hotel or apartment building. 

"But.. . I don't understand," Susan protested as he escorted her inside past 
the desk where he was recognized and to the elevator. 

Still the director said nothing. A horrible and shocking thought rushed into 
Susan's mind as they rose to the top floor of the building, but she 
dismissed it as quickly as it had arisen. That was too shocking to even 
imagine, and she knew a distinguished man like Mr. Jenkins would never 
resort to something so sordid and base. But moments later, as he unlocked a 
door down the hall of the top floor and let her in to an elegant two-room 
suite, the suspicion rose in her mind again, now even more prevalently. 

"But Mr. Jenkins," she gasped, "this looks like a penthouse apartment or 
something." 

For the first time that evening, the director smiled. "Yes, Susan, it's 
precisely that. And rather expensive, I must admit. But well worth the money 
for a man like myself, who occasionally needs the sort of variation one 
never finds at home with his wife." 

"But are you suggesting . . . ? " Mr. Jenkins walked across to the 
well-equipped bar in the corner of the living room. He poured himself a shot 
of Scotch over ice and looked back at Susan. "Care for something?" 

"Yes," Susan said, the awful comprehension of what was happening creeping 
slowly over her. "A Scotch, mine on the rocks too." 

Mr. Jenkins fixed Susan's drink and handed it to her. Then his lewd grin 
returned, almost making her skin crawl. He held up his glass in a toast. 
"You know, I've always found you a very attractive woman. You must have seen 
me looking at you on occasion?" 

"I don't know," Susan managed, sipping her drink, her eyes averted. 

"But you might find it surprising to know I have a steadfast rule which I've 
stood by even in your exceptional case. I never fool around with members of 
my own hospital staff no matter how much I might be tempted." He smiled, his 
eyes now drifting openly, almost leisurely, down the length of Susan's 
shapely body. "However, due to tonight's incident, that restriction no 
longer exists with you. As I will be accepting your resignation, without 
prejudice, I might add, you are technically no longer a member of the staff, 
therefore available." 

Susan stared back in shock, hardly even able to find the words to protest 
the insult she felt at the hospital director's lewd suggestion. Then at last 
she spoke in a quivering voice: "You're asking me to prostitute myself. What 
you're doing is even worse than what I did back there." 

"Depends on how you look at it," Director Jenkins said lazily, "but from 
your point of view, I would say this is definitely the alternative to be 
chosen, as you might well be able to imagine by now. The other is a trip to 
the police station, booking, and all the other dirty business that would 
follow." 

"I won't do it," Susan hissed, staring back in anger. "I just won't do it." 

"Now don't tell me that little romp with Jimmy Caldwell satisfied all your 
womanly needs. Don't tell me a fourteen year old boy has the stamina to take 
care of a full-grown, hot-blooded female like yourself." 

"That has nothing to do with it," Susan said. "We were interrupted right in 
the middle." Then her voice faded as she realized what she had said, and a 
shiver went through her body as the director reached up and deftly flicked 
open the top button of her uniform. 

"Stopped in the middle," he chuckled. "Very interesting." 

Susan reached up to seize Mr. Jenkins' wrist as he loosened the second 
button. "I'll tell them," she gasped. "I'll tell them what you did, and 
you'll be in just as much trouble as I am." 

"I don't think so," he said quietly. "I really don't believe you could 
convince them you were telling the truth." 

Susan's hand dropped slowly away and she took another sip of her drink, 
staring down in dismay at the hospital director's fingers expertly loosening 
the rest of the buttons down her uniform, teasingly pushing the material 
apart to expose the softly rounded flesh of her unencumbered breasts. During 
the confusion that had followed Miss Rothschild's entrance into Jimmy 
Caldwell's room, she hadn't even had time to retrieve her brassiere, nor, 
she realized with a surge of even greater vulnerability, her panties. 
Beneath the thinly revealing uniform, Susan was completely naked. And the 
nakedness, the physical helplessness inherent in that state, seemed now so 
perfectly to symbolize her even greater spiritual vulnerability. Because she 
realized that, as horrible as the act of prostituting her body to save 
herself might seem, she had no other choice but to submit. She couldn't face 
the alternative, and terrible as her sense of helplessness made her feel, 
Susan could still not completely resist the little surge of renewed longing 
that began to course through her as Mr. Jenkins calmly pushed the uniform 
off her shoulders and let it fall lightly to the floor to expose the naked 
and defenseless flesh beneath. Moments later, she had been so terribly 
frustrated she could hardly stand it. She had been violently interrupted in 
the middle of the act of intercourse, and now in spite of all her emotional 
revulsion, the physical need was being regenerated, and perhaps somehow even 
heightened by the fact that she could not have resisted even if she still 
wanted to. 

Trembling with mingled shame and need, Susan sipped the last of her drink, 
her eyes almost closing as she felt the director's lewd gaze wander slowly 
from the fully swollen mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts down the smooth 
flat plane of her belly to the tangled black triangle of hair nestled so 
invitingly between her thighs. A little shiver went through her as she felt 
his hand drop to her waist and slide to the curve of her back, then, with 
only slight hesitation she let him guide her to the luxurious bedroom. Susan 
couldn't even believe what she was about to do the entire episode still 
retained a dream-nightmare quality. It was outright prostitution, and just 
as her previous incident with little Jimmy Caldwell had been the most insane 
act of her life, she thought this would surely be the most depraved. But it 
still was a preferable alternative to spending time in jail and having to 
answer in a court of law for that shocking misdeed. 

With a soft whimper Susan dropped down onto the king-sized bed, rolling over 
onto her back, gazing through blurred vision down the quivering softness of 
her nakedly surrendered flesh as Mr. Jenkins undressed at the foot of the 
bed. 

Then she gasped aloud as he pulled down his trousers and undershorts in a 
single motion to free the throbbing shaft of his cock that sprang suddenly 
into lewdly proportioned erection. The obscene sight prompted another little 
shiver of unwanted desire to course electrically through Susan's already 
lust-tortured loins, and she closed her eyes, her breath coming in sharp 
gasps as the hospital director moved to the edge of the bed and reclined 
beside her. Then her body stiffened as she felt his hand come to rest on the 
bare tautness of her belly and slide slowly down into the little curls of 
hair at her cunt. 

The black-haired nurse surrendered limply as she felt the hospital director 
push her thighs apart. Though her own eyes were closed, she thought she 
could feel his hungry gaze moving in a searing path over her nakedly 
vulnerable limbs. She knew she had no choice but to submit to this vile act 
of prostitution, but as she felt the director's hand moving down between her 
thighs, she vowed that even while surrendering her helpless body to his 
obscene lust, emotionally she would not respond. 

Then a spontaneous shiver darted suddenly through Susan's prone body as she 
felt Mr. Jenkins' hand come into sudden titillating contact with the already 
hotly aroused little bud of her clitoris. A deep groan swelled at her throat 
and she gritted her teeth, holding her eyes tightly shut as she tried to 
resist the unwelcome wisps of pleasure exuding relentlessly out over her 
quickly responding clitoral nub. Then, his groans echoing in her ears, Susan 
felt the older man roll over on top of her, his finger venturing lower down 
into the tinglingly moist slit of her cunt as he lowered his body heavily 
between her thighs. 

She could not stop her mind from drifting back, though with everything that 
had happened in the interim, it seemed ages ago that she'd slipped into 
young Jimmy Caldwell's room. But, in fact, less than an hour must have 
passed. Her body was still on fire from those tender and forbidden 
sensations she'd derived from the wanton sacrifice of her body to the eager 
teenage boy's lust and curiosity, and as the director lowered the full 
weight of his body onto her nakedly up-thrust breasts, she could not help 
but draw a comparison between this cruel rape and that tender furtive 
interlude that had been so shockingly interrupted by the appearance of Head 
Nurse Rothschild. 

Then her eyes opened wide as she felt the first harsh pressure from the 
bulbous head of Director Jenkins' lustfully engorged cock insinuating itself 
up against her quivering vaginal opening. This must be the final insult, she 
thought, having to submit to sexual intercourse with a man for whom she had 
no desire in order to save herself from facing criminal charges, and as she 
felt the lewdly burning pressure against the forbidden softness of her loins 
increase, Susan let all her hatred and resentment show in her face. But she 
could see that it was having no effect. Director Jenkins looked back at her 
with a mocking leer, breathing hotly into her face as he shoved his hips 
forward in a merciless thrust. 

Susan gasped, her body trembling as just the tip of the throbbing cock-head 
slipped up into her, ruthlessly stretching the tight elastic flesh of her 
cunt. An involuntary moan rose in her throat, and she tried to bring her 
legs together to protect herself, but the older man held them firmly apart, 
pinning her helplessly beneath him. Then his body lurched forward even 
harder to continue the obscene penetration as the moisture began to flow in 
Susan's cunt in spite of all her repulsion and indignation. 

"Oh!" Susan gasped. "Oh God!" She trembled and quivered, spewing her breath 
out in a loud gasp as the director's weight sagged down harder on her. His 
thickly pulsing cock pushed relentlessly up into the responsively moistening 
depths of her cunt, destroying the last of her faint physical resistance 
until his entire cock-shaft was embedded all the way up to the hilt in her 
futilely contracting loins. 

An unwilled whimper of pleasure rose in Susan's throat in spite of all her 
shame and humiliation. In comparison to little Jimmy Caldwell, Hospital 
Director Jenkins was a man of truly magnificent endowment, and Susan felt as 
if she'd never been so filled in her life. His cock lay sunk deep up inside 
her belly, fitting so tightly against the velvety clasping walls of her 
sensitive cuntal flesh that she thought she could feel every tiny ridge and 
ripple. It must have been twice the size of Jimmy's, and she remained 
completely immobile, afraid to move, afraid that even the faintest twinge of 
increased sensation would destroy the last of her will to resist. Then her 
whole body jerked as she felt a more devastating throb surge even deeper up 
inside her vagina, the director's cock seeming to grow another half-inch as 
he flexed it. 

Again, he grinned down at her in gloating obscene triumph. "like it?" 

Desperately Susan shook her head. She was speechless with shame, unable to 
bear the thought of giving Mr. Jenkins any further sense of triumph, but she 
knew that her face had begun to betray her. The shock and frustration at 
having been interrupted right at the peak of her excitement with Jimmy 
Caldwell had left her too helpless, too vulnerable, and she thought she'd 
never experienced anything so exquisite, never been impaled so deeply. 

The director flexed again, another laugh coming to his lips. "Well, I'm 
damned well going to make you like it before we're through this evening!" 

"Ohhhhh," the obscenely pinioned nurse moaned in spite of herself as the 
director began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. She could feel the 
narrow tightness of her fiery cuntal passage begin to widen with each 
stroke, and despite all her mental resistance, servile groans and whimpers 
of acceptance were beginning to issue softly from her lips. Her body was 
reacting involuntarily in spite of everything she did, and she could hardly 
resist the lewd flames of desire darting out through her loins and the 
little chills that ran along her spine from the deep skewering of Mr. 
Jenkins' cock up into her helplessly excited cuntal tightness. She tossed 
her head from side to side as if in a desperate attempt to demonstrate her 
own negation of the lascivious sensation, but she couldn't control the 
writhing of her body as the director further increased his mercilessly 
penetrating thrust to ram the full length of his lust-inflamed hardness even 
deeper and deeper into the flowering wetness of her cunt. 

Gradually Susan's body was beginning to respond. The pain in her 
tight-stretched vagina had completely subsided, replaced by maddening little 
tingles of even more arousing sensation, and her legs were beginning to 
scissor open and closed in uncontrollable abandon around Mr. Jenkins' 
shuddering rod of flesh. 

Then she closed her eyes as he suddenly clamped his lips down onto her 
mouth, thrusting his tongue deep up into her mouth as his hands began to 
explore the voluptuously quivering curves of her body, crushing and 
massaging her firm swollen breasts, his fingers tweaking madly at the 
sensitive little nipple buds that peaked them. Then his hands moved lower, 
sliding down under her thighs behind the knees to pull her into a jackknifed 
position beneath him, making a straight open sheath of her cunt so he could 
fuck into her with harder more shattering strokes. 

For some indefinable time the young brunette continued to fight against her 
growing passion, trying to blank her mind, to resist the unwanted currents 
of desire surging out over every goose-bumped inch of her naked flesh, but 
she was helpless to resist, pinioned defenselessly beneath the director. He 
fucked up into her helpless loins in longer, smoother thrusts that brought 
his throbbing rigidity almost all the way out of her sucking vaginal lips on 
the backstroke, then embedded it so deeply between her upturned ass-cheeks 
on the down-thrust that she could feel the harsh slap of his balls right 
against the cringing little hole of her anus, and the skewering of the 
tissue-rippling shaft all the way up into the most forbidden depths of her 
cunt. And it was more than she could resist, her body was really betraying 
her now. 

Beyond all her shame and disgrace she could no longer control her own 
rapidly increasing need. 

Then as Mr. Jenkins fucked into her helpless loins with an even more 
violently shocking stroke, the lust-conquered nurse opened her eyes again, 
gazing at last up at the hospital director in total defeat. "Oh!" she 
gasped. "Yes!" 

Even as the sound of her voice sobbing in unwilling submission came 
shamefully to her ears, Susan's body began to involuntarily jerk and thrash 
beneath the lewdly pummeling assault. She'd gone too far to resist now. The 
interlude with little Jimmy Caldwell had pushed her almost to the breaking 
point, and now all that unfulfilled lust had been regenerated in her. As the 
moans of submission continued to pour from her lips, she felt the deep 
rumbles begin far up inside her body. 

She bucked savagely, quivering in a frenzy of passion, locking her ankles 
high above the hospital director's laboring back. She clung convulsively to 
him for a moment, her firm trembling thighs holding the rigidity of his 
immensely distended cock deep inside her clasping loins as her cunt-juices 
flowed out even more freely and trickled down the wide-split crevice of her 
buttocks to inundate the tightly clenched little hole of her anus. Then with 
a deep, soul-shattering moan she felt her belly explode in the electrically 
quivering spasms of orgasm, even more insane whimpers pouring from her lips. 
She dropped her hands down to run them forcefully over the older man's 
straining back, her lips showering involuntary kisses of gratitude over his 
muscular sweating shoulders as the overwhelming waves engulfed her. 

Yet even as the relentless sensations continued to pour in blinding 
crescendo through her wantonly flowering cunt, surging in psychedelic 
flashes of elation through every trembling inch of her flesh, Susan could 
not completely help being aware of a lingering sense of shame and 
humiliation. She had prostituted herself. This was hardly different from 
rape. And though Hospital Director Jenkins might possess the "tool" that had 
finally stimulated her to this shattering release, it was little Jimmy 
Caldwell who was really responsible. It was him, that inexperienced fourteen 
year old boy, to whom she really owed her gratitude. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Susan Bonner crossed her long shapely thighs, smoothing her mini-skirt 
carefully down over the panty hose encased flesh, and selected a magazine 
from the rack at the end of the couch. She had just opened it when the door 
to the office of the medical employees' job-finding service opened and a 
tall, rather stern-looking woman with short-cropped hair invited her in. 

"I am Mrs. Mathews," the woman said with a warm smile totally alien to her 
countenance and moved behind her neatly arranged desk to take a seat in her 
swivel chair. "Would you please sit down, Miss Bonner," she said, indicating 
the other chair opposite the desk. 

The nervous young brunette complied and waited in silence as the woman 
looked over her resume. Then Mrs. Mathews lifted her eyes. 

"I am sure we won't have any trouble at all placing you, Miss Bonner. Just 
let me have a look." The woman shuffled through her files for a moment, then 
looked back at Susan. 'Though I must admit," she said, "that a number of our 
jobs aren't quite as attractive as you might like. Here is one at the 
General Hospital, but it's a rotating shift. Now let's see . . . here is . . 
. no, I am sure you wouldn't be interested in this . . . " She looked back 
at Susan again, smiling widely. "Are you dead set on hospital work, or would 
you consider another position?" 

"I suppose I'd consider about anything right now," the lovely nurse said, 
smiling back. 

For a brief instant her mind returned, as it had so many times during the 
last two weeks which she'd spent completely at rest, to her last day at the 
hospital where she'd been previously employed. The whole episode or the two 
episodes, she should have said still seemed like nightmares. She could 
hardly even believe the shame and humiliation she'd experienced when the 
head nurse had walked in and found her in bed with the fourteen year old 
male patient, and even now a surge of remorse welled in her breast at the 
recollection of the lewdly shocking, degrading incident that had followed. 
Susan had never felt so debased in her life, and she feared that now she 
might not want to have anything to do with men for a very long time. It was 
hard to believe they could be so treacherous, so ruthless and selfish. 
Hospital Director Jenkins had proved that night that appearances could be 
wrong! He had heedlessly taken advantage of her, holding the threat of 
prosecution and perhaps even jail-time over her head. He'd given her no 
other choice but to submit to his obscene demands, and the worse part of all 
was that she had responded. Even now she could almost hear the mocking 
laughter that followed her out the door of his penthouse apartment echoing 
relentlessly in her ears. 

"What I do have here, Miss Bonner," Mrs. Mathews said, "is a position you 
might find very attractive if you were not set on hospital work." 

"Well, I am not set on anything," Susan said. 

"Very well. This is a day job, regular hours and, I would imagine, very 
limited duties. If you like to read or if you have some other interests to 
occupy you, you'll have plenty of time to pursue them." 

"What is it?" 

"It's a job as a school nurse at a private junior high down in the 
peninsula. Aside from applying an occasional band aid and administering your 
eye and hearing tests, etc., you should have literally nothing to do. But 
they are required to keep a nurse in residence, and the pay is the same as 
you would make working a full shift at the hospital." 

Susan hesitated, feeling a fluttering in her stomach at the thought that she 
might find herself suddenly involved with a whole junior high school full of 
thirteen and fourteen year old boys--boys the same age as Jimmy Caldwell. It 
occurred to her immediately that her decision not to have anything to do 
with men until she could get the degrading incident with Hospital Director 
Jenkins out of her mind did not include boys. And she knew her thinking of 
that so promptly could only be taken as a bad sign, a warning that by taking 
the position Mrs. Mathews had offered she would only be asking for trouble. 
But at the same time, she found the proposition almost immediately 
irresistible. 

"Is there something the matter, Miss Bonner?" the woman said, interrupting 
her thoughts. 

"Oh no," Susan answered quickly, managing a smile in spite of her 
trepidation. 

"Well, what do you think? Would you like to apply for this? I can fix you up 
with an interview immediately. Or would you rather wait until something more 
challenging turns up?" 

Susan hesitated for just a moment, weighing the pros and cons in her mind, 
finding the balance tilted very heavily in favor of the cons. Yet though she 
knew she should say no, for some reason she was unable. 

"I'll take it. 

* * * 

Susan smiled amiably as the surprisingly young superintendent of the junior 
high school to which she'd been sent, Tim McLaughlin, closed the folder on 
his desk and put it in the file cabinet, then looked back at her brightly. 

"Sorry to have to go so far into detail with you. It's just a silly 
requirement the board has set that we have all this personal information on 
the staff." 

"Oh, that's all right," Susan said, shifting in her chair and crossing her 
legs beneath the more modest skirt she'd worn for the perfunctory interview 
with this young man who was now to be her superior. In spite of all her 
trepidation at the prospect of accepting a job that was going to put her in 
the position of having to face such temptation, Susan thought she'd handled 
herself quite well during the interview. The task of presenting an 
acceptable facade, of completely obscuring what was really on her mind and 
was the real secret appeal of this job, had become almost a game for her, a 
very pleasant game. She'd played it well, even when she'd been forced to 
explain her having had to leave her last position back on the East Coast for 
"personal reasons". The entire interview had been a put-on, and Susan 
suspected there might be more to her attitude than met the eye. She enjoyed 
putting Mr. McLaughlin on, because he was a man, and because of the deep 
resentment she still bore as a result of her mistreatment by Hospital 
Director Jenkins, the last man she'd had any dealings at all with. 

"Well anyway, that takes care of that," the young superintendent said. "You 
can begin work tomorrow if you like. Or if that's inconvenient you can wait 
and start next Monday." 

"It doesn't matter that much," Susan answered. "I'd just as soon start 
tomorrow." 

"Good. Now perhaps you'd like me to show you around the grounds," 
Superintendent McLaughlin offered. 

"Yes, I'd like that very much," Susan replied. 

She rose, conscious of the young superintendent's cautious glance down the 
length of her tall shapely body as he came over from behind his desk to open 
the door for her. Then they walked together out into the hall which, as the 
periods were changing, was teeming with young thirteen and fourteen year old 
boys and girls laden down with their books making their way to the next 
class. Again Susan was aware of a vague sense of apprehension. She knew 
something had happened to her psychologically that last night at the 
hospital with Jimmy Caldwell. Perhaps it was simply the fact that her affair 
with him had been so rudely and violently interrupted at the worst possible 
time; she'd been terribly frustrated, and she'd not yet been able to 
completely overcome her sense of loss. Or perhaps, she thought, it was 
something more profound, an inherent quality of her character which had only 
during that interlude emerged. In either case, the fact remained that it was 
sheer madness for her to have come here and taken this position as nurse at 
the junior high school, and the sight of the numerous cute young boys 
milling about the hall and taking all too obvious note of her only served to 
confirm that. 

"I suppose I should warn you," Tim McLaughlin said, guiding Susan past a 
group of four or five boys on toward the exit at the rear of the main 
building. 

"Warn me?" Susan laughed. "What on earth could you have to warn me about 
here?" 

"You know you're a very attractive woman," Mr. McLaughlin said. "In fact, 
you're almost too attractive for a position like this." 

Susan felt a vague churning in her stomach at that remark. Those were almost 
precisely the words Hospital Director Jenkins had used to her that night he 
forced himself on her. Then, concealing her nervousness, she managed another 
smile and waited for the superintendent to elaborate. 

"But I don't think it's fair to punish a woman because she was blessed with 
good looks," he said with a smile. "Just let me say that, as you must well 
know, you'll be dealing with a group of young boys who are just coming out 
of puberty. This is the age of their, shall I say, sexual awakening. Our 
last nurse was somewhat of a . . . plain Jane, and even she had occasional 
problems. And you must be aware of the conception, or perhaps I should say 
misconception, most males have about women of the nursing profession." He 
shrugged and smiled, "So just be prepared; you're going to get a lot of 
attention." 

"I stand warned," Susan said. 

Then just as they were reaching the door at the end of the hall that led out 
to the rear lawn of the plush campus grounds, Susan stopped short as she 
heard the shrill whistle behind her. Blushing slightly, she looked back to 
find herself confronted with two grinning youngsters who looked mature or at 
least very experienced for their age, both laughing uproariously. 

"This is a fine example of what I was talking about," the superintendent 
said with irony. "All right, boys, allow me to introduce you to our new 
school nurse, Miss Bonner." 

"Hey, that's an improvement," one of the boys said. 

"Yen, sure is," the other one echoed. 

"Miss Bonner, these are two of our worst troublemakers, Jimmy Porter and 
Larry Jones," the superintendent said, then looked with faint amusement back 
at the two boys. "The least you two could do is play it a little cool. Miss 
Bonner hasn't actually even begun work. You don't want to scare her off 
before she does, do you?" 

"No sir," the boy introduced as Jimmy said. "We sure don't want to do that." 
Then he looked at Susan and smiled, making a motion of his hand as if to tip 
his hat. "Very sorry, ma'am. And delighted to make your acquaintance." 

Susan smiled. "That's all right, Jimmy." Then she thought for the briefest 
instant her mouth must almost have dropped at the sight of a third young 
boy, flanked by a voluptuously attractive, over-developed blonde whose 
parents had apparently neglected to buy her a badly needed brassiere. The 
boy looked, at first glance, so much like Jimmy Caldwell that she could 
hardly even believe it. At second glance, she noted that there was a 
considerable difference, but something of the quality in Jimmy that had so 
appealed to her did exist also in this cute, sandy-haired youngster. He met 
her eyes openly, ingenuously, for just the briefest moment, his face almost 
gleaming, his tongue visible between his even white teeth. His eyes took 
innocent, yet unconcealed note of Susan's full, high-set breasts, slender 
waist, and lithe inviting thighs outlined in her tight-fitting skirt. And 
the look almost caused a chill to run down her spine. 

"While we're on the introductions," the superintendent said, "this is Skip 
Hunt and Melissa Howard. Our new school nurse, Miss Bonner." 

"Hello, Miss Bonner," the boy named Skip said. Beside him, Melissa blew a 
bubble, popped it and nodded her acknowledgment. 

"Now come on and I'll show you the clinic," Mr. McLaughlin said, his hand 
touching Susan's waist lightly to turn her and guide her toward the door. 

As they were going out Susan glanced back briefly over her shoulder, and 
absurd as it seemed, she couldn't completely quell the twinge of jealous 
indignation that rose in her breast at what she saw. The young blonde, who'd 
been introduced as Melissa, had pushed Skip up against the wall and she was 
standing very close to him, her unencumbered nipple-peaked breasts just 
brushing against his chest as she blew another bubble and popped it in his 
face. 

"That's the clinic there," Superintendent McLaughlin said, drawing her 
attention away from the flirting teenage girl and the attractive young boy 
who'd so stirred her emotions. 

Susan followed his nod to the small brown wood structure set in a grove of 
oak trees about thirty yards to the rear of the main building. 

"Oh . . . that looks very nice," Susan murmured, resisting the temptation to 
take another look back at Skip and the young girl who was so openly 
flaunting her body at him. 

"And," the superintendent went on, "I'd like to have you for dinner this 
evening at my place. Just to get acquainted." 

The lovely brunette tried to conceal her nervousness as she turned to look 
back at the young man. From his expression, she was able to discern nothing 
as to the intentions that lay behind the offer. He was attractive though, 
and from the brief time she's spent with him during the interview, he seemed 
nice enough. But getting involved with a man was the last thing she wanted 
to do now, and particularly not her employer. 

"I . . . I really don't think I'd better," she said at last, nervously. 

He grinned. "I'm not going to take no for an answer, not that easily. I'm 
just inviting you to dinner I like to be acquainted on a more friendly level 
with all the members of my staff." 

Susan hesitated for a moment. She couldn't think of an excuse and the way he 
was putting it made it hard to refuse. 

"All right," she said at last. "Yes, I'd be happy to." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Tim, I'm genuinely surprised," Susan said, settling down on the couch in 
the luxurious living room of the young superintendent's apartment. "The veal 
parmagiano was really delicious. You're quite a chef!" 

Tim chuckled. "It's fun to play around with, and cooking is something every 
bachelor should know. Now how about some coffee with a little splash of 
Cognac?" 

"I don't know if i should," Susan said. "That red wine was really going to 
my head." 

Tim grinned. "It's supposed to. I'll be back in just a minute." 

Susan leaned back, making herself comfortable, as Tim exited to the kitchen. 
Inadvertently her eyes descended to the full ripe mounds of her breasts, the 
generous upper proportions invitingly exposed by the low-cut dress she'd 
worn for her dinner date with her new boss. During the two weeks since that 
incident with Jimmy Caldwell back at the hospital, followed by the degrading 
episode with its lecherous director, Susan had devoted a lot of her energy 
to self-examination, and even now she couldn't resist the same. Her choice 
of her most revealing dress for this evening's engagement must have been no 
accident. She hadn't done it consciously, but she was sure that at least 
subconsciously she'd selected it in order to make herself as sexually 
attractive to the young superintendent as possible and that precisely 
because she had no intention of letting him even get to first base with her. 

But now she had to ask herself why she wanted to take her resentment against 
Hospital Director Jenkins out on Tim. The fact was that she did find the 
younger man attractive, and she'd had a very enjoyable evening with him so 
far. Of course the considerable amount of Burgundy wine she'd imbibed had 
made no small contribution to that. She knew she'd drunk far too much and 
she was going to have to be careful. She was feeling very light-headed now, 
warm and cuddly in a crazy way, but she certainly didn't want to make a 
mistake both she and Tim would regret tomorrow. 

A few moments later Tim returned with two steaming cups of coffee which he 
placed on a little table before the couch, then walked over to the elegant 
hi-fi system situated in the opposite corner of the living room and put on a 
soft moody record. 

Susan tasted her coffee, almost grimacing from the strong flavor of the 
Cognac. 

"I poured it Italian style," Tim said, taking his place on the couch by 
Susan, very close to her. 

"I guess I might have slightly misrepresented my intentions when I invited 
you here tonight," Tim said, looking Susan in the eyes. 

Susan felt her lips quiver as she spoke. "What do you mean?" 

"I do make a rule of trying to get acquainted on an intimate and friendly 
basis with all the members of the faculty and staff at school," Tim said. 
"But you know you really are an irresistible woman, Susan, and . . . " 

"I don't want to hear this," Susan said, casting her eyes downward, again 
uncomfortably reminded of the voluptuous invitation of her half-exposed 
breasts. "I think I'd better go." 

"I was going to say that there was more to it than that," Tim continued. "I 
picked up something from you, in your vibrations, I mean, this afternoon. 
You were very impressive, I mean professionally, in your interview today. 
But underneath that I sensed a turmoil and, if you'll pardon me for being 
honest with you, an almost incredible loneliness." 

Susan thought she must have flinched, yet what Tim was saying now struck so 
close to the truth that it frightened her. 

Then her eyes widened as the handsome young man leaned slowly toward her. 
She caught her breath, yet for some reason didn't resist as his lips touched 
hers, his tongue slipping easily into the warmth of her trembling mouth. His 
hands moved up to her bare shoulder, then ventured teasingly down toward the 
sensuous rise of her provocatively clad breasts as he eased his body closer 
to her. 

Susan had been placed completely off guard by what Tim had said and now she 
was still desperately trying to sort her jumbled thoughts. In spite of the 
vow she'd made, the contact had immediately excited her physically and the 
rising surges of need in her body only further confused her thoughts. 

"No, Tim," Susan whispered meekly in protest as the young superintendent 
moved his lips away from hers and began to lick and kiss along the sensitive 
skin of her neck, his tongue whipping teasingly over the lobe of her ear. 
She began to push back against him in faint resistance, then she shivered as 
his tongue flicked lower, darting teasingly over the smooth rise of her 
breast and down into the excitingly forbidden cleavage exposed by the 
plunging neckline of her dress. She felt her breathing hasten involuntarily 
as little wings of unwanted pleasure began to course out over her flesh, and 
she knew she was in a dangerously susceptible state right now, as evidenced 
by her continued inability to force herself to resist. Yet even as Tim 
placed one hand fully over the voluptuous firmness of her breast, his 
fingers kneading into the generously proportioned flesh, his palm working 
the half-brassiere cup in a titillating friction against the already lustily 
swollen little bud of her nipple, Susan made no move to stop him. 

She leaned her head back against the back of the couch, her lips parting as 
she gasped for breath, her eyes wide-open, staring perplexedly at the 
ceiling. For some reason she was again forced to recall that insane night 
back at the hospital with little Jimmy Caldwell. She wondered how his 
operation had turned out and what the effect on him had been when the head 
nurse had come in and physically pulled her away from him and led her 
sobbing from the room, her brassiere and panties remaining there as obscene 
trophies for the orderly who happened to find them. Now she wondered if that 
night would forever ravage her mind, if the terrible pains of frustration 
she'd experienced at having been interrupted in the height of sexual frenzy 
would continue to return again each time she received the slightest bit of 
stimulation. Then she couldn't help being reminded of Skip Hunt, the cute 
young boy who today, on first sight, had so reminded her of Jimmy, and 
brought the whole crazy dream back vividly to life. 

Then as she felt Tim's hand slip behind her back to loosen the snap at the 
top of her low-cut dress and begin to work the zipper downward, Susan was 
jolted shockingly back to the present. 

"No, please," she gasped, looking down in dismay as the top of her dress and 
the sewn-in brassiere cups fell away from her sensitively tingling nipples. 
Then another shudder shot through her body as Tim's tongue flipped right 
down over one of the little lust-swollen buds. 

"Oh, oh," Susan moaned, squirming feebly in protest as Tim pressed his own 
body even more tightly against hers, sucking hungrily at the rigidly 
throbbing little nipple. Then one of his hands dropped to her thighs and 
began to work her skirt slowly upward. 

For the briefest moment, Susan was on the very verge of giving in. She 
wanted to now, in spite of her vow and the fact that she hardly knew Tim 
McLaughlin. Nor was it professional expedience that convinced her finally to 
resist. As insane as it would have been for her to get involved like this 
with the superintendent of the school, her immediate superior, the first day 
she met him, that factor hardly entered her mind as, rallying all her fading 
strength, she pushed Tim away from her and defensively pulled her low-cut 
dress back up over the passionately leaning mounds of her naked breasts. It 
was something else, something she could have hardly have put her finger on. 
Yet once more foremost in her mind as she made that supreme effort were the 
two young boys who had made such an impression on her, Jimmy, from her past, 
and Skip, now somehow irrefutably a part of her present. 

"I can't do it," Susan sobbed. "I don't even know if I can explain why, but 
I can't do it." She watched Tim in silence for a moment, then shifted on the 
couch to turn her back to him. "Will you zip me up?" 

"I guess I got a little overly aggressive there," Tim sighed, pulling the 
zipper back up and redoing the snap at the top of her dress. 

"But it's not even that," Susan said. "I don't know what it is. I can't tell 
you. But . . . will you call me a cab?" 

"Yen, sure," he said. "And you might as well finish your coffee and Cognac 
in the meantime." 

* * * 

Sighing deeply, Susan eased herself up out of the hot tub and reached for a 
towel hanging on the rack beside the sink. Then her eyes caught a glimpse of 
her reflection in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She turned, 
standing completely naked, her amber flesh glistening with moisture, and 
gazed slowly down the length of her lushly formed body. Sometimes Susan 
almost regretted the good looks she had been born with. Just her face would 
have been all right. A beautiful face invited attention, but it was 
attention of a different sort than that which she attracted. Again she 
remembered the vile director back at the hospital who so ruthlessly 
subjugated and exploited her body for his lustful purposes. He'd said she 
radiated sex, and Susan knew without self-flattery that it was true. And she 
could not help but believe that was the source of all her confusion now. 

Slowly the sensuous brunette turned away from the mirror, gently drying her 
nakedly gleaming limbs with the fluffy towel. Then, wrapping it loosely 
around her body, she walked from the bathroom back into the cozy living 
room-bedroom combination and went over and sat down on the edge of the small 
fold-out bed. She could still hardly believe what had happened tonight at 
Superintendent McLaughlin's house. She knew she'd let him go too far, much 
too far. But it had all taken place so fast. It seemed now almost like an 
accident, but she still didn't know how she would face him at school 
tomorrow morning. She could only hope he'd have as much trouble facing her. 
Nor was she quite able to understand now how she brought herself to stop him 
after he'd succeeded in uncovering her breasts and getting his lips and 
tongue onto the tiny taut buds of her nipples. Her whole body was still 
tingling excitedly all over. She was a bundle of nerves, the terrible 
frustration of that fateful night two weeks ago still lingering with her, 
only heightened by what had happened tonight. Nor had the half-hour she'd 
spent soaking in the hot bath brought anything to calm her. 

Gazing down with narrowed eyes, Susan untucked the towel from around her 
breasts and let it fall away behind her on the bed. Her gaze descended 
between the highly parted mounds of her breasts, traversing the smooth plane 
of her stomach and the soft sparse curls of inviting hair nestled between 
her silken thighs. Then she rose again and walked back to the bathroom. She 
stood on her tiptoes to reach up to the top shelf of the cupboard and bring 
down the little battery-operated vibrator she'd bought last week to help 
relax herself. She returned to the bed and sat down cross-legged, still 
completely naked, in the middle of it, opening the case that contained the 
little apparatus and assorted attachments to fit. 

Susan couldn't quite resist a glance out of the corner of her eye at her 
reflection, again revealed in the dressing table mirror on the wall beside 
the bed. Then as she started to select the oblong fitting designed, she'd 
assumed, as a back scratcher, she was suddenly struck by a thought that had 
never even remotely occurred to her before. It was shaped almost like a 
penis, and though she'd selected it in perfect innocence, in that context it 
became so obscene that she was unable to escape the lewd suggestion it put 
in her mind. The idea which hit her was almost too perverted for words and 
Susan's fingers trembled as she fitted the dildo-shaped attachment to the 
little vibrating apparatus. 

My God, she thought, I must be going out of my mind to be thinking such a 
thing. Then a sultry smile crossed her lips as she reclined backward. She 
flicked the little instrument on, listening to its purring sound and 
watching the rapid vibrations of the long slender attachment for a moment, 
then lowered it slowly toward the pertly throbbing little nipple of one of 
her breasts. 

A low hiss issued from Susan's throat at the sudden titillating contact of 
the vibrating rubber rod on her tingling little nipple-bud. She let this 
stimulating contact continue for but the briefest moment, then jerked the 
instrument away, watching the heavier rise and fall of her breasts from her 
suddenly quickened breathing. 

The thought she was thinking now was almost too insane for words, yet in her 
confused and vulnerable state of mind, she seemed irrefutably drawn by the 
sheer madness of the concept. What was it she had read about the experiments 
that had been conducted with a vibrator? She couldn't even remember the 
source of the information now, but unless she was mistaken somebody, a 
scientist somewhere, had attempted to measure woman's potential for orgasm 
by using an instrument such as the one she now held salaciously poised over 
her own naked body. They had found that potential to be almost unlimited, 
and now Susan could hardly contain her own curiosity. Or was it really just 
curiosity? she wondered. Perhaps the curiosity was merely an excuse. 

Again Susan put the switch on, a low moan of anticipation swelling in her 
throat as she contemplated the rapidly whirring little phallic-shaped 
attachment. She brought it slowly down her body, parting her thighs slightly 
so that, nestled in the soft curls of her still damp pubic hair, she could 
just see the up-thrust pink nub of her clitoris at the top of her hair-lined 
pussy slit. For a moment longer Susan waited, nervously, almost 
apprehensively. Then gently she lowered the whirring instrument down between 
her thighs. 

"Ooh!" Susan gasped at the sudden shocking contact of the vibrating rubber 
attachment on the tautly responsive clitoral button. The sensation she 
derived was like an electric shock and flutters of longing coursed out 
suddenly from the tiny bud, saturating deep up into the sensitive warmth of 
her loins. Again she was compelled to draw the obscenely throbbing 
instrument away, unable to bear the sheer sensation of its rapid vibration 
on her lust-sensitized flesh. Yet the initial contact had only further 
stimulated her surging need and now she knew that, depraved and perverted as 
the act might be, she had to try it. She had to experiment and find out if 
that report she'd read so long ago was really correct. 

Then slowly Susan pushed the vibrator back down, again stroking it gently 
through the moist cuntal ringlets before bringing it back into sudden 
searing contact with her hotly throbbing clitoris and the pink pulsating 
slit of her pussy. 

She moaned and gasped at the sudden tremors of delight shooting out from her 
loins at the teasing contact of the vibrating dildo-like attachment right on 
the moistened lips of her hungrily pulsing vagina. Then her buttocks jerked 
suddenly as she began to move it slowly up and down the full length of her 
warm wet pussy furrow, more strained whimpers issuing from her throat as she 
felt the moisture begin to flow from between the lust-tortured lips. An even 
more strained whimper of submission rose in her throat as Susan arched her 
smoothly rounded buttocks up from the bed, deriving an even more wanton 
stimulation as she increased the pressure, working the whirring rubber 
phallus right down in between her tremulously quivering pussy-lips, 
spreading them wider apart and probing teasingly with the jerking tip right 
up into the clasping depths of her cunt. 

A surge of guilt welled almost parallel to her rising lust as Susan worked 
the obscene little attachment slowly up into the moistly yielding softness 
of her pussy. But she knew she couldn't stop herself now, she would never 
get to sleep if she didn't do something to satisfy the desire that consumed 
her, and the sheer stimulation of the whirring apparatus on her hotly 
sensitive pussy-flesh was more than she could stand. At last with a deep 
whimper, Susan surrendered completely to her depraved longing, beginning a 
lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed, shoving the phallic dildo 
attachment with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips 
of her cunt. 

A stream of moans and pleadings issued from Susan's throat as she began to 
masturbate in earnest with the vibrating instrument. Her eyes and teeth 
clenched as she thrashed her body wildly in response to the uncontrollable 
passion that overcame her, groans of passion issuing incessantly from her 
lips as she ground her buttocks frenziedly, taking the lewdly stretching 
rubber phallus even deeper into her tight trembling cuntal opening, altering 
the angle slightly so it continued to titillate her sensitive clitoral bud 
even as the tip was embedded far up in her quivering vaginal depths. 

Susan's face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of perspiration as 
she began to strain for the climax she knew was imminent. Groaning and 
whimpering in depraved abandon, the new school nurse wormed the vibrator 
more swiftly in and out of the eagerly sucking lips of her pussy, tossing 
her head wildly back and forth, her long dark hair whipping softly over the 
naked tenderness of her shoulders as she further intensified the lewd 
fucking rhythm. Then she lifted her head off the pillow, turning sideways to 
gaze in shock and horror at the reflection of herself in the dresser mirror. 
Now a salacious thrill shot through her at the shocking sight that greeted 
her. The perverse picture of her hand manipulating the mechanical apparatus 
between her thighs somehow made it seem even more perverse than the simple 
act of masturbation, which Susan had restrained from committing since her 
late teens. Yet now the sheer bareness only further stimulated her wantonly 
rising lust, and her body was thrashing savagely, lunging eagerly upward to 
meet the probing strokes working deeper and deeper up into her grasping 
vagina. Her cuntal lips flowered open to give the obscene imitation 
cock-shaft even greater access to her warmly yielding inner flesh, and the 
continued whirring contact on the twitching bud of her clitoris almost drove 
her out of her mind with the urgently rising passion that coursed over every 
tingling nerve end. 

Then suddenly the brunette's whole naked body tensed. She shuddered, her 
hand now moving in a rapid fucking motion to thrust the vibrator 
rhythmically in and out of her burning loins, her body squirming even more 
wildly, her legs opening and closing frantically above the whirring little 
apparatus that still penetrated lewdly into the desire-wracked depths of her 
pussy. She'd never experienced such sheer overwhelming sensation in her 
life, yet even as she felt the first distant flutters begin far up inside 
her belly, she could almost have sobbed in frustration and shame and 
loneliness. She was going to cum; she knew that now as certainly as she'd 
ever known anything in her life, but even as the rising tide began, the 
sense of lacking almost crushed her. For it was not the same. This could 
never be right, could never really satisfy her and certainly could not 
compensate for the terrible frustration that had lingered with her ever 
since that fateful moment when Head Nurse Rothschild had walked in on her 
and Jimmy Caldwell. Nothing could solve that, she realized as the tears of 
shame and degradation filled her eyes. Nothing but another young boy like 
Jimmy like Skip Hunt. 

Then a spontaneous contortion wracked the unhappy brunette's voluptuously 
naked body, an obscene spasm of delight shaking her, sweeping away the last 
of her inhibitions with the overwhelming promise of release that welled 
irrepressibly in her loins. She moaned in wanton delirium, drawing the 
cock-shaped instrument almost completely out of her trembling pussy-lips to 
stroke in rapid motions back and forth over her swollen clitoris, sending 
further waves of passion and delight darting out from the pulsing cunt-flesh 
all through her convulsively generating body. She sobbed and moaned in 
frustration as the release continued to elude her for a few moments longer, 
then with an even more desperate whimper she thrust the instrument savagely 
back up into her wetly trembling cuntal mouth. 

At last it began, a trembling far up inside her loins that surfaced swiftly 
in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a shattering tidal wave of 
sensation that surged through every inch of her nakedly quivering flesh. The 
lips of her cunt worked and sucked frenziedly at the lewdly fucking little 
instrument, her breath rasping in short gasps as the lightning-like 
sensations jolted through her. She moaned in delirium, basking abandonedly 
in her obscene bliss, the vibrator still working swiftly in and out of her 
trembling parted cuntal slit. 

As the convulsive orgasmic spasms continued to shake her perspiring body 
Susan sank to her hips in exhaustion on the bed, dropping her head once more 
onto the soft fluffy pillow. Her fingers fumbled almost desperately to click 
off the switch and stop the mad whirring of the rubbery phallus that was 
still embedded deep up in her loins. Then leaving it embedded, still and 
lifeless in the lips of her sated cunt, she drew her hand away and opened 
her eyes, turning once more to meet her reflection in the mirror. A lump 
rose in her throat as she realized what had really happened to her. 

It wasn't just the self-manipulation. That in itself would not have overly 
disturbed her. But in the same spirit of self-examination that had caused 
her to question almost her every move during these last tense two weeks, 
Susan's mind flashed back to those insane moments right before her rousing 
climax had begun. And she realized almost with horror what she'd done then, 
though perhaps at that moment she hadn't even admitted it to herself. 

However unconsciously, she'd plotted the seduction of Skip Hunt. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Susan closed the paperback book she'd been reading and stood up from her 
desk in the reception room of the little clinic that had become her domain. 
The black-haired beauty sighed tiredly, looking forlornly around the cramped 
quarters. The lady at the medical employment center had not been kidding 
when she'd said Susan's duties in this school nurse position would be 
limited. She'd been here four days now, and she had not so much as applied 
even a single band-aid. Next week she did have the hearing test, but that 
would probably take up no more than half a day. She was going to have to 
find herself a hobby to keep her mind occupied. Otherwise she was really 
going to go crazy here. 

But dull as the hours of inactivity were, Susan knew that idleness was not 
her real problem. Had she not been so preoccupied, she would probably have 
been able to interest herself in the book she was trying to read. She wasn't 
the kind of person who needed to be perpetually at work to keep from being 
bored. But now she was unable to concentrate on the printed matter. She just 
couldn't get Skip Hunt out of her mind. 

The young nurse laughed softly to herself, yet the tune of it sounded, even 
to her own ears, slightly hysterical. She paced across the small room to the 
drinking fountain, drew herself a cup of water and sipped it slowly. That 
was so strange, she thought. Skip probably hadn't the least concept of what 
was going on, but Susan had become literally obsessed with the young boy in 
spite of the fact that she'd never even had so much as a conversation with 
him. She found herself going out of her way just for the opportunity to 
glimpse him between classes. She had had long imaginary conversations with 
him, in which he proved to be as bright and sensitive and witty as he was in 
his boyish way handsome. She was building up a fantasy world around the 
youngster and she knew that this was a dangerous sign. 

Sighing again, Susan dropped her paper cup into the wastebasket and walked 
over to the window to gaze out over the green sunlit school campus. 

Only an hour to go, she thought. It was last period and she could see the 
jersey-clad members of the freshman football team beginning to make their 
way onto the athletic field and start their warm-up laps and calisthenics. 
In the shade of the gymnasium several of the cheerleaders of the pep squad 
were practicing their yells, and along the line of trees at the rear edge of 
the campus two youngsters, a boy and a blonde-haired girl in a short 
mini-skirt were walking hand in hand. 

Susan felt her heart begin to pound suddenly in her breast. Oddly enough it 
was the girl she recognized first, Melissa, the prematurely developed 
fourteen year old whom she'd seen flirting with Skip the day she'd arrived, 
the first time she'd seen the young boy with whom she'd become so obsessed. 
And now, though she could hardly distinguish the teenage figure walking 
along on the other side of the girl, almost completely obscured by her, 
Susan felt a rising apprehension. It must have been a sixth sense that 
alerted her, because she was almost sure who it was even before they turned 
to go into the trees and she at last got a clear enough glimpse to know for 
certain what she'd only felt before. It was Skip! 

Later Susan could not even have guessed how long she stood motionless there 
at the window staring in dazed confusion at the spot along the line of trees 
where the two young people had entered. Finally she turned away, her breath 
coming in short gasps, her body trembling, and started toward the door. She 
was still unable to believe she'd seen correctly, though logically she 
should have known there was no reason to doubt it; nor was she consciously 
aware of her own precise motives as she walked out the door and started 
swiftly across the lawn in the brilliant afternoon sunlight. There was a 
slight breeze and her thin white uniform clung revealingly to her shapely 
thighs as she walked. She thought vaguely that she must have appeared a 
sight if anyone had been watching her. Yet she did not worry about that now. 
She only knew that she had to follow; she couldn't have borne waiting alone 
in the clinic while Skip was off in the woods with that slutty-looking young 
girl she'd seen so flagrantly flaunting her over-developed body at him that 
first afternoon. 

By the time Susan reached the trees she was practically running. Now she 
stopped, gasping for breath, and crept into the shaded thicket of trees. 
There was an ill-defined trail and she was sure this must be the path she'd 
seen Skip and the young girl take. Ducking under the low-hanging branches, 
she followed it; picking her way as carefully and quietly as possible along 
the rough terrain. The trees lined a small creek, now dry, which was 
reversed by the trail. Opposite she had to climb a steep bank into a thick 
pine grove. Then, perhaps a hundred yards beyond the creek, Susan stopped 
suddenly as she heard a soft giggle not far ahead of her. 

The white-clad nurse waited silently, holding her breath, as the giggle was 
repeated. Then she proceeded even more carefully, moving from tree to tree, 
only hoping she would be able to see the two youngsters before they saw her. 
A short way farther on she had to stop again, even more suddenly, as she 
came upon a small shaded clearing by complete surprise and almost wandered 
into it. 

The breathless brunette could hardly even believe the shocking sight that 
greeted her. Skip lay on his back on the soft grass in the center of the 
clearing. Melissa straddled him in a sitting position, her mini-skirt worked 
far up her thighs to reveal her flimsy, near transparent panties. She 
giggled seductively bouncing her body lightly up and down in perfect 
simulation of this variation of the act of sexual intercourse itself. 
Beneath her Skip was hunching his buttocks up and down, eagerly groaning, 
his face contorted with desire as he gazed up at the girl's sultry teasing 
face. 

"OH!" Melissa purred. "That feels good, doesn't it?" 

"Yen," Skip gasped. "It sure does." 

"Are you getting a hard-on?" 

"Getting one!" Skip groaned. "I've already got one." 

"Yeah," Melissa moaned. "I can feel it now, sticking right up between my 
thighs almost on my pussy. And there's nothing but my panties and your pants 
in the way." 

"Yen," Skip said. "This is almost like really doing it, isn't it?" 

Susan's body stiffened as she heard those shocking words come from Skip's 
lips, then she almost gasped aloud at Melissa's reply. 

"It's almost like it, but not nearly as good," the sensuous young blonde 
said in a hoarse voice. "You never have really done it, have you Skip." 

Susan listened intently, waiting breathlessly for the young boy's delayed 
reply. But from the look on his face she knew what it was going to be long 
before he finally stammered. "No, I never have. I never have." 

"Would you like to?" Melissa asked. 

Again the young boy hesitated, his face paling slightly. A shiver went 
through Susan's body as she watched the young girl drop her nearly exposed 
ass-cheeks down heavily on the bulge that tented the crotch of Skip's 
trousers, rotating and grinding her buttocks hungrily against the boy's 
lewdly swollen erection. 

"I guess I would," Skip said. "But I'm scared." 

The girl laughed softly. "I know, everybody is the first time. But you'll 
get over it soon enough." She paused, continuing to rock her buttocks gently 
over 

Skip's squirming loins. "You want to do it with me, Skip? Do you want to do 
it now?" 

Susan's decision to move, sometime in that indeterminable time lapse between 
the girl's asking of the question and the young boy's long-delayed nodding 
of his head, was not even conscious. She wasn't even aware of having done so 
until after she was several steps into the clearing, stalking angrily toward 
the two youngsters. 

Skip saw her first. Then the blushing blonde followed his gaze, looking over 
her shoulder in shock as the uniform-clad school nurse approached. 

"What do you two think you're doing?" Susan hissed. 

"It's Miss Bonner! The new school nurse!" Skip gasped. 

"Get up!" Susan said, her voice quivering as she stared in rage down at the 
voluptuous blonde. She still hadn't the slightest idea what she was going to 
do. She'd known only that she had to stop them. Skip had admitted that he 
was a virgin, and Susan couldn't have borne to stand idly by and watch that 
virginity that she herself so coveted be taken by another woman, let alone 
by a vulgar insensitive fourteen year old girl. The myth and fantasy she'd 
constructed around this sandy-haired teenage boy had almost crumbled before 
her very eyes, and she'd been compelled to intercede no matter how sordid 
her own motives, no matter how insane the secret desires that had driven 
her. 

"We didn't mean anything. Miss Bonner," Skip said, getting nervously to his 
feet. 

"Yen," the young girl added. "We were just sort of. . . wrestling." 

"I know very well what you were doing," Susan answered, glaring at the girl 
with undisguised anger. Then she had to avert her eyes as a knowing look 
came over the young blonde's face. 

"What were you doing here, anyway?" Melissa asked, watching her 
suspiciously. 

Susan knew the brazen girl could see right through her, and a voice at the 
back of her mind reminded her that to Melissa her intrusion must now seem 
quite as horrible as Head Nurse Rothschild's intrusion had seemed to her 
that dreadful night at the hospital. A part of her mind knew this rationally 
and realized what she was about to do was complete insanity, but she was 
unable to control herself. It was as if she was driven by an alien force, 
possessed, a thrall to her mad obsession. 

"Don't you worry about what I am doing here, young lady," she said with all 
the authority she could muster in her voice. "Just be glad I arrived before 
you did something you'd both regret later." 

Susan just glimpsed the snide look on the young girl's face as she turned 
her attention to Skip. 

"As for you, young man, I think we'd better have a little talk about the 
facts of life when the situation reaches the point where our girls aren't 
safe during school hours . . . " Susan let her voice drift off, leaving the 
implication to hang in the air. 

"But Miss Bonner!" Skip protested. 

"Miss Bonner, nothing!" the school nurse rasped in passionate agitation. 

Then to the young boy's utter shock and astonishment she reached out and 
grabbed his ear. "You come with me right now!" she commanded, leading him 
forcibly toward the edge of the clearing, the blonde girl following almost 
in a state of shock. 

Susan didn't relinquish her hold on Skip's ear until they began the descent 
toward the dry creek bed. She knew she was hurting him, but she'd already 
aroused Melissa's suspicions about her motives for following them into the 
trees and she knew she'd have to make her act look good. And she would make 
it all up to Skip later. 

"Now. Where are you supposed to be?" she asked Melissa as they emerged from 
the trees back onto the campus. 

"What do you mean?" Melissa stalled, still regarding her suspiciously. 

"I'm sure your school schedule hasn't allotted you an hour in the bushes 
every Wednesday afternoon. Where are you supposed to be this period?" 

"I'm supposed to be with the pep squad," Melissa said. 

"All right, go join the pep squad," Susan snapped. 

The girl stared at her in silence for a moment. "And what are you doing with 
Skip?" 

"I'm taking Skip to the clinic," Susan said, looking down sternly. Her gaze 
almost faltered as Melissa smiled knowingly, then turned away and started 
across the lawn toward the gymnasium where the entire pep squad was now 
assembled. 

"And you come with me, young man," she said again, seizing Skip's ear and 
leading him back toward the clinic. 

They didn't speak again until they'd passed through the entrance to the 
reception lobby and down the short corridor which led to the little 
examination room at the rear of the building. Still maintaining her stern 
expression, Susan looked down reprovingly at the abashed boy, who now almost 
cowered before her. "I'm ashamed of you, Skip, and very disappointed," she 
said. 

Skip hung his head, looking down at the floor. "I know." 

"You were going to seduce that girl, weren't you?" she said in a softer 
voice. "Do you do it to lots of girls, Skip, or was this the first time?" 

Skip looked up at her, biting his lip. "She was going to seduce me. I never 
have seduced anybody in my life, and I was so scared I couldn't even see 
straight." 

Susan watched a look of astonishment come over the boy's face as she smiled 
and flicked her tongue out to moisten her voluptuous lips. "I know, I know 
it was her who was going to seduce you, I watched for a long time before I 
finally stopped you." 

"You did?" 

"Yes, and I couldn't let her do it. Because you see, Skip, I want you for 
myself." 

Skip could hardly believe his ears. "I don't understand." 

"Don't you? You're a very cute boy, Skip. And I know I must have hurt you 
when I grabbed you by the ear, but I had to make it good to keep Melissa 
from getting any more suspicious than she already is." 

The sensuous brunette flicked her tongue teasingly from her mouth again in a 
wantonly teasing gesture of sexual invitation. Her gaze dropped downward 
toward the once more bulging crotch of Skip's trousers. Then she smiled 
softly. "You're getting another hard-on, aren't you?" 

Skip blushed. "I guess I am. But I still don't understand what you're going 
to do to me." 

Susan laughed softly. "Do to you? It's not what I'm going to do to you, 
Skip. It's what I'm going to do for you. I guess I must have planned it that 
first time I saw you. I just want you to promise you won't tell anyone." 

"No, I won't tell, Miss Bonner, I promise I won't!" He paused for a moment, 
pensive. "But what are you going to do?" 

Susan moved slowly to the young boy, wrapping her arms about him and pulling 
his body lightly to her own. She felt a little wisp of forbidden pleasure 
surge warmly through her thighs and loins at the pressure of the swollen 
erection pushing right up against the sensitive softness of her thighs. Then 
she pushed him back toward the narrow bed against the wall, guiding him 
gently down to a reclining position. 

"I'm going to show you how a real woman makes love, Skip." 

The wantonly excited school nurse hesitated but a moment, relishing the look 
of shock and anticipation on Skip's face, before she moved up to stand 
against the edge of the bed and reach down and undo the zipper of his 
trousers. She felt his hips jerk in sudden excitement as she slipped her 
fingers deftly inside his fly and closed her hand gently around the 
throbbing shaft of his erectly growing penis. A little quiver of passion 
darted through her own body as she worked his jockey shorts aside to 
completely expose the hard resilient flesh to her touch and free it to 
protrude in lewd invitation from his fly. She bent it down, then released it 
to spring vibrantly back up, smoothly pulsing and fully erect, the small 
head engorged with blood and shining with the droplets of seminal moisture 
seeping from the little glans on the end. Then, still fully clothed in her 
own uniform, she leaned slowly over. 

"Oh!" Skip gasped from the teasing contact. "Oh, that feels good! That feels 
really good!" 

Susan felt the youngster's body tremble beneath her touch as she lightly 
tugged at the loose skin, drawing it slowly up and down from the naked 
cock-head and along the eagerly throbbing shaft. She continued this for 
several moments, then slowly decreased the teasing up and down motions of 
her hand, squeezing the erect slender hardness softly, gazing down at it in 
totally wanton anticipation. She knew what she was about to do could have 
consequences every bit as disastrous as her last episode with a boy of 
Skip's age, but now that no longer seemed to matter. If she didn't seduce 
the cute young teenager, Melissa Howard certainly would, and somehow Susan 
just couldn't bear the thought of that. She had to go through with what she 
planned no matter what the outcome, and she swore that she was going to make 
Skip's initiation something he would never forget as long as he lived. Susan 
hesitated but a moment longer, her own desire surging as wildly as the 
boy's. Once more her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her 
voluptuously inviting lips, then she leaned her face slowly lower over the 
boy's trembling body, bending the thickly swollen length of his cock 
backward until it was pointed straight up at her face. Inches away from it 
she paused again and opened her mouth to breathe softly over the glistening 
little glans, her fingers resuming the gentle up and down skinning movements 
to prompt further excited jerking of his hips. 

"Oh boy!" Skip gasped. "What are you doing, Miss Bonner? What are you going 
to do to me?" 

Susan grinned, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm going to suck your 
cock first, Skip, then I'm going to let you make love to me." 

Skip stared down at the older woman in shock. Susan flipped her tongue 
gently from her lips, the saliva-wetted tip coming into warm shocking 
contact with the pulsing head of Skip's cock. She circled it slowly about 
the pulsing rubbery flesh, hearing his excited moans and feeling his hips 
twitch in lascivious response to the rousing sensation. The tip of her 
tongue found the tiny opening of the glans and darted wetly in to lick up 
the little droplets of seminal fluid, the tangy taste only serving to 
further stimulate her craving. Then her hand slipped softly to the base of 
the palpitating shaft as her lips parted to enclose just the tip of the 
lewdly bulging cock-head into the warm moisture of her mouth. 

Susan's fingers played gently through the thin curls of hair at Skip's open 
fly, venturing in to caress the tightly stretched sac of his testicles as 
her tongue swiped wetly downward along the smooth straining cock-shaft, 
causing a low deep moan to issue from the boy's throat as she planted wanton 
kisses around the jerking tip. For a few moments longer she continued to 
play and tease him but still refused to actually take his throbbing penis 
into her mouth. Then with a sudden groan, Skip reached down into her long 
dark hair, holding her face against his loins as he thrust his hips eagerly 
upward, shoving the full length of his hotly twitching cock almost to the 
back of Susan's throat. 

The school nurse gulped, giving out a muffled cry at the sudden shocking 
invasion. It almost choked her, but she took a depraved masochistic pleasure 
in the young student's sudden display of aggression. She knew a few moments 
ago she had completely humiliated him by grabbing his ear and leading him 
physically across the campus, but now she was determined to make it up to 
him and she responded hungrily to his first show of confidence, surrendering 
her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of his rigid 
penis crush into the voluptuous sucking tenderness of her mouth. She closed 
her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing shaft as she began to suck in 
earnest. 

Skip's buttocks quivered on the hard mattress as he felt the school nurse 
close her lips tightly around the hard fleshy shaft of his cock, now taking 
almost the whole length in her mouth. A few moments ago he thought Miss 
Bonner had completely ruined his chances of getting his first piece of ass, 
and he still couldn't believe the real reason she'd come out and stopped him 
and Melissa from doing it on the ground in the little clearing. And now she 
was sucking his cock, the school nurse, the woman every boy in the whole 
school was talking about. 

As the astonished youth began to eagerly hunch up and down, Susan yielded 
her lips and mouth totally up to the satisfaction of his obscene lust. Again 
and again she felt the inflamed thickness ram between her ovaled lips, the 
massively pulsing head plunging down the full length of her tongue to embed 
itself far up in the back of her throat as Skip squirmed his loins even 
harder up into her face. She closed her eyes, giving out a wanton whimper as 
she began to work her head up and down in a bobbing motion over his loins, 
swishing her tongue wildly around the sensitively vibrating head of his 
lunging cock. 

Now Susan was losing all her inhibitions, thrusting herself without 
restraint into the lewd task of sucking Skip's cock. She concentrated all 
her efforts on it, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat, her teeth 
scraping softly against the resiliently sensitive flesh that so obscenely 
violated her lips. She sucked ravenously, already beginning to hunger for 
the sweet-tasting semen she knew must be starting to well up in the 
teenager's throbbing testicles. She knew she would have to let him come in 
her mouth now. He was far too excited and she could tell that his control 
was already gone. She just had to trust that he would be sufficiently 
excited to be capable of another erection. 

"Oh wow, Miss Bonner," she heard Skip exclaim. "That feels so good I can 
hardly stand it!" 

Susan could sense the desire building through the young boy's body, 
manifested in the more violent upward thrusts of his hips shoving his 
palpitating cock-head deeper and harder into her mouth and throat, prompting 
even more distinct-sounding whimpers of submission to spew from her lips 
around the saliva-slickened base of his virginal penis. 

Then a shiver passed through her body as she felt Skip's hands move up to 
cautiously touch her ripely flaring buttocks, his fingers digging gently 
into the firm pliant flesh. Then her body began to sway and writhe with even 
greater passion as his hands moved up to caress her sensuously swollen 
breasts on the outside of her brassiere, the pressure causing the little 
buds of her nipples to swell instantly to tingling rigidity. She sobbed in 
heedless abandon around the cock that ruthlessly filled her mouth, her own 
lust-tortured flesh coming savagely to life as his hands roved over the 
outside of her uniform, tracing little chilling paths over the sensitive 
skin beneath. 

Susan further intensified her debased cock sucking, the lewd submission 
tapping a source in her she hadn't even known existed. Now every inch of her 
excitedly tingling flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward 
in exchange for the offering up of her mouth to Skip's lustful exploitation, 
and she determined she would do whatever was necessary to regenerate the 
young boy's desire once he had lost the hotly building load of semen now 
welling in his balls. With a sudden low whimper she raised her head, letting 
the urgently twitching cock slip from her mouth. Her face flushed, she gazed 
pleadingly up at the young boy's face. 

"Touch me too, Skip," she said in a cracked voice. "Up between my thighs, I 
mean. Start getting me ready to fuck!" 

For a moment Skip hesitated, his erect cock almost visibly palpitating, his 
fingers still softly massaging Susan's fully rounded breasts. 

Then as she felt the boy's hands move down to her thighs and begin to work 
her uniform skirt upward, the passionately overwrought brunette dropped her 
lips hungrily back to the rigidly pulsing stiffness of his cock, her tongue 
swiping tautingly over the smooth bulbous tip, further mewls of submission 
issuing from deep in her throat as his hips lunged upward to drive the 
resilient shaft back deep up into her mouth. Then her own body began to 
twist and squirm in even more wanton abandon as she felt his hand moving up 
between her thighs. 

The still incredulous teenager groaned, plunging his buttocks furiously to 
drive his urgently pulsing cock mercilessly into Miss Bonner's mouth. His 
eyes feasted on the sight of her softly curved thighs and white ass-cheeks, 
half revealed by her flimsy, near transparent panties, as he lifted her 
uniform skirt up above the tight elastic band at her waist and folded it 
into a bunch just above the inviting little indentation of her navel. The 
panties hung very low on her flaring pelvis bones, and through the sheer 
material Skip could just glimpse the softly shadowed triangle of her cunt 
hair. He'd never seen a naked woman except in pictures, and now just this 
partial glimpse of Miss Bonner's forbidden pussy excited him beyond his 
wildest dreams. 

Susan's whole body tensed as she felt the boy virgin's fingers stroke gently 
at the smoothly moistened cunt-flesh between her thighs. She was almost 
completely naked below the waist with only the sheer panties to conceal the 
ripely rounded cheeks of her buttocks and her curling cunt hair, and this 
almost complete vulnerability to the young boy's touch only further 
stimulated Susan's now uncontrollable passion. Her wanton moans and purrs 
around the eagerly thrusting shaft of Skip's cock growing even louder, she 
continued her fervent sucking as his fingers flicked shockingly up inside 
the tight leg band of her panties to brush teasingly into the little 
triangle of pubic hair lining her pulsating cunt-slit, working the crotch 
band of the panties aside to even better expose the sensitive forbidden 
pussy-flesh to his touch. 

Then a muffled whimper issued from deep in her throat as she felt the first 
shuddering contact of his finger moving right up along the slickly moistened 
slit and over the rigid throbbing little bud of her clitoris. Her buttocks 
began to twitch even more wildly as one of his fingers slipped up in between 
her receptively pulsing cunt lips, worming slowly upward into the welcoming 
flesh of her vagina. She gave out with an even deeper and more passionate 
moan, her buttocks undulating sensuously in response to the titillating 
violation of her loins. Then she felt Skip stiffen on the bed beside her, a 
groan rising in his throat as his cock seemed to swell even larger and 
harder in her mouth. 

"Uh-oh, Miss Bonner," he gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the mattress 
as he tried to regain control over his maddening want. Skip could feel the 
sperm welling up in his balls and he knew there wasn't a way in the world he 
was going to be able to stop it. He was going to cum whether he wanted to or 
not, and if he didn't find any words to warn her he was going to shoot his 
hot load of semen right up into Miss Bonner's pretty mouth. But for a moment 
Skip found it impossible to even speak. He merely lay there on the bed, 
muted by his lust, his hips frenziedly twitching and jerking as he felt the 
warm sperm surge from its sanctuary in his testicles and begin its burning 
dash up the shaft of his cock to the wildly pulsing head of his cock and the 
little glans at the tip. Then with a loud gasp he thrust the throbbing 
rigidity violently back between her lips, moaning and groaning in complete 
abandon as he let go of the last failing restraints on his desire. 

An instant later Susan felt the first droplets of the warm fresh-tasting cum 
spewing into her mouth. She gulped, her head bobbing in rapid rhythm as she 
swallowed to keep from choking, sucking fervently, her tongue swiping in 
tantalizing strokes over the orgasmically lurching shaft as drop after drop 
of the tangy-tasting sperm shot deep into the back of her throat. She was 
determined not to lose a single drop of the precious life-giving semen, and 
she swallowed hungrily, tightening her lips even more warmly around the 
pulsing shaft, gurgling sounds still pouring from her throat, as she gulped 
down the ceaselessly squirting droplets. 

Then at last, groans of exhaustion issuing from his lips, Skip sank his hips 
back down onto the mattress. Susan closed her eyes, her body twisting and 
writhing wildly for a moment longer before she leaned tiredly against the 
edge of the bed, gently kissing and licking Skip's now rapidly deflating 
penis. Then she lifted her head to look down at him with a soft smile, the 
burning passion in her own loins still building toward crescendo. 

"Did you like that, Skip?" 

"Yes, ma'am," the young boy said, grinning proudly. 

"Do you think you can raise another hard-on? Do you want to fuck me now?" 

Susan didn't wait for an answer. She knew Skip must be exhausted, and he 
might not even realize his own capacity, but she was pretty sure she knew 
how to arouse him. 

Her breath escaping in deep guttural gasps, Susan backed away from the bed 
and reached up to the neck of her uniform and began to slowly undo the 
buttons down the front, parting the thin white material teasingly off her 
voluptuously up-thrust, brassiere-clad breasts. With a gentle wriggling of 
her body she pushed the uniform off her shoulders and let it fall to the 
floor at her feet, leaving her clad only in her flimsy brassiere and 
near-transparent panties. She watched Skip's eyes bulge as she reached 
behind her back to loosen the snap of her brassiere, then pulled the straps 
off her arms and let it-likewise fall away, completely exposing the 
voluptuously contoured mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts. She moved her 
hand seductively down her almost naked body, hooking her thumbs inside the 
waistband at the top of her panties, a sultry, wanton smile playing on her 
lips as she began to pull them slowly down off the whiteness of her buttocks 
and the softly curling black hair of her cunt. She watched Skip's eyes bulge 
even wider at this lewd shocking exposure. Then her gaze descended down the 
young boy's body to his own loins, and she noted with a smile of 
satisfaction that already his still glistening penis was beginning to swell 
and grow to a new erection. 

Susan waited, completely naked, beside the bed for a moment longer, watching 
Skip's still lewdly moistened cock expand until once again it loomed up to 
fully distended hardness. Her mind drifted hazily backward, again conjuring 
a vague vision of that other young boy who had first triggered the release 
of the secret lust that only now was seeking the focus of its true 
magnitude. Again she remembered the terrible shame and frustration that had 
gripped her when that awful head nurse had burst in on them and physically 
dragged her, naked and sobbing, from the hospital bed where the young male 
patient lay groaning in anger and his own frustration. Nothing like that 
would happen today. And no matter what the consequences of her obscene 
actions might be later, Susan wasn't going to worry about that now. She was 
going to extract from this episode every ounce of salacious pleasure it 
afforded. She was going to bask in her own total depraved submission to her 
forbidden lust and damn the world! 

Her breath coming in short heaving gasps, Susan stepped forward and climbed 
up onto the bed, relishing the pleasure of having Skip's eyes wandering so 
eagerly, in fact, almost reverently over her naked body. Then the young boy 
wet his trembling lips, opening his mouth to speak in a nervous hesitant 
voice. 

"Miss Bonner. I . . . I don't know if I know what to do." 

Susan felt an even wilder spasm of delight course through her breasts at 
that remark. Skip's innocence and virginity had not been in question for a 
long time, but this reminder of it only further heightened her wanton 
longing and excitement, further stiffened her resolve to make this 
initiation the most memorable event of his life. 

"That's all right, Skip," she purred through her sultry lips. "I'll show 
you. I'll show you everything you need to know. Just he still and let me get 
on top of you to start with." 

Skip groaned, watching the voluptuous school nurse greedily as she lifted 
one leg and straddled him over his mid-section, sitting atop him with her 
thighs spread wide apart to completely expose to his hungry gaze the moist, 
hair-lined slit of her pussy and the little pink bud of her clitoris nestled 
so teasingly at the top of it. 

Susan gazed down with blurring vision at the young boy, who now began to 
squirm beneath her, arching his hips upward so his throbbing cock-shaft 
brushed with electrifying effect against the warmly sensitive inner flesh of 
one of her thighs. She reached down beneath her quivering buttocks to seize 
his youthfully palpitating member, bending it backward until it was pointed 
straight up at the nakedly pulsing softness of her loins. Then with a 
strained gasp she lowered her body slowly downward. 

A hoarse moan rose in the young nurse's throat at the first titillating 
contact of the lustfully jerking head of Skip's cock against her trembling 
pussy-furrow. She shifted her position slightly, emitting a low gasp as she 
brushed the bulging cock-head slowly up and down the length of her 
desirously moistened vaginal slit. Then with a soft pop just the tip of 
Skip's cock slipped up into her momentarily resisting cuntal tightness, and 
with a deep groan Susan sank her hips slowly downward, feeling the throbbing 
cock-shaft worm its way slowly up into the caressing inner cunt-flesh until 
her naked buttocks finally rested heavily on Skip's thighs and she was 
completely impaled on the lewdly skewering rigidity of his cock. 

Skip had never felt anything like this in his life. A few moments ago when 
Miss Bonner had sucked him off and let him cum in her mouth, he'd thought 
there could be nothing in the world that felt any better than that. But now 
he wasn't sure. Her cunt fit like a glove, and it was the warmest, moistest 
sensation he'd ever experienced in his life. And the physical aspect was 
only heightened by the sight of Miss Bonner's face, now wildly contorted by 
her own lust as she began a sensuous writhing of her body above him, gently 
flexing the warmly clasping inner walls of her pussy to further increase the 
sensation around Skip's desire-swollen cock. 

"Oh yes, yes," Susan purred, gazing through glistening eyes down at the 
young boy squirming beneath her. She began to move her buttocks in a slow 
rotating motion around Skip's deeply embedded cock, watching with 
satisfaction the little flinches of excitement on his face as he began a 
cautious upward hunching motion of his own loins in time with her slow 
gyrations. 

"Yes, Skip. Do it like that," she whispered. "Fuck up and down into my 
pussy." 

Slowly, the virginal youth increased the intensity of his hunching motions, 
driving his cock harder and straighter up into the now unresisting tightness 
of Miss Bonner's pussy, feeling her begin to bounce her own buttocks to 
further intensify the friction on his surging penis. Skip knew that if he 
hadn't shot off in her mouth just moments ago, he would have cum almost 
immediately from the sheer novelty of the sensation of penetrating her cunt. 
But now it would take him a few minutes at least before he lost control, 
though even at that he was going to have to be careful. It just felt too 
good, and the way she was bouncing and squirming her body around on top of 
him didn't make holding it back any easier either. 

Susan moaned even more deeply, raising her hands above her head to run them 
sensuously through her long, freely spilling hair, the gesture arching her 
full breasts higher and more invitingly as she squirmed her torso in 
writhing gyrations. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of the hard 
swollen young cock now lunging rhythmically up between her thighs into the 
sensitive tightness of her cunt. Then with an even deeper whimper she 
dropped her hands down to Skip's chest and shoulders, running them eagerly 
over his smoothly muscled flesh before she leaned forward, kissing him wetly 
on the lips as she squirmed her swollen nipples against him, dropping the 
voluptuous mounds of her breasts fully down against him, the change of 
posture only serving to arch her buttocks into the air even as his twitching 
cock continued to ram deep up into her cunt. 

"Put your hands on me, Skip," she purred into the teenagers ear. "Run your 
hands over my body! Caress me! Play with my ass!" 

Skip could hardly even believe those words were really coming from the 
school nurse, but he hardly needed more encouragement. He wrapped his arms 
eagerly around her back, hugging her upper torso down against him, then ran 
one of his hands along the fine line of her spine and dropped it down 
between her nakedly clenching ass-cheeks, his finger brushing down into the 
crack and right over the tight little hole of her anus. 

"Ooooh! Oh yes!" Susan moaned, waving her buttocks wildly against the finger 
stroking teasingly over her sensuously contracted little anus. Then she 
straightened out her thighs until she lay fully prone on top of Skip, 
slipping her own hands beneath him to hold him tightly to her as she rolled 
over onto her back. 

To Skip's surprise, the change of position didn't even alter the rhythm of 
their fucking. One minute he'd been on his back, the school nurse squatted 
over his loins and reclined forward on top of him. The next minute she was 
lying almost spread-eagled on her back and he was on top of her, his cock 
still embedded deep up in the warmly moistened tightness of her cunt, his 
finger still probing between her buttocks against the forbidden little 
opening of her anus. This was the position he'd always thought people used 
when they fucked. This was the way he'd always imagined it though twice as 
good, and he was grateful for the additional experience. 

Susan was rapidly losing the last of her inhibitions. The wanton masochistic 
pleasure of having Skip shoot off in her mouth had been almost more than she 
could stand and she was already drifting daringly close to the brink of 
sheer delirium so that she knew it wouldn't take much more. She was almost 
ready to cum, and she wanted to give Skip the triumph of mounting her in the 
superior position when the moment of orgasm did overwhelm her. Besides, she 
recalled vaguely, she'd initially assumed the superior position herself that 
night with Jimmy Caldwell; she'd been just on the verge of rolling over when 
Nurse Rothschild had burst into the room. 

Squirming her buttocks lewdly against the finger that stabbed teasingly up 
against the tight little entrance to her rectum, Susan ran her fingers 
forcibly up and down Skip's back, then dropped them to his naked thrusting 
buttocks, tugging his loins down even more tightly against her own, 
spreading her thighs out almost at right angles to take the quivering shaft 
of his cock even deeper into the orgiastically submitting softness of her 
cunt. Then another moan rose in her throat as a little spasm shot through 
her body. 

"Yes, Skip! Yes," she purred up at him. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you 
can! I'm almost ready to cum!" 

Skip stiffened for a moment, staring wild-eyed down at the school nurse's 
lust-contorted face. Then with a loud groan issuing from his own lips, he 
began to lunge and hunch his body in a frenzied staccato rhythm, driving the 
throbbing shaft of his cock in straight, deeply racking strokes all the way 
to the hilt into the school nurse's cunt. 

An instant later Susan felt the rumbles begin far up in her belly. She gave 
out with a low sigh, dropping her squirming buttocks back down onto the 
mattress. For a moment, save for the spasmodic shuddering of her body, she 
was almost motionless. As Skip continued to grunt and groan, ramming up into 
her with his mighty, jolting strokes, she felt the pressure of his finger 
against the tight little entrance to her rectum increase even further so 
that just the tip was submerged inside. Then with a low whimper she jerked 
her own loins wildly upward as she felt the waves of bliss begin far up 
inside, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep aside everything 
but the madly engulfing ecstasy that consumed her. 

"Yes, Skip," she pleaded. "Yes, cum with me. Cum with me now!" 

The climaxing brunette threw her legs up. locking her thighs high around the 
teenager's back to form a straight sheath of her vagina and enable him to 
fuck down into the her even harder with his deeply penetrating cock. 

Skip could hold back no longer either. With a final groan, he let himself go 
again, racking the school nurse's still quivering body with a last frantic 
series of lunges as the thick hot droplets of cum surged up and spewed 
relentlessly into the flowering softness of her pussy until at last she sank 
down in exhaustion beneath him. 

"Enough," Susan sobbed at last, her eyes closing and her hands running in 
tender light caresses up and down the youngster's back. 'That's enough, 
Skip. I can't take anymore." 

With a sigh, Skip sagged down heavily upon Miss Bonner, hearing her feeble 
whimper of protest as his finger popped free of her lewdly violated rectum. 

Susan closed her eyes, gasping for breath, as she felt the gentle relief 
sweep over her. She didn't know when she'd ever felt so good in her life. It 
was as if she'd been in a daze for over two weeks, and she knew that the 
shattering orgasm she'd just experienced had been the climax of not merely 
this encounter, but also of her frustrated affair with Jimmy Caldwell. 

She felt half sane for the first time since that fateful night, and she knew 
that no matter what the future consequences for what had happened today 
might be, she would never regret what she'd done. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jimmy Porter and Larry Jones, their hair wet from their post football 
workout shower, emerged from the dressing room in the basement of the 
gymnasium and started along the sidewalk toward the main building. They took 
the short cut through the building to the front entrance, where they found 
Melissa Howard waiting for them on the front steps. The voluptuous eighth 
grade girl blew a bubble and stood up, smoothing her mini-skirt down over 
her shapely thighs, taking a deep breath that arched and accentuated her 
almost fully developed breasts. 

"My mother's gone to a bridge party this afternoon," Melissa said, eyeing 
the two young boys teasingly. "I thought maybe you guys would like to come 
over to the house and fool around a little." 

Jimmy Porter grinned, nudging his friend Larry. Melissa might be a little 
bit stupid, but she sure knew how to show a guy a good time. Jimmy and Larry 
had known that ever since their own eighth grade days when she'd just 
started developing her truly magnificent set of boobs. 

"Yeh, why not?" said Jimmy, putting his arm around the sensuous blonde's 
waist and letting his hand venture down her ripely clenching ass-cheeks, 
invitingly defined by the short mini-skirt. Then at the bottom step he 
paused, "Hey, what happened anyway? I thought I saw you taking off into the 
trees with Skip a little earlier." 

"Yeh," said Larry. "Skip wasn't up to satisfying you on his first try, huh?" 

Melissa popped another bubble, narrowing her eyes as she looked back at the 
two boys. Then she shrugged and walked on. "I don't think I should say 
anything!" 

"Hey, whatta you mean?" demanded Jimmy. 

Melissa quickened her pace, moving several steps ahead of the two boys and 
holding her head haughtily in the air. 

"Don't tell me Skip couldn't get it up for you?" Larry said, hastening to 
catch up with her. 

After a few more steps Melissa slowed down to walk between the two boys. 
"No, he got it up all right. He really had it up and I've got the feeling he 
did get laid this afternoon, but not by me." 

"Then who?" Jimmy asked. 

Melissa hesitated, letting the suspense build before she replied, "The new 
school nurse, unless I miss my guess. Come on, let's turn here and take the 
short cut," she added, angling off the sidewalk across a vacant lot. 

"You've got to be kidding," Larry said. "The new school nurse? What makes 
you think . . . ? " 

"Because she's the one who came out and broke us up just when Skip was about 
to put it in," Melissa said. 'That bitch! She grabbed Skip by the ear and 
took him back to the clinic, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that 
she didn't have but one thing on her mind. I bet she was as hot as I was!" 

"I don't believe it," Larry concluded flatly. 

"Just a minute," Jimmy said, putting his hand on Melissa's shoulder to stop 
her and turn her to face him. "Are you making this up?" he asked, looking 
straight into her wide blank eyes. 

"No. I'm not making it up," the blonde said adamantly, blowing another 
bubble. 

"But do you know for sure that's what happened? I mean, did you follow them 
to the clinic and watch or anything? Did you really see something happen?" 

Melissa hesitated. "I'm not going to admit to that. But you just take my 
word for it." She turned and started across the lot, looking back over her 
shoulder. "Now are you guys coming with me or not?" 

Then she stopped short at the edge of the lot, staring through the trees and 
across the street to her parents' house. "Oh, drat it!" she said as the two 
boys came up behind her. "My mother's car is in the garage. She must not 
have gone to the bridge game after all." 

"Shit," Larry muttered under his breath. 

Jimmy shrugged. "Well, guess we'll have to make it some other time," he 
said. "Come on, Larry, let's go." 

"Hey, just a minute," Melissa protested. 

Nudging his friend, Jimmy started to quickly retrace his path across the 
lot, not looking back at the blonde who stared at him in anger and dismay. 

"Hey, what's the matter?" Larry asked when he caught up. "I'm so horny I 
could honk right now. We ought to be able to find somewhere else to take 
her." 

"Save it," Jimmy said. 

"Whatta you mean, 'save it'? " 

"You and I are going to pay a little visit to the clinic tomorrow," Jimmy 
said. "If Skip can get into Miss Bonner's pants, there's no reason why we 
can't." 

"Aw, come on, man! Don't tell me you believe Melissa's story! She's just 
making that up as an excuse, because Skip probably didn't even want to screw 
her or something." 

"Are you kidding? Skip would screw anybody right now, and I bet money he did 
screw the school nurse. I saw the way she was looking at him that day when 
she first got to school, and I've seen her looking at me almost the same 
way." 

* * * 

Larry Jones followed his friend Jimmy hesitantly out of the classroom and 
down the hall toward the back entrance of the main class building. 

"I still don't know if I like this," he said thoughtfully. "She may not have 
done anything with Skip, and even if she did we can't prove it. What are you 
going to do if she goes to Superintendent McLaughlin?" 

"Don't be such a chickenshit," Jimmy scoffed, looking back over his 
shoulder. "If you don't want to get in on this action, you don't have to." 

"I do want to get in on it," Larry said. "I just don't want to get into 
trouble." 

"We're not going to get into trouble," Jimmy said. "I can guarantee you 
that." 

Larry walked on in silence a few steps farther, then stopped. "Just a 
minute, I've got a better idea. This way we can't possibly get in trouble." 

Jimmy stopped, looking at him tiredly. "All right. Let's hear it." 

Larry took a deep breath. "If we just walked out there and ran our bluff, we 
stand a chance of failing. And we can get in trouble. But why let her know 
who we are until we're certain she did fuck Skip?" 

"And just how the hell do you expect to find that out? Call her up on the 
telephone?" 

Larry grinned. "That's right!" 

Jimmy frowned pensively, then nodded his head. "You know, you might have 
something there. If Miss Bonner really did what Melissa says she did, she's 
gonna freak out on the telephone when we confront her with it. And if she 
doesn't freak out, we can pretty well be sure Melissa was feeding us a line 
of bullshit!" 

'That's right!" said Larry proudly. "Come on. We can use the extension in 
the library to call the clinic." 

The two young boys made their way quickly to the library, which, as they'd 
expected, they found empty. Larry looked the extension number of the clinic 
up in the school directory and Jimmy took a wrinkled handkerchief from his 
pocket to cover the receiver. He took a deep breath, looking at his friend 
ominously for a moment before he dialed the number Larry had given him. 

Jimmy waited breathlessly as he listened to the ringing of the phone, then 
heard the receiver being lifted and Miss Bonner's voice on the other end of 
the line: "Hello. Clinic." 

Jimmy smiled, nodding at his friend and waiting, still saying nothing. For a 
moment the line was silent, save for the school nurse's audibly strained 
breathing. Then she spoke again, a slight edge to her voice already: "I 
said, who is it? . . . Who is there?" 

"Would you believe Skip Hunt?" 

The silence on the line, after that statement, was pregnant. Still Jimmy 
could discern nothing but the sound of Miss Bonner's breathing. But he 
thought he sensed the tension and was almost certain it was not of his own 
imagination. Then his belief in Melissa's story was almost confirmed in the 
nurse's next statement: 

"Is that you, Skip? Is it really you?" 

"What do you think?" he asked, almost chuckling into the receiver. 

"It ten't . . . Who is it? Who is this?" 

"A friend. Two friends. My partner is here with me. 

"What do you want?" 

"The same thing Skip got." 

Again the line was dead silent for a moment. Then Jimmy heard the school 
nurse ask hesitantly, "Who are you? Please tell me who you are." 

"You'll find out soon enough," Jimmy said. "We're coming to the clinic right 
now. We know the two of us can give you a better time than just Skip by 
himself. So lock the door and don't let anyone in till we get there." 

"But.. . ? " 

"No buts about it," Jimmy said tersely, replacing the receiver and looking 
back proudly at Larry. 

"Whatta you think?" 

"Melissa was telling the truth. She freaked completely when I mentioned 
Skip's name." 

"You're sure?" Larry asked. 

Jimmy nodded. "I'm sure. Come on, let's go get the finest piece of pussy 
we've ever had in our lives. It's there waiting for the taking." 

* * * 

Susan dropped the telephone receiver back onto the hook, staring in dismay 
across the reception room to the opposite wall. Her breath was coming in 
deep strained gasps and there was a fluttering in her stomach that made her 
feel, for a moment, almost nauseous. Gradually the full ramifications of the 
shocking telephone call she'd just received began to dawn on her. But oddly, 
beyond her fear, beyond even the guilt that had gnawed at her ever since 
yesterday afternoon when she'd sucked Skip off and then made love to him in 
the little room in the back of the clinic, her most profound reaction now to 
the terrible threat implied in the phone call was the self-realization of 
her own incredible stupidity. 

My God, she thought, she must be, at least emotionally, suicidal. There was 
no other explanation for her actions, actions that had been designed to lead 
to disgrace and damnation, to lead inevitably to that. Someone else already 
knew about what had happened between her and Skip yesterday, and there was 
nothing really surprising about that. Even as she'd committed the obscene 
acts for which she was now going to have to answer, it had been with a 
foregone, if ignored, conclusion that her deed could not possibly in this 
junior high school remain a secret for long. She'd known at the time Melissa 
was very suspicious of her, and it was only natural to suppose she would 
draw a conclusion and spread that conclusion as fact. Nor was there any 
reason to trust Skip to keep the secret. He'd promised to tell no one, but 
even at the time Susan had hardly taken the promise that seriously. For a 
boy Skip's age, having his cock sucked by the school nurse was no ordinary 
occurrence, and there would certainly be considerable temptation to brag 
about it. But whether Melissa had told, or Skip had told, somebody knew. And 
Susan had a pretty good idea what it was they would want from her. And she 
would have no choice but to submit not that even that would do more than 
postpone for a short time the inevitable replay of the event that had 
occurred back at the hospital, the event she'd come here in the first place 
to forget. 

Then Susan's body stiffened as she heard the knocks on the door, four firm, 
abrupt raps. 

"Who is it?" she asked in a quavering voice. 

"I think you know who it is," a still unidentifiable voice said. 

Susan hesitated for a moment. "Come in." 

Though there was no real reason for surprise, Susan couldn't quite contain 
her astonishment when the door opened and Jimmy Porter and Larry Jones, the 
two boys Tim McLaughlin had jokingly pointed out to her as trouble makers 
the day she'd first come to the school to interview for the school nurse 
position, walked in. The uncanny thing was that Susan had noticed them on 
several occasions since then; that is, she had found them attractive and had 
occasionally even entertained a fleeting fantasy about them. And now, 
ironically, that fantasy was about to come true, though under slightly 
different circumstances than she'd originally imagined. 

"What do you want?" Susan asked quietly as Jimmy closed and latched the door 
behind him and turned to look at her smugly. 

"We don't mean any harm, Miss Bonner," Larry put in quickly. "We just.. . " 
His voice faded off as Jimmy jerked his head around to glare at the other 
boy angrily. 

Then Jimmy turned back to Susan, the smug smile again creeping over his 
face. "We came to show you a good time. We figure if you can go for one 
inexperienced kid like Skip, the two of us can really show you a time." 

Susan waited in silence for a moment. It took almost all the courage she 
could muster to look Jimmy in the eye, but she managed it. And during that 
short silence she concluded that his confidence and arrogance were ninety 
per cent bluff. It was already obvious Larry wasn't even capable of bluff 
arrogance. He was probably as nervous now as Susan had been moments ago-when 
the strange voice first mentioned Skip's name on the telephone. And seeing 
the weakness in the two young boys who'd come here to openly force 
themselves on her, to blackmail her into doing something she might under 
different circumstances have done willingly, gave Susan the strength she 
needed to feel and respond to the insult. And she vowed that though the boys 
might succeed in their obscene scheme, she would extract her pound of flesh 
first. 

"And what if I say no?" she asked at length, still eyeing Jimmy levelly. 

"I don't know why you'd say no," he answered evenly. 

Susan smiled. "Then let's just speculate. What if I say no?" 

"We'd call Superintendent McLaughlin." 

"There's the phone," Susan said, nodding down at her desk. 

She noticed the look of hesitation on Jimmy's face, and on Larry's, outright 
alarm. Then Jimmy took a deep breath and stepped up to the desk. 

"All right," he said, still managing to conceal the nervousness in his own 
voice. "If that's the way you want it.. . " 

Susan waited until he'd reached for the phone, but made her own move before 
the actual moment of truth, before Jimmy began to dial. She just didn't have 
the heart to push him to that point at which he would have inevitably 
faltered. It would have been too easy. And besides, she was beginning to 
like the idea that had come into her mind. 

"All right," she said, suddenly rising. 

Jimmy looked up hopefully, still holding the phone receiver up from the 
hook. 

"All right. Hang the phone up. I'll do as you say. 

Slowly the youngster replaced the receiver, the arrogance returning to his 
eyes. "I don't think you'll regret this decision, Miss Bonner," he said 
toughly. 

It required all Susan's control to keep from laughing aloud. Instead she 
merely smiled, nodding in agreement. "I don't think I will either." She 
paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked seductively at the two teenagers. 
"Now, take your pants off." 

"Hunh?" Jimmy asked, gulping. 

"Take your pants off," Susan said, relishing the look of outright fear she 
saw in Larry's eyes. "Come on, boys, show me what you've got." 

In a sudden swift motion Jimmy unzipped his trousers and shoved them 
downward, letting them drop to his ankles. He still wore his jockey shorts, 
but Susan instantly felt a surge of longing course through her body at the 
sight of the bulging erection tenting the thin underwear. Jimmy must have 
noted this, for she saw the confidence return to his face as he teasingly 
pulled his underpants down to let his surging cock-shaft spring suddenly 
free in a lewdly shocking erection. 

"There!" he said, smiling proudly. 

"Now you, Larry," Susan insisted, glancing past Jimmy to the other boy, who 
had gone no farther than to loosen his belt. 

"Oh, gee whiz," Larry said, blushing. "All right." 

Susan watched with building anticipation as the more hesitant boy loosened 
his own trousers and in a swift impulsive motion pulled both them and his 
jockey shorts down to expose his own small and only half-rigid cock. 

"Why, he doesn't even look excited," Susan said derisively. "Only half a 
hard-on!" 

"It'll get up, Miss Bonner," Larry stammered. "I promise it will. I'm just a 
little nervous." 

"Yes, Larry, I'm sure it will," Susan conceded with a wry smile. "Now boys, 
hand me your trousers." 

"What?" 

"Hand me your trousers. I'll fold them up for you," Susan said. 

Jimmy looked at her in confusion for a moment, then shrugged again, stepped 
out of his trousers and stooped to pick them up. A moment later Larry 
followed suit and, her own wanton desire now building even more frenziedly 
with the sheer perversity of what she planned to do, Susan stepped forward 
to take the two pairs of trousers and drape them over her arm, her eyes 
straying downward for another brief glance at the two nakedly inviting young 
penises so lewdly exposed before her. Then she turned abruptly and walked 
out the door so quickly the two boys didn't have a chance to protest. 

The two half-naked teenagers stood for a moment in shocked silence, staring 
at the doorway through which Miss Bonner had disappeared as if they didn't 
even believe that what they'd seen could really have happened. It was Larry 
who finally spoke. "Very fucking smart!" 

"Huh?" 

"Very fucking smart, very bright idea you had to come here and fuck the 
school nurse. Now what are we going to do?" 

Jimmy looked down, clutching his cock which was now shrinking like a 
deflated balloon. "I don't know. I don't understand it. Why did she do 
that?" 

"Why did she do that? Why not do it? 

Now she's got us. If we have to walk out on that campus with our butts 
shining in the sunshine to find our trousers, we won't be able to blackmail 
anybody around this school again as long as we're here if we even get to 
stay here," Larry said in disgust. 

"But what are we going to do?" Jimmy asked. 

"I thought maybe you'd figure that out. You've figured out everything else 
so far." 

"Don't start blaming it all on me. You know you wanted to fuck her too." 

"I was perfectly happy to fuck Melissa. You're the one who dreamed up this 
crazy scheme." 

"Yen, I guess I am," Jimmy admitted. Then he stiffened at the sound of four 
short raps on the door. "Who . . . who is it?" 

The boys heard a soft giggle, then the school nurse's voice saying, "You 
know who it is!" 

An instant later, the door opened and Miss Bonner, minus the two pairs of 
trousers, walked back in. 

"Well, what do we have here?" she asked, looking from one of the half-naked 
boys to the other. At last her eyes came to rest on Jimmy's naked loins. 
"And who let the air out of you?" 

Jimmy hung his head in shame, then looked up forlornly. "We're sorry, Miss 
Bonner. We're really sorry. If you'll just give us our trousers back we'll 
go, and we'll never ever try anything like this again." 

The school nurse shrugged. "Your trousers are hidden under the hedge, if you 
care to go and get them yourselves." 

'The hedge?" 

"Yes, the hedge over by the gymnasium. I didn't think anyone would be-likely 
to find them there." 

"But that's halfway across campus, Miss Bonner," Larry protested. 

"And the whole pep squad is over there doing their yells," Jimmy added. 

The school nurse smiled sultrily. "I know. That's why I put them there." 

"But you've got to give them back to us," Jimmy pleaded. "You've just got 
to. We can't go out there like this." 

Susan moistened her voluptuous lips, gazing at the two boys with a sultry 
smile. "I'll go and get them for you later. First, you're going to have to 
give me everything you promised. And more!" 

She moved quickly past the two astonished boys and went down the corridor to 
the little examination room at the rear of the clinic. She could hardly even 
believe the obscene plan she'd contrived. It was too perverted for words, 
and went so far beyond what she'd done with Jimmy Caldwell and Skip that any 
justification she might have conceived for those two wanton acts would now 
be useless. But she didn't care about that anymore. The very depravity of 
her scheme, the irony and vulgarity, only heightened her already wantonly 
surging lust, and she was determined to go through with it. She was going to 
have the time of her life this afternoon, no matter what the cost might be 
later. And it would be good for the young boys. They were going to have to 
go through a short hazing period to even the score for their impudence and 
audacity in trying to blackmail her. But afterward, she vowed, she would 
make it all up to them. 

Her breath coming in short hoarse gasps, Susan hastily began to unbutton her 
uniform, parting it teasingly off the smooth heaving flesh of her breasts 
and dropping it from her shoulders and down the length of her thighs. She 
draped the uniform over the single straight-backed chair in the room and 
quickly shed her bra and wriggled out of her panties. Then, completely 
naked, she lay down on her back on the narrow bed, her arms extended out to 
her sides, her thighs slightly parted in a position of total surrender. She 
was waiting there naked, almost spread-eagled, when Jimmy and Larry came 
through the door. 

"Jesus!" Larry gasped, looking down at the school nurse's naked body laid 
out as if in sacrificial offering on the bed in front of them. He could 
hardly even believe it, but crazy as it seemed, Jimmy's scheme had worked. 
He could see the gentle rise and fall of Miss Bonner's nakedly swollen 
breasts, and her hips seemed to be undulating ever so softly on the 
mattress. She was really ready to fuck. He could tell it from the look in 
her eyes, and now Larry could feel his limber penis beginning suddenly to 
surge to erect life. 

Beside him, Jimmy was equally astonished. A few moments ago he would have 
given a whole month's allowance just to have his trousers back and be out of 
the clinic. And now apparently everything the school nurse had done was just 
a joke. She was lying there completely naked, waiting for him to fuck her, 
and he had never seen such a voluptuous inviting body in his life. It was 
the body of a real woman, not some silly teenage girl. 

For an indeterminate moment neither of the two boys moved. They were too 
shocked, too astonished. It was Jimmy who finally made the first motion, 
hastily stripping off his shirt and starting toward the bed. "Boy!" he 
exclaimed under his breath. "Boy, am I ready to get some of that after 
everything we've been through today." 

"Me too!" Larry echoed from behind him, also stripping off his own shirt and 
stepping out of his shoes. 

Susan smiled, bringing one of her arms down and extending her hand palm 
forward to the two boys. "Just a minute," she said. "Don't be so hasty. 
You've got to get me ready before you can fuck me. You've got to get me in 
the mood." 

"In the mood?" asked Jimmy. "But you look like you're already in the mood, 
Miss Bonner." 

"Do you want your pants back afterwards?" Susan asked with a teasing smile. 

Jimmy gulped, swallowing hard. "Yes, ma'am. We sure do want our pants back." 

"Then do as I tell you," Susan commanded almost sternly. "Larry, you come 
here." 

"Yes, ma'am," Larry said meekly, walking more hesitantly to the bed. 

"I don't know if you two boys really know how to excite a woman," Susan 
said. "That's why I'm going to show you, step by step. Then when I'm really 
ready, and every inch of my body is begging for it, you can have what you 
want." Sue sucked her breath in softly, accentuating the fullness of her 
roundly contoured breasts, her eyes trailing hungrily down Larry's small 
figure to the now urgently throbbing erection of his cock looming up from 
the sparse hair of his loins. "Bend over and kiss my breast!" 

She put her hands on the boy's shoulder, pulling him forcibly down toward 
her. Larry hesitated only a moment, then eagerly lowered his face to the 
school nurse's lust-swollen breasts, his tongue flicking teasingly over one 
of the hard little nipple-buds before he took it into his mouth, sucking 
ravenously as he felt her naked body begin to tremble beneath him and heard 
the low sensuous moan that rose in her throat. 

"Yes, yes that's right," Susan purred, arching her back to thrust the 
trembling mound of her breast even more fully into the young boy's face as 
she felt his lips and tongue kiss and nibble at the tingling little nipple. 
"Yes. Now the other one and my shoulders and neck and armpits. All over. 
Kiss all over the top of my body." 

Susan basked silently in her wantonly building pleasure for a few moments as 
the eager young boy began to do her bidding, alternating from one of her 
breasts to the other, his tongue swishing wetly over the sensitively aroused 
skin. She felt his hand touch her side up beneath her arm, then move slowly 
down over her flaring pelvic bone toward the soft pubic triangle at her 
cunt. Then in spite of the titillating sensation she derived from the bold 
initiative the teenager was taking, she reached down and caught his wrist, 
forcibly stopping him. 

"No, Larry," she gasped softly. "That's for Jimmy." 

Susan opened her eyes, meeting Larry's perplexed gaze, then looked past him 
and noted the confusion in Jimmy's face. Again in spite of the wanton lust 
welling through her loins and belly and breasts, Susan managed a mocking 
smile. "That's right, Jimmy. You kiss me down there. You eat my pussy and 
find out how to really make a woman hot. Then maybe the next time you want 
to do this you won't have to resort to such a crude approach as blackmail." 

Jimmy swallowed hard, staring in shock and dismay at the school nurse. He 
couldn't even believe what she was suggesting. He'd heard the older boys 
talking about it on occasion he thought they'd called in cuntalingus or 
something like that but he hadn't ever really believed they were telling the 
truth. And now the school nurse was demanding him to do just that, to eat 
her pussy. Again the young boy swallowed hard, looking pleadingly at Miss 
Bonner's lust-contorted, yet still smiling face. "But Miss Bonner, I never 
have done anything like . . . that. " 

"Well, you're going to do it now," Susan said. "That is, if you want your 
trousers back." 

Trembling, Jimmy stepped up to the edge of the bed and leaned down toward 
the school nurse's nakedly undulating loins, looking curiously at the 
silken-haired softness of her pussy nestled so invitingly between her amber 
thighs. He didn't think his face had ever been this close to a woman's cunt. 
He didn't think he'd ever looked at one this close, and in spite of all his 
trepidation, he now found a strange appeal for what she was demanding. Her 
cunt really was beautiful in a strange way, beautiful and inviting even to 
his own mouth. It even smelled good in an inexplicable manner, and beyond 
all his shame and embarrassment, Jimmy felt his cock begin to twitch in even 
wilder anticipation of what he was about to do. 

He hesitated a moment longer, his face almost between the school nurse's now 
eagerly parted thighs. Then he plunged. 

The seductively abandoned school nurse gasped aloud, arching her buttocks 
upward from the bed and spreading her thighs even wider as she felt Jimmy's 
tongue flick furtively down into the curly strands of her pussy hair, 
whipping suddenly right down between her thighs onto the little tingling bud 
of her clitoris. 

"Ooooh," she gasped from the sudden electrifying contact that caused a 
shudder to dart out through her loins, spreading relentlessly through her 
naked flesh and even up to the swollen breasts and rigid little points of 
her nipples, where Larry still eagerly sucked and kissed. 

Again Jimmy hesitated, carefully savoring the new taste of the school 
nurse's cunt, a taste completely unknown to him, yet somehow not entirely 
unfamiliar. He felt her quivering in expectation beneath him, heard the 
strained and desperate moans pouring from her throat, and his own lustfully 
throbbing cock seemed to twitch and swell even harder at the thought of what 
he was doing. She was really going out of her mind. He'd just barely touched 
the tip of his tongue to her clitoris and already she was so hot she could 
hardly stand it. And it was probably that response that finally alleviated 
his nervousness, because an instant later when Jimmy plunged again it was 
without the slightest bit of hesitation. 

With a deliberate upward movement of his hands, Jimmy spread Miss Bonner's 
thighs as wide apart as they would go, completely exposing to his gaze the 
pinkly glistening lips of her pussy and the swollen little nub of her 
clitoris nestled at the top of her hair-lined cuntal slit. He moistened his 
own lips, moving his hands swiftly up along the straining tendon of one of 
her inner thighs. Then with another deliberate motion, he pulled outward at 
the expectantly moistened flesh at either side of her cunt to completely 
expose the gleaming pink pussy-lips. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head 
down farther between the school nurse's thighs to swipe the full length of 
his tongue straight up into the wildly throbbing little vaginal furrow. 

Still eagerly nibbling and sucking at Miss Bonner's breasts, Larry gazed 
back in shock and surprise as Jimmy began to eat her pussy. The less 
aggressive boy further intensified his own ravenous sucking of her breasts 
as he felt her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, her nails digging 
into the rippling muscles of his back as she held him tightly to her. 

"Oh! Oh!" Susan moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting sensations 
that surged out from her breasts and loins in response to Larry's eager 
sucking of her nipples and the perverted assault of Jimmy's lips and tongue 
on her excitedly quivering cunt. It felt like nothing she'd ever known in 
her life, and the sheer sensation of having two sets of lips and two 
limberly swiping tongues assaulting the most sensitive parts of her body was 
almost driving her out of her mind. In spite of his original trepidation 
Jimmy was now immersing himself wholeheartedly in the wantonly subjugating 
act of cunnilingus. The darting probing of his boy's tongue into the tender 
flesh of her pussy was such a striking contrast to the normal sensations a 
woman expected to experience from being touched by a man's hand or violated 
by the skewering shaft of his penis that she could hardly control her hotly 
rising lust and need. 

Then as an even more convulsing shiver went through her body, she closed her 
thighs, tightening them greedily down about Jimmy's ears to hold his face 
buried in her loins. At the same time she reached down between Larry's 
thighs to seize and wrap her fingers eagerly about the nakedly twitching 
shaft of his cock, tugging gently up and down on the foreskin to prompt him 
to bite so hard on one of her desire-swollen nipples that she cried out in a 
spontaneous whimper of mingled pleasure and pain. 

Jimmy's tongue lapped deeper and deeper up into the school nurse's trembling 
cunt-flesh as he felt her thighs squeeze tightly about his ears. He'd never 
thought he would do anything like this in his life, but in spite of 
everything, he liked it, and he knew that it was taking its effect on Miss 
Bonner. She was really getting hot now, and he knew that the more he excited 
her the more chance he would have of getting his trousers back after the end 
of this obscene ordeal. It was no time to be squeamish, and in spite of his 
continued faint misgivings, young Jimmy sucked and kissed and licked the 
flowering furrow of her cunt with unrestrained enthusiasm, determined to do 
whatever necessary to please her. 

For a few moments longer Susan basked in the obscene pleasure of having the 
two young boys kissing and slavering over the most sensitive areas of her 
body. Then gently she pushed Larry's face up from her breast, again parting 
her thighs to free Jimmy's head. 

"All right," she gasped. "I've had enough. You can fuck me now!" 

Feeling a surge of satisfaction in his chest, Jimmy wormed his tongue one 
last time up into the exquisitely forbidden, newly discovered tightness of 
the school nurse's cunt. Then he raised up, smacking his lips and looking at 
her with a dazed expression. He reached his hand out to Larry's shoulder, 
pushing him back from the bed. "Move out of the way, kid. Miss Bonner is 
ready to fuck, and I'm going first." 

"Who says you're going first?" Larry retorted, looking at him in anger. 

"I'm going first. It was my idea, and I'm the one who ate her pussy. All 
you've done is lick around on her titties. That's nothing." 

Larry looked desperately back at Miss Bonner. He knew he couldn't whip his 
friend Jimmy in a fight, and his only hope was appeal to the school nurse. 
Usually it wouldn't have even mattered to him whether he went first or 
second, but Miss Bonner was so good looking he didn't want anything to spoil 
it. Then he stepped, sad-eyed, back to the bed. "Please Miss Bonner. Let me 
go first. I would have eaten your pussy too, if that's what you'd asked. 
Please let me go first." 

"Get out of the way!" Jimmy repeated, again pushing him back. 

Larry looked at the other boy resentfully, then returned his attention to 
the nakedly waiting woman on the bed. "He goes first every time with 
Melissa, Miss Bonner. Let me do it with you." 

"Why don't you both go at the same time?" Susan asked, deriving an even more 
wanton thrill from the look of shock in the boys' eyes. 

"At the same time?" they chimed together. 

"That's right," she whispered, an even more perverse thrill swelling in her 
breast at that obscene prospect. "That's right. You in my cunt, Jimmy . . . 
and Larry in my mouth!" 

Susan could hardly believe herself that she'd suggested such a lewd 
combination, but the arousing kissing of her breasts and the tantalizing 
licking and sucking at her cunt had caused her body to demand more and more. 
Her lust for perversion had been whetted, and now there seemed to be no 
limits to the depths of depravity to which she'd sink to obtain her obscene 
satisfaction. As the two boys stared in mute shock, she rolled slowly over 
to her belly, pulling her thighs up beneath her body in a kneeling position 
to thrust her buttocks invitingly up in the air. Then she gazed back over 
her shoulder, moistening her lips in sultry anticipation. "Come on, Larry, 
get up in front of me on the bed, and you come in from behind, Jimmy." 

Susan closed her eyes, feeling the bed sag and bounce as the boys climbed up 
onto it and took their positions, Larry on his knees before her, backed up 
against the bedstead, and Jimmy behind to take her in the humiliating "dog 
fashion" posture. She raised her head, gazing through narrowed eyes up at 
Larry, who looked back down at her in boyish eagerness. Then she took a deep 
breath and opened her mouth. "Come on, Larry," she purred. 

Larry hesitated momentarily, then leaned excitedly forward, and an instant 
later she took the lustfully twitching cockhead without protest between her 
lips. Then her body tensed as Jimmy leaned against her from behind, 
thrusting the palpitating head of his penis right up between her trembling 
ass-cheeks to find deliciously shocking contact with her already moistening 
cunt-lips. Shivering in anticipation, Susan moaned deeply as the eager 
youngster lunged his hips forward, the hotly pulsating length of his rigid 
cock worming its way easily up into the defenseless velvety softness of her 
yielding pussy-depths, slipping deeper and deeper until his loins smacked 
lewdly up against her ripely proffered buttocks. 

From in front of her, Larry also lunged forward, a lusty groan rising in his 
throat as he pushed his swollen cock-shaft between her lips and teeth, 
sliding it relentlessly all the way down her tongue until it was embedded in 
full erection far in the back of her throat. 

Susan's body quivered from the shuddering dual penetrations. Her mouth was 
completely filled by the thickly distended shaft of Larry's cock, and from 
behind, Jimmy's eagerly throbbing member was embedded to the hilt in her 
already wet flowering loins. She'd never felt so depraved and humiliated in 
her life. She was kneeling helplessly between them, offering both her mouth 
and her pussy for their obscene pleasure, and she thought she must be the 
picture of shame and degradation. But that was of no importance now. Nothing 
mattered but the perverted satiation of her greedy lust and she would stoop 
without hesitation to whatever means were necessary to obtain it. 

Then she moaned even more desperately as the two boys simultaneously began 
to move, responding to them with a wantonly sensuous writhing of her fervent 
young body. Little spasms of lust-incited passion darted out over her naked 
loins as Jimmy's hand wrapped around her waist to pull her up-thrust 
ass-cheeks even tighter against his squirming pelvis, and before her, Larry 
began to fuck with an even in and out hunching motion between her avidly 
ovaled lips. 

Susan humped and twisted, groaning around the expanding cock-shaft that 
filled her mouth, at the same time grinding her eagerly flexing buttocks 
back in a wild screwing motion against the desire-inflamed hardness ramming 
swiftly into her from behind. The long drawn out oral assault the two boys 
had inflicted on her hungrily yielding cunt and breasts had built her to a 
state of intense sensitivity and already she was beginning to lose control 
of herself, quivering and quaking between them in insane feverish abandon. 

Jimmy and Larry had never experienced anything like this in their young 
lives. From behind Jimmy was fucking furiously into the hotly clasping 
tightness of the school nurse's vagina, his loins making loud smacking 
sounds each time they struck her up thrust buttocks, prompting further 
whimpers of pleasure and submission to break from her throat even as she 
sucked his friend's cock. On the backstroke he drew his penis almost all the 
way out between her pink glistening cunt-lips and he could see the slickly 
moistened shaft going in and out of the little clinging lips which tightened 
about it in protest, then flowered open eagerly to receive him as he thrust 
forward again. From in front Larry derived a sense of sheer ruthless power 
from watching the voluptuous brunette on her knees before him, her face 
buried in his loins, her lips circling greedily around the rigid staff of 
his erectly pulsing cock. He'd never been sucked off in his life, not even 
by Melissa, and it was all he could do to keep from shooting off in her 
mouth right now. But he exerted all his energies to control himself, because 
he wanted it to last. It felt so good he wanted it never to end. 

As for Susan, it seemed all her own arrogance and mockery had been destroyed 
in a twinkling by the relentless buffeting of her satisfaction-starved body 
between the two young teenage boys. She could feel the shooting electric 
currents beginning to flow out of control through her burning flesh, and she 
knew it wouldn't be long now until she got the release she so desperately 
needed. She sucked ravenously, her tongue swiping obscenely around the 
pulsing head of Larry's lust-swollen cock. She could remember the taste of 
Skip's sperm shooting so virilely into her mouth yesterday and already she 
began to hunger for the moment Larry's would do the same. 

At the same time she drove her buttocks back even more furiously against 
Jimmy's loins, taking the throbbing rigidity deeper and deeper up into the 
tenderly exposed flesh of her cunt, relishing the stinging slaps of his 
pelvis against her helplessly proffered buttocks and longing for his equally 
obscene ejaculation into the trembling chasm of her pussy. She knew she was 
ready. It was just a matter of making the boys cum with her, and with that 
in mind, Susan further intensified her titillating sucking of Larry's cock 
and ground her buttocks even more hungrily back on the surging penile shaft 
that violated her from behind. 

Moments later she got her wish as she felt Larry stiffen in front of her. 
"Uh-oh," he gasped, "I think I'm going to cum!" 

"Me too!" Jimmy said behind her. "She's fucking me too good!" 

"Yeh, she's sucking me too good, too!" Larry said. "I can't hold it any 
longer." 

Susan wanted to cry out her own consent, but she was as helpless as if she'd 
been bound and gagged. She could say nothing because of the swelling 
hardness that stretched and filled her mouth, and there was no way to 
communicate her own readiness to the two boys who were so obscenely using 
the two mutually ravished orifices of her body. She could do nothing but 
continue her eager sucking and the wanton screwing of her buttocks against 
the hotly impaling rod of Jimmy's cock, hoping that her uninhibited servile 
passion would serve to tell them what she couldn't say with words. 

Then as the spasms began far up inside his own body, Jimmy slammed against 
her with a powerful lunge that shoved her forward until her face was buried 
even deeper into Larry's loins, at that same instant as the first 
sweet-tasting droplets of sperm came rushing up the length of the other 
boy's feverishly palpitating cock and spewed into her mouth. Susan sobbed 
and whimpered around the surging shaft, making gurgling sounds in her throat 
as she swallowed to keep from choking, while behind her Jimmy groaned as he 
too lost control and began to shoot his white-hot load of semen into her 
warmly pulsing vagina, the lewd ejaculation seeming to temporarily endow him 
with an even greater energy so that the increasingly violent lunges further 
racked her helpless body. And as the obscenely squirting sperm flooded 
simultaneously into the two respective orifices of her pussy and mouth, 
Susan felt the even more violent rumbles begin far up inside her own loins. 

The school nurse squirmed her buttocks in a wildly rotating motion, altering 
the angles of Jimmy's continued racking strokes up into the most sensitive 
recesses of her cunt. She sucked hungrily at Larry's relentlessly exploding 
cock-head, hungering for more and more of the fresh-tasting sperm that still 
splattered in seemingly endless droplets against the back of her throat. Her 
Adam's apple bobbed as she swallowed, determined not to lose a single drop 
of the precious life-giving fluid, and, as her own violent orgasm built to 
crescendo, the burning electric sensations exuded in sweeping waves out from 
her trembling loins, pouring up through her breast to the tingling tips of 
her nipples and surging wildly down her thighs and over every perspiring 
inch of her nakedly glistening flesh in a torrent of obscene elation. 

Then as the orgasmic peak passed, exhaustion came swiftly over her, and her 
body sagged as she felt the two boys' penises begin to deflate. Neatly she 
licked the last few droplets of cum off Larry's now limp cock, letting it 
drop from between her lips almost at the same time as Jimmy withdrew from 
behind. She turned over onto her side, then rolled completely onto her back, 
looking up with a glowing face at the two youngsters who still watched her 
with a certain eagerness and concern. 

'That was good!" Susan sighed. "That was really good. Both of you boys were 
really wonderful!" 

"Thank you, Miss Bonner," Larry said. 

"Yes, thank you," Jimmy added. 

For a moment Susan's eyes almost closed as the little quivers of ecstasy 
continued to pour at intervals through her softly curved flesh. Then she 
opened her eyes again, looking curiously at the two boys. "What's the 
matter?" 

Jimmy swallowed hard. "Uh, Miss Bonner . . . our trousers?" 

Susan laughed softly. She'd almost forgotten. "Oh yes, your trousers. Just a 
minute and I'll put my uniform on and go get them. They're in the bushes 
just outside the door." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Tim McLaughlin pulled his car to a halt against the curb before the 
apartment building where Susan lived, cut off the motor and looked over at 
her almost forlornly. The voluptuous brunette avoided his eyes, her fingers 
fidgeting nervously with the strap of her purse. 

"I just don't understand it," he said finally. "Last week I got your dress 
undone all the way down to your navel before you stopped me; tonight I had 
your skirt practically up around your neck!" 

Susan sighed quietly. "I . . . I don't guess I understand it, either. I 
thought I was going to go through with it tonight. I really did. Then 
something happened." 

"What happened? I mean, that's what I can't understand." 

Susan looked up at him desperately. "I don't know, Tim. I don't know. There 
was something awhile ago that's still troubling me. I just stiffened up 
tonight. Give me a chance to get my head together and maybe later I won't be 
this way, if there is a next time." 

Without waiting for the young superintendent to answer, Susan opened the 
door, got out and started up the walk. Instants later she heard the roar of 
his car's ignition, and his automobile pulled away. Then, as she was 
mounting the steps to the front entrance of the apartment, a shadowy figure 
on the corner of the porch almost caused her to jump. As it emerged into the 
crack of light coming through the front door, she saw that it was Skip. 

"Skip? What are you doing here this time of night? It's after eleven?" 

The boy looked at her sullenly for a moment. "I couldn't sleep. I slipped 
out the window." 

"But if your parents find out you're gone.. . ? " 

"They won't find out." 

Susan considered the youngster in silence. He was looking at her almost with 
hatred and she couldn't understand what was wrong. "Do . . . do you want to 
come in?" 

Skip shrugged. "I guess so." 

Susan quickly unlocked the front door and opened it to let the young boy 
into her small ground floor apartment. Then she turned to face him. 

"What's the matter, Skip? You're looking at me like . . . I just went to a 
play with Mr. McLaughlin." 

"Yeh. I bet you just went to a play," Skip said with obvious anger. 

Susan found it difficult to keep from smiling. This charming boy was 
actually jealous because she'd gone out with Superintendent McLaughlin, and 
at the realization of that, she felt such a tender welling of emotion in her 
breasts that she almost wanted to cry. She wanted to hug the cute teenager 
tenderly to her and shower kisses of gratitude on his face. Then as she 
started to move toward him, he stopped her cold. 

"What did Superintendent McLaughlin think about you gang-banging Larry Jones 
and Jimmy Porter? Or have they told him about it yet?" 

Susan felt a terrible sinking in her heart as she heard that. She could 
hardly even meet the teenager's cold gaze. He'd found out about what 
happened yesterday! Jimmy and Larry must have told him everything, all the 
sordid shocking details of the wanton flesh orgy, and she couldn't blame him 
one bit if he never wanted another thing to do with her. 

For several moments Susan stared silently down at the floor, little 
convulsions shaking her voluptuous body as she tried to choke back the tears 
welling in her eyes. 

"Oh, I've made such a mess of everything," she said in a quivering voice. 
"Such a terrible, terrible mess!" And it was true, she thought. Everything 
she had done during the last couple of weeks had turned out wrong, beginning 
with the lewd affair with the fourteen year old patient at the hospital 
where she had worked, inclusive of her relationship with Skip, her sordid 
affair with Jimmy and Larry, and even the two awkward and disquieting 
outings she'd had with Superintendent McLaughlin. Her own unnatural urges, 
unleashed that fatal night at the hospital, had set her against the very 
nature they defied. She was a mature, healthy, and all too attractive woman. 
She was dating a man her own age, a man whom she should have found 
attractive, and on their two successive outings together she'd petted with 
him and teased him and then stopped him short exactly in the manner he 
should have expected from an adolescent girl. By the same token, she had 
found young Skip Hunt with a girl his own age and had forcibly prevented 
nature's taking its own innocent natural course. Then, though she'd played 
prick-tease with a man her own age, she'd obscenely seduced that innocent 
young boy and later two others his own age. Susan couldn't understand it. 
She'd never experienced such despair and shame in her life, and she thought 
that, but for one mitigating factor, she would have fled right this minute, 
left her job, left her apartment and never set foot near this place again. 
But she couldn't bear to go. She couldn't give up the lewdly salacious 
pleasure she'd derived from her perverted acts. She knew she would stay on 
as long as possible. She would sink to the very depths of depravity, and she 
would leave only after she was forced to leave--an inevitability which would 
be reached, she knew, in due time. But even now in spite of all the 
resentment and anger she felt from Skip, in spite of all her own shame and 
guilt, the lust that had consumed her was still a ball of fire in her loins, 
an alien force that drove her beyond the bounds of rationality and made her 
its forever helpless thrall. She thought she'd never wanted Skip in her life 
as much as she wanted him at this moment, and even though he hated her, she 
would do whatever she had to do to have him. 

"Skip, I know I can't ever make you understand. But maybe, maybe just as an 
act of faith, you'll forgive me. Maybe you'll see that I can't control 
myself, that I can't help the way I feel." 

"But how do you think I feel? I go all my life trying to get a woman to go 
to bed with me and when I finally succeed, she makes me feel like a fool in 
front of all my friends. Even Melissa is laughing at me now, because she was 
saying a bunch of bad things about you yesterday, and I said they weren't 
true. And now everybody thinks they're true." 

"Even you?" 

He said nothing. 

"Oh Skip, Skip," Susan sobbed, stepping to the young boy and wrapping her 
arms around him, hugging him eagerly to her voluptuous breast, purring in 
his ear as she squirmed her loins up against his thighs. But he stood 
completely stiff before her, refusing to respond. At last she dropped her 
arms to her side and stepped back, watching him through narrowed eyes, her 
tongue flicking unconsciously from her mouth to moisten her trembling lips. 
Then she reached up and slowly began to loosen the buttons down the front of 
her dress, her breath coming more quickly as she parted the material off the 
up-thrust mounds of her breasts and pushed it completely from her body. She 
reached up behind her back to unsnap her brassiere, then slowly slipped her 
fingers into the waistband at the top of her thin clinging panties, lowering 
them deliberately over the soft dark curls of cunt hair and down the length 
of her molded slender thighs. 

Skip watched her undress solemnly. She was able to detect only the slightest 
hint of suppressed desire in his eyes, but she knew from that look that he 
still did want her in spite of everything. And she knew that if she tried 
hard enough she could have him again tonight. 

The junior high schooler let his eyes drift slowly over the school nurse's 
nakedly inviting body. He'd never felt so much like a fool as he had this 
afternoon when Melissa Howard had come and told him what Jimmy and Larry had 
done to Miss Bonner at the clinic yesterday. But in spite of all his anger 
he couldn't deny the little twitches of desire surging through his loins, 
and he could feel his penis begin to grow in his trousers beyond all his 
attempts at control. Then, saying not a word, the school nurse walked past 
him seductively and went over to lie down on her stomach on the bed. 

Skip turned slowly, his eyes moving deliberately down the length of her body 
and over the fine line of her spine, the dimples above her ripely flaring 
ass-cheeks, his attention at last finding focus on the forbidden crack 
between them. And suddenly out of the blue the craziest idea Skip had ever 
conceived in his life popped into his mind. 

"Come on, Skip," the school nurse said in a low lusty voice. "I can see you 
want me. Even if you hate me, you still want me. So take your anger out that 
way. Take it out by fucking me." 

Skip swallowed hard. He was having a difficult time keeping himself from 
trembling visibly at the thought that had entered his mind. He didn't even 
know why it excited him so much, because it seemed the most perverted thing 
imaginable. He couldn't dream Miss Bonner would even consider letting him do 
it to her, but neither could he get the idea out of his mind. 

"Please Skip. Come on. You can do anything you want." 

It seemed almost that she was reading his mind, though he knew that timely 
remark must have been sheer coincidence. But she was asking for it whether 
she knew it or not, and by golly Skip was going to give it to her, or at 
least make a good try. And after he'd done that to the school nurse he 
wouldn't have to hang his head in shame no matter what anyone else said 
they'd done to her. 

His breathing coming in short quick gasps, Skip walked over to the bed. He 
sat down on the edge of it and took off his shoes, then unbuttoned and shed 
his shirt and stood up to remove his trousers. He could feel the school 
nurse's hungry eyes coursing over the naked flesh of his own body, hear her 
hastened breathing as he turned back, still looking coldly down at her, and 
reclined beside her on the bed. Skip propped himself up on his elbow letting 
his gaze drift once more greedily down the length of her body to rivet on 
the temptingly outlines crevice of her ass-cheeks. Then his hand moved 
hesitantly to her thighs, just below her buttocks, and he heard her purr 
softly as he began to stroke tenderly upward. 

The lasciviously splayed brunette gasped as Skip leaned over her, nibbling 
gently at the sensitive flesh at the back of her neck, his hands moving 
slowly up her thighs, then flicking boldly between them. She stiffened at 
the first sudden teasing contact of his finger on the already moistened 
furrow of her pussy, working slowly up and down to part the trembling lips 
and spread the freely flowing moisture the full length of her aroused little 
cunt-slit and back over the thin membrane separating her vagina from her 
anus. 

Then a soft cry issued from the older woman's throat as Skip bit down on the 
sensitive skin at the back of her neck, and her body jerked in a soft spasm 
as she felt him spread the moisture back across the tender membrane and 
stroke right up between her ass-cheeks over the lewdly tingling little hole 
of her anus. In spite of the shocking sensation, she began to gently 
undulate her hips, little mewls of pleasure continuing to pour from her 
throat in response to his bold prodding against the tightly puckered anal 
entrance. 

Then a shudder passed through her body as she felt the pressure increase. 
She opened her eyes wide and lifted her head, staring straight ahead in 
shock and dismay at the obscenely chilling thought that had crept into her 
mind. Then a short little cry issued from her throat from the hot stab of 
pain as Skip suddenly pushed downward, his lubricated finger slipping 
slickly into the little hole, burrowing slowly forward up into her rectum in 
spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract her anus in 
fearful resistance. It sank to the first knuckle, then continued the 
piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up to the last knuckle 
in her forbidden rectal flesh. 

The excited teenager felt the triumph welling in his chest as the school 
nurse looked back at him in dismay. He could see her forming the words of 
protest on her lips, and he quickly flicked his thumb back between her 
thighs to the moistly quivering slit of her cunt to stifle it. Then her 
naked buttocks spontaneously resumed their sensuous undulation as he began 
to stroke up and down along her cunt-slit with his thumb, reaching it lower 
and lower until it made titillating contact with the sensitively swollen bud 
of her clitoris to bring another eager mewl to her lips. At the same time, 
he probed even deeper with his finger into her anus, and, from the 
expression on her face he could see that the exquisite contrast of 
sensations had her completely confused. It was obvious she was beginning to 
get an idea of what he had in mind, but at least her alarm was not as great 
as he might have expected. 

Little shivers continued to run through Susan's prone and helpless body as 
Skip continued to prod and wiggle his finger in her rectum, stretching and 
parting the tightly resisting walls until she thought she could hardly stand 
it. But the sheer sensation was more than she could resist, and she was 
unable to control the soft movement of her hips squirming up and down in a 
lewdly hunching motion on the bed. She was almost certain he had sodomy in 
mind, and the idea was almost too appalling for belief. She couldn't even 
imagine where an innocent young boy like Skip had gotten such a sordid idea, 
but, in spite of the stabbing pain and all the inherent perversion, the idea 
of being fucked in the rectum, debased and humiliated to the limits of 
perverted sex, was beginning to appeal to her. Even as she sobbed in 
protest, little tremors of masochistic pleasure had begun to course out over 
every tingling inch of her goose bumped flesh. She could feel the fluttering 
excitement growing relentlessly in her stomach, and she knew that beyond all 
her fear and shame, submitting to the lewd act of anal intercourse was the 
most perfect punishment the young boy could possibly have conceived. And she 
knew she didn't even have the right to resist after all the embarrassment 
she had caused him. 

Then Susan gasped again as Skip began to withdraw his finger. In spite of 
the relief she experienced, the tight rubbery walls of her rectum seemed to 
cling to him in protest. Her whole body jerked from the short pop as the 
finger left her anus completely, then she sobbed spontaneously, her whole 
body slithering forward as Skip rolled on top of her, his finger suddenly 
replaced by the blood-filled tip of his throbbing cock prodding right up 
against the clenching tightness of her helpless anal entrance. 

"Aaaaagggghhh," she moaned, thrusting her head from side to side as the 
teenager plunged ruthlessly forward, his surging cock-head pressing hard up 
against the tightly resisting little opening, then beginning to worm its way 
up inside. 

The sudden, even more intense pain caused new tears to rush to her eyes as 
she shivered from the sheer raw sensation at the slender shaft of boyish 
cock-flesh surging hungrily upward into her fearfully clasping rectum. 

Sobbing from her pain and humiliation, Susan dropped her face back down onto 
the mattress, her buttocks still jerking in involuntary spasms from the lewd 
violation of her most sensitive orifice. She was helplessly impaled now, her 
body pinned cruelly to the mattress. She'd taken Skip's swelling vengeful 
penis to the hilt between her up-thrust, proffered ass-cheeks. 

Then another cry rose to her lips as the young boy began to move. 
Miraculously, the pain wasn't nearly as intense as she'd feared, and it was 
tempered by an even more striking sensation of pleasure, however 
masochistic. Her loins were on fire from the lewd violation of her virginal 
rectum, and she could feel the tight sac that held Skip's sperm-filled 
testicles slapping teasingly against the sensitive little slit of her pussy 
on the down-thrust, sending undeniable ripples of salacious enjoyment 
darting out through her squirming body in delicious contrast to the pain. As 
Skip continued to fuck smoothly into her tight rectal flesh, she couldn't 
help but be grateful that even in his innocence the young boy's imagination 
had been sharp enough and sordid enough to give her this opportunity to make 
amends for the wrong she'd done. him. 

"God!" Skip gasped. "It's just too tight." The young boy couldn't even 
believe this final conquest. In spite of his relative lack of experience he 
could sense from Miss Bonner's reaction that she'd never been fucked in the 
anus before, and, from the way she was whimpering and moaning, he doubted if 
she would ever submit to it again. The sacrifice she was making was already 
beginning to temper Skip's anger even as he lunged his loins viciously 
forward against her up-thrust and waving ass-cheeks, and from the incessant 
groans of pain and humiliation emanating from her lips he was beginning to 
feel remorseful about the lewd perverted act he was subjecting her to. He 
couldn't help but enjoy it, but he didn't want to hurt her too bad, so he 
exerted every bit of control he could manage, trying to make it as easy on 
her as he could. 

For a few moments longer Susan hung in limbo, a part of her body wanting the 
ruthless and humiliating ordeal to end, another part of her beginning to cry 
out for more and more of the sheer depraved sensation Skip was inflicting on 
her clasping little rectum. To submit to the lewd attack seemed depraved in 
itself. To actually respond, to encourage the obscene assault, would be 
almost too perverted. Yet, in spite of everything, she was beginning to do 
just that. She synchronized the contractions of her anus with the violating 
thrust of Skip's lust-inflamed hardness, hunching her buttocks back against 
him ever more fervently to take the lewdly penetrating shaft of flesh deeper 
and deeper up into her most forbidden passage. Then as she felt his hands 
move down beneath her thighs and begin a swift stroking over the tingling 
bud of her clitoris, Susan almost cried out loud, rocking her buttocks way 
backward, pulling her knees up under her body to thrust her ass-cheeks high 
into the air, almost lifting Skip up off the bed as his cock sank even more 
easily all the way up into her now openly unresisting rectal sheath. 

Susan could hardly even believe her own words as she looked back over her 
shoulder and said, "Yes, Skip! Yes! Come on! Fuck me in the ass, fuck me as 
hard as you can! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Tim McLaughlin stared at his own reflection in the back-bar mirror, solemnly 
sipping the third gin and tonic he'd ordered in the last half hour. The 
school superintendent was still in almost a state of shock. His two nights 
with Nurse Susan Bonner had repudiated everything he'd learned in fifteen 
years of chasing women. The first time he'd had her virtually naked from the 
waist up, he'd actually had his lips on her breast, and suddenly she'd cut 
him off. Tonight he ignored the breast and went straight after his real 
objective, her tight little pussy. And he'd gotten his finger on her 
clitoris before she'd stopped him. It just didn't make sense. After what 
happened in his apartment that first night, she wouldn't even have accepted 
a second date with him if she hadn't wanted to go to bed with him and she 
certainly wouldn't have let him get her skirt up around her waist tonight if 
she hadn't been so inclined. Then somehow or other she just stiffened up. 

Tim downed the last of his drink and ordered another one. He was getting 
drunk. Even now his balls still throbbed from the gnawing frustration of 
having been stopped just when he thought he was about to make it. He drank 
the fourth drink even faster than he had the first three, and by the time 
he'd finished it, he had made a decision. He wasn't going to give up this 
easily, nor was he going to wait until Nurse Bonner's mood changed. She 
could be fucked, and she could be fucked tonight. And by God, he was going 
to give it the try of his life. 

Tim stood up quickly from the bar, walked out the door and got into his car, 
and began to drive back across town to Nurse Bonner's apartment. 

* * * 

Skip had hardly been able to believe the lust-contorted expression on Miss 
Bonner's face as she looked back at him, and her desperate plea was more 
than he could resist. He'd tried as hard as he could to hold back, but if 
she didn't want that, why should he torture himself? Grunting even more 
excitedly from the school nurse's unexpected response, Skip increased the 
length of his own racking lunges until he was unleashing the full fury of 
his lust with a series of jolting thrusts deep up into her still tightly 
contracted anus, at the same time shoving his finger far up into the 
quivering softness of her cunt and further increasing the friction of his 
thumb's rapid stroking over the trembling erect bud of her clitoris. Already 
he could feel the sperm beginning to well up in his testicles. He knew it 
wouldn't be long now until he lost control, but Miss Bonner was really 
beginning to like what he was doing to her and he was determined to hold off 
as long as he possibly could. 

Susan's body was really coming to life now, the wildly contrasting 
sensations in her two simultaneously ravished orifices becoming confused. 
She could no longer clearly distinguish between the two, and the shocking 
waves of delight that began to course in swift electric tingles out over her 
lust-tortured flesh were sweeping aside all her remaining emotional 
resistance. In spite of the inherent humiliation of the dog-fashion she'd 
submitted to and the sheer degradation of the depraved act of sodomy, she 
was responding. The shuddering lunges of Skip's throbbing penis up into the 
sensitively pulsating depths of her rectum were breaking down her 
inhibitions, and she screwed her buttocks back hungrily against the surging 
boy-cock, longing for more of the arousing titillation. Behind her, Skip 
groaned as he felt the school nurse's anus contract even more enticingly 
around the lunging shaft of his cock. He knew he was still hurting her, but 
now he no longer even tried to control himself. She'd asked for it anyway, 
and he did his best to compensate for the pain with the continued frenzied 
stroking of his finger over the wetly pulsing bud of her clitoris, at the 
same time fucking up into her clasping anal flesh with even more violence. 

"Ooooohhh! Aaagghhh!" Susan moaned before the shocking assault, her body 
thrashing beyond control from the obscene sensation surging through her 
loins and rectum. Again she dropped her face down onto the mattress, her 
buttocks jerking in complete abandon as Skip started a staccato lunging 
rhythm, his cock flexing even larger in her rectal tightness as the sperm 
welled hotly up his resiliently throbbing shaft. She rocked her buttocks 
even farther back, taking the lust-inflamed hardness deeper and deeper, 
gyrating her hips in a wildly rotating motion to alter the angle and further 
increase the raw sensation. She knew Skip was going to cum any minute now 
and she strained and fought desperately for her own release, hovering on the 
brink of what seemed like an unbearable eternity as it continued to elude 
her. 

"Finger-fuck me harder," the totally wanton young nurse gasped in 
desperation. "Finger-fuck harder into my pussy to make me cum too!" 

That did it. Skip lost all control. For an instant his body quivered, his 
loins pressed tightly against Miss Bonner's provocatively waving ass-cheeks. 
He tried to hold back, but he knew it was going to be no use. Then he heard 
an even deeper moan as the school nurse began to thrash her body in 
uncontrolled writhing movements, her anus contracting spasmodically around 
the pulsating length of his cock as he resumed his violent racking lunges. 

Susan almost passed out from sheer delight as the orgiastically contrasting 
sensations in her separately ravished orifices finally became hopelessly 
merged. She could no longer distinguish the difference between the pain and 
the pleasure, and her nakedly flailing body shuddered as the shocking waves 
of delight darted relentlessly over her perspiring flesh. Behind her Skip 
groaned, resuming the savage thrusting rhythm as the hot droplets of cum 
welled up swiftly from his balls and began to spew in obscenely squirting 
droplets up into the school nurse's helplessly penetrated rectum. As he 
continued and intensified his jolting plunges, Susan whimpered without 
restraint from her own shuddering waves of ecstasy. The slickly spewing 
semen flooded her rectum, lubricating her nether passage until the pain 
faded completely, so that as she continued to buck and hunch before Skip's 
final racking lunges there was nothing left but the wildly consuming passion 
of her release. 

* * * 

Tim McLaughlin stared with complete disbelief at the lewd shocking display 
in Miss Bonner's combination living-bedroom. To think that he'd almost rung 
her bell at the very peak of her and young Skip Hunt's sexual frenzy! Then 
he'd heard her cry out, and had known that just beyond the door lay the 
explanation of his own confusing relationship with the school nurse. 
Although Tim might not have peeked through the window if he hadn't been 
drunk, now he didn't regret what he'd seen. As he turned away from the 
window, the young superintendent was already beginning to formulate a plan. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Susan walked stiffly into Superintendent Tim McLaughlin's office, trying to 
maintain in her bearing a sense of dignity she hardly felt. She had little 
doubt as to why she'd been summoned here. For the last several days she'd 
been awaiting this call, not so much with dread as with resignation. Now 
that it had come, she just wanted to get this scene over with as easily and 
smoothly as possible. 

"Sit down, Susan," Tim said in an amiable voice. 

As the shapely brunette took a seat before his cluttered desk, the young 
superintendent rose and walked around to the door. Susan tensed as she heard 
him throw the latch. Then he moved back to the file cabinet in the corner of 
the room, opened it, and to Susan's surprise brought out a bottle of Scotch 
whiskey and two glasses. 

"I think you might be able to use this," he said, returning to his swivel 
chair behind the desk. 

"I'm sure I can," Susan answered, crossing her legs but making no attempt to 
pull down her uniform skirt, which had crept a bold distance up her 
invitingly contoured thighs. "I don't recall having seen you drinking 
whiskey on the job before, though," she added as Tim poured the two shot 
glasses full. 

"I don't publicize it," he said, pushing one of the glasses toward her. "As 
a matter-of-fact, I presume if certain members of the school board knew I 
kept this here, my job would be in jeopardy. But there are times when it 
affords a badly needed lift." Tim paused, drinking down his whole shot in a 
gulp, then looked at Susan levelly. "I came back to your apartment the other 
night, about an hour after I dropped you. off. I was about to ring the bell 
when I heard . . . something. Instead, I'm afraid I peeked through the 
window." 

Susan drank her own shot, casting her eyes downward. She could feel the red 
creeping over her face, and there was a lump rising in her throat. She'd had 
no doubt Tim had found out about her carryings on with the boys at school, 
but she'd taken for granted he'd merely heard the gossip that was going 
around about her. It hadn't occurred to her that he might have seen her with 
Skip that night, submitting wantonly to the obscene act of sodomy. She knew 
that Tim, aside from being attracted to her sexually, had liked her. He'd 
liked her at least a little bit. And she realized it must have hurt him very 
badly to actually have seen her with Skip, to witness with his own eyes the 
reason her relationship with him had been so fouled up. 

"I'm sorry," she managed at last. "I presumed you knew, but I'm sorry you 
had to . . . see it." 

"I later did some investigation," Tim continued, refilling the glasses. 
"I've heard Melissa's stories. I know about Jimmy and Larry too. And I 
suppose you know that it goes without saying that I have no choice, 
professionally, but.. . " 

"To terminate my employment," Susan finished the statement for him. 

"Yes." 

"And?" 

"Frankly, on a personal level, I'm pissed off at you." 

Susan looked up and smiled. "I don't doubt it. Tell me this: Do you also 
have the reputation of the school to consider?" 

Tim frowned. "That's what I was about to say. What are you getting at?" 

"What are you getting at?" she asked back. 

"What you've done is actually . . . a criminal offense in this state." 

Susan laughed softly. "I have the strangest feeling I've been here before." 

"You have?" 

"Yes." She paused, her smile now sultry. "And I'll be more than happy to go 
to bed with you if you let me resign without prejudice." 

As she walked out of the office with Superintendent McLaughlin, Susan had a 
strangely comforting feeling of deja vu. 

And she couldn't help but wonder if she were setting the pattern of a new 
life style. 


THE END
