Doctor Mary
by Jon Reskind


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he 
alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny 
others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to 
consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this 
ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Dr. Mary Ward sat at her desk down the hall from the school infirmary, 
reflecting on the rounds she had just made. She felt so much love for the 
little boys and girls she cared for since accepting the job of school doctor 
here at Lexingville. 

Like little Johnny Reed, the boy sleeping now in the little ward room. She 
had been so relieved today when his fever had finally broken and he was able 
to raise his head from the pillow to gaze at her with a tired smile. His 
eyes had even descended with a cautious curiosity down the sensuous lines of 
her lushly-shaped body before he had looked suddenly away, flushing with 
boyish embarrassment at the thoughts that had probably popped into his 
innocent mind. 

"Oh, Johnny," the doctor had said happily. "Look at how much better you 
are!" In her enthusiasm, Mary had bent downwards to hug the seventh-grader, 
her arms pulling him tightly towards the twin mounds of her ripely upthrust 
breasts. She held him for a few moments, his delighted face thrust into the 
voluptuously deep valley between her breasts, then released him and 
straightened up, sighing to herself contentedly from the innocent, but 
warmly titillating, contact. 

Mary had come to the Lexingville School directly from her internship, and in 
the short time that she had been there had found a deep inner peace through 
her work with the charming young students of the coeducational boarding 
school located in an isolated valley of Pennsylvania. The beautiful old 
brick buildings of the intimate campus were partially covered with shiny 
green ivy leaves, and carefully pruned trees and flowering bushes were 
everywhere. Just walking across the campus on a pleasant day was a rich 
experience, with the happy faces of the students everywhere and the sound of 
their childish voices filling the air. In spite of the exacting curriculum, 
the children were content with their teachers and surroundings far from any 
nearby town. 

The most rewarding thing of all to Mary Ward was her relationship to the 
students, being responsible for the well-being of all of them. As one of the 
more liberal members of her medical school graduating class, she felt a 
genuine bond with these teenagers, even more than with the older members of 
the staff and faculty. She knew that as the school doctor she was something 
of a mother substitute to some of the students, and sometimes she dropped 
all her defenses and gave a sick child a spontaneous hug or kiss when she 
saw him finally recovering from a bout of illness. At the same time, in 
these isolated surroundings Mary was somewhat irresistibly drawn to the 
adolescents in her cave. The freedom and restlessness of their energy was 
something which all her years of training had not erased in her, and it was 
probably the same energy and desire for freedom which had finally caused her 
to break her engagement with her fiancee and accept this job at the remote 
school campus. It was this same kind of restless energy that she recognized 
and responded to in the thirteen and fourteen year old school boys and girls 
at Lexingville. 

Mary Ward heard one of her young patients stirring in his sleep, and she got 
up to walk down the darkened hall toward the infirmary ward. As she walked 
down the corridor she glanced through the large hall windows toward the 
gymnasium building, enjoying the clearness of the rapidly falling evening. 

Immediately her movement was arrested as she focused her eyes on two distant 
figures hurrying along in the shadows of the campus, a boy and a girl 
walking close together, holding hands. Mary recognized immediately her own 
personal favorite of all the boys at school, little Michael Brown, and 
immediately she wondered who of all the girls at Lexingville would be with 
him. Michael was the most intelligent student in the entire freshman class, 
but beyond his cute sensitivity and almost bookwormish ways, it was 
Michael's shyness about girls and made Mary feel so protective of him. And 
so she gasped deeply when she suddenly realized that the girl holding his 
hand and scurrying toward the gymnasium with him was none other than Tracy 
Jones, a beautiful, troubled, and probably promiscuous tenth grader who 
sometimes dated the school's star football player, Jimmy Wilson. The young 
doctor almost cried out loud when she saw the two teenagers disappear among 
the brambles of the grape vines growing at the end of the gymnasium 
building. 

It took Doctor Mary Ward a few moments to really believe the implications of 
what she had just seen. The awareness slowly crept over her that there was 
only one logical reason for a boy and a girl like Tracy Jones to be ducking 
into the deep tangles of the grape arbor where no one would ordinarily be 
walking as the evening began to darken. 

Mary remained frozen with shock at what her mind was telling her. She just 
could not believe that Michael would be going anywhere with Tracy Jones, or 
even that he had been able to get up his courage to do something unlike 
himself such as this. Then, forgetting all about the young patient she had 
been heading down the hall to check on, she felt her legs carrying her 
through the door at the end of the hall, down the steps leading to the 
ground floor, and out the front of the building. It took her only a few 
moments to stride rapidly across the campus lawn and charge in among the 
grape vines, searching the growing darkness for a sight she did not really 
want to see. 

Before she even had time to think, she heard her own voice hollowly rasping: 
"Don't, Michael! Stop! Don't do it!" 

Immediately her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the fragrant grape arbor, 
and there, staring at her in surprise and shame, were the bright blue eyes 
of the beautiful fourteen year old boy who lay prone between the widespread 
thighs of the nakedly squirming curly-haired tenth grade girl. 

* * * 

"How did you let her catch you, anyway?" said Jimmy Wilson to the nervous 
younger boy who had barely been able to scramble away from the scene of his 
about-to-be-completed crime. 

"Fuck if I know," said Michael, biting his thumbnail and rolling his eyes to 
the ceiling. "If I'd just gotten it in before she stopped me. That's all 
that would have mattered. If I'd just gotten it in so I could say I had had 
a piece of ass. I was so close I could hardly see straight! She just rushed 
up out of nowhere! Tracy just laughed at me when I ran away. I'll probably 
never get any tail from her now!" 

Jimmy Wilson could barely suppress a chuckle himself. Leaning back on the 
pillow of his bunkbed, he lit a cigarette and passed it to his younger 
friend. "Will she report you, do you think?" 

"She will, I know she will." 

The older boy slowly took out another cigarette and lit it for himself. "I'm 
not so sure about that. That lady doctor is awfully fond of you. In fact, 
this could even work to your advantage!" 

"What do you mean?" Michael asked hopelessly. Michael had never felt so 
disappointed, or so horny, in his whole life. He'd been on the threshold of 
losing his virginity, of becoming a real man, and Dr. Ward, the school's 
lady doctor, had ruined it for him. And now she'd probably get him in bad 
trouble for it, too. 

And to think that over the past few months Michael had thought of the school 
doctor as kind of a good friend. The extremely intelligent boy had been 
chosen to help out in the infirmary lab work as a work-study project, and 
every day he and Dr. Ward and been together while she showed him various 
tips about the medical world. Often he and Dr. Ward had sat and talked after 
the lab had been cleaned up for the day. She had really seemed to like him, 
and Michael had also enjoyed her warm feminine company. And now she had done 
this to him. 

"Well, I mean, do you still want to lose you virginity?" Jimmy asked, 
puffing aggressively on his cigarette. 

"Of course I do," said Michael questioningly. 

"And how do you feel about the lady doctor now?" 

"I'd like to...." he sputtered. 

"Like to what?" asked Jimmy. Michigan thought about it for a minute and then 
said, "I'd like to strip her off naked in front of the whole school. I'd 
like to get her fired. Man, I can't believe she did that to me. That wasn't 
even a human thing to do." 

The older boy smiled knowingly. "Don't you know why she did it?" 

"Huh?" 

"She was jealous!" 

Michael shook his head in disbelief. "Jimmy, that's pure bullshit. Sometimes 
I can't believe how you think. She's probably going to the principal's 
office right now." 

"Man, don't tell me it's bullshit. I know about these things and you don't." 

"Then I'll probably get expelled," Michael continued, "and my parents will 
be pissed off, and I'll have to go to some stupid public school back home 
next year." 

"I'll tell you one thing," said Jimmy Wilson. "If she doesn't report you, 
then it'll prove me right. And all your problems will be over. If she 
doesn't report you, I bet you anything you can probably screw her!" 

"Are you out of your mind? After the way she stopped me today, she isn't 
ever going to let me screw her!" 

"Dr. Ward is a woman, Michael. She looks good and you know it. And a woman 
like that, out here in the boondocks all by herself, is going to need some 
screwing for sure." 

Jimmy Wilson paused for a moment and leaned forward toward his younger 
friend. "If she doesn't report you by tomorrow, I'll tell you what to do 
next." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Mary Ward kicked off her shoes as she entered the door of her little brick 
bungalow. Several miles of bicycling had not made her weary at all. The 
lewdly shocking event she had barely been able to prevent today had 
stimulated her nerves to a high pitch, and she felt upset and nervous. She 
decided to take a nice warm shower to try to calm down. 

In a few moments, she was standing naked in front of the full-length mirror 
in her bathroom, staring at the voluptuously inviting curves of her young 
body. The young woman turned slowly to gaze at her profile. Her proudly 
uplifted breasts were swelled out sharply above her trim little waist, 
standing up full and sensuous in defiance of gravity, voluptuous and almost 
perfectly symmetrical. Mary was proud of the fact that she didn't need to 
wear a brassiere to hold them upright whenever she got up her nerves to go 
without one. 

Then her eyes dropped down her body, following the inviting curves of her 
hips. Her hours of bicycling in the beautiful hills surrounding Lexingville 
had really paid off. Her body was more beautiful than it had ever been, 
maturing and firming a figure that was in its prime of young adulthood. 

Still, Mary Ward felt terrible. The lewdly shocking scene of this evening 
under the grape arbor hovered in her mind's eye, a haunting vision she was 
not able to get rid of. She could not believe that a boy of Michael's 
sensitivity and intelligence, so devoted to his studies, would involve 
himself in such action. And worse yet, that a girl like Tracy would permit 
her body to be so lasciviously used, that she would tempt and corrupt an 
innocent youngster like Michael, was even more appalling. 

Yet the most disturbing thing of all had been Mary's own reaction to the 
sight of the pair under the grape arbor. After all, even if she did have a 
certain moral responsibility to the students here, her job was that of 
school doctor, not the guardian of the students' virtues. And yet, when she 
had seen Michael and Tracy ducking under the sheltering vines at the end of 
the gymnasium building, she'd forgotten everything. She had acted without 
thought, in a manner that was, in its sheer impulsiveness, completely 
irrational. And when she had peered into the dark, overgrown arbor to see 
the young bodieslying prone and so close together on the leafy ground, she 
had taken no time to evaluate the effects of her action. She had been 
compelled to stop them. It had been a reflex, a knowledge sure and swift 
that she just couldn't let Michael do it. She couldn't let her favorite 
pupil have sex with that promiscuous girl, and what worried Mary Ward now 
was that she didn't know why she had acted as she had. Was it out of concern 
for Michael and Tracy? Or were her motives selfish? 

Mary sighed softly, then pulled a towel from the rack on the wall and began 
drying herself off slowly. She turned again slowly to examine her naked body 
in the mirror. 

Her breasts were a soft white with large rose-colored nipples, a sharp line 
of contrasting hues defining the area that had been covered by her bikini 
top last summer. She watched breathlessly as the cool air of the bathroom 
caused her nipples to swell visibly to a tingling hardness, and the naked 
woman could not resist the temptation to lift her arms to brush her hair 
back off her face, and thereby further arch the voluptuously rounded mounds 
of her breasts. Mary couldn't remember when she had felt so acutely aware of 
her own body, of her sexuality; somehow that awareness seemed inexplicably 
related to what had happened this afternoon. 

After another moment's hesitation, the sensuous blonde turned away from the 
mirror, snapped off the bathroom light, and walked into the bedroom. Letting 
her towel fall past her tightly rounded buttocks and down the long length of 
her silken thighs, she slipped naked between the sheets of her bed. She 
reached up to flick off the lamp on the night stand beside the bed, then 
hesitated, left it on, and dropped her arm back down to the mattress. She 
stared silently at the ceiling for a moment, then lowered her eyes to gaze 
again down the outline of her sensuously curved body, vividly revealed 
beneath the thin sheet that covered it. She was wide awake, her body taut 
with the gnawing sensation that had haunted her through the day and evening, 
and she couldn't prevent her mind from racing back over the lurid episode 
under the grape arbor vines. 

Even now Mary almost gasped at the recollection of the sight of those two 
naked young bodies stretched out in lascivious display on the soft leafy 
ground in the sheltering shadows of the vines. She was almost certain that 
Michael was a virgin. The studious young boy was notoriously shy around 
girls. And Mary knew his friend Jimmy Wilson must have made the arrangements 
for him to have sexual intercourse with Tracy. And, thanks to me, Michael's 
still a virgin! 

Mary wondered if he would ever forgive her for what she had done today, and 
she could not help but fear that her intercession, however noble her motives 
might have been, would only do him damage. At least she had not reported the 
incident to the principal of the school. But then that perturbed her, and 
only shed further doubt on her real reasons for interrupting Michael before 
the act of Coitus could be completed. 

Almost without thinking Mary trailed her hands slowly down the outside of 
the sheet to rub lightly over the protruding little points of her nipples, 
the friction of the material on the sensitive buds causing them to perk to 
greater and more visible rigidity. A spontaneous little moan rose in her 
throat as her hand trailed lower down the smooth sensuous flesh of her 
belly, and a silent battle waged in her mind as she tried to fight down the 
even more shocking recollection of the sight that had followed her 
interruption. She didn't want to remember, but she couldn't help herself. 
Even now, Michael's frightened and embarrassed eyes floated before her; she 
could see his trembling arms and legs and hard little penis as he scrambled 
back into his clothes and ran off down the brick path toward the dormitory 
building. 

As soon as Mary had said No, Michael. Stop! Don't do it! the sound of her 
own voice had seemed to ring in her ears. Michael had almost jumped in the 
air in his effort to disengage himself from the naked, writhing body of the 
older girl. He had landed flat on his back, and for the briefest instant, 
before he had been able to grab his trousers, his naked young body had been 
completely exposed to Mary Ward's shocked gaze. 

In a sudden impulsive gesture Mary kicked the sheet off her nakedly curved 
body, and gazed through narrowed eyes over the sensuous lines of her 
voluptuously contoured flesh. Her breathing had hastened, and her breasts 
rose and fell visibly with each strained gust. Her thighs seemed on fire, 
her naked flesh burning with unfulfilled sensation. I must be hysterical, 
Mary thought with disbelief. She realized that she had not had sexual 
intercourse for over six months-since the last night she had spent with her 
fiance, a medical student like herself, just before she had broken off their 
engagement. From a logical, medical point of view, she knew that it had not 
been natural for her to go on long without any means of sexual fulfillment. 
But somehow Mary had been unable to think in terms of satisfying her own 
natural sexual appetites. In fact, she had remained a virgin almost all the 
way through medical school. She never allowed the wilder life that her 
fellow students were leading to influence her, and until she became engaged 
she never had sex with any man, until finally she had allowed her fiance to 
seduce her. 

Still not wholly aware of what she was doing, Mary moved her hands back up 
to squeeze and fondle the vibrantly aroused mounds of her breasts, tweaking 
the hard little nipple buds to even greater rigidity. Then, another whimper 
arising in her throat, she let her fingers glide lightly back down over the 
smooth flat plane of her belly and into the softly curling blonde strands of 
pubic hair nestled so invitingly between her satin soft thighs. 

Arching her hips in a sensuous movement, Mary pushed her hand daringly 
lower, gasping aloud at the first titillating contact of her finger over the 
sensitive bud of her clitoris. Then, as she began to work the finger slowly 
up and down over the little tingling bud, her whole longing shooting out 
suddenly from her throbbing clitoris to saturate deeply into her belly and 
over the rest of her tortured flesh. For a moment longer, she continued to 
tweak and tease the little clitoral bud, almost closing her eyes, breathing 
in deep strained gasps as little spontaneous shudders of delight darted over 
her nakedly tingling skin. With a groan of frustration she drew her hand 
reluctantly away, resisting the temptation for a short moment which, in her 
present state of excitement, seemed like an eternity. But she had been 
through so much, too much strain, frustration and worry. She had denied 
herself too long, and after what she had seen today, her whole body was 
demanding release no matter what she had to do to obtain it. 

With a sob of despair, Mary dropped her hand back between her naked thighs, 
her fingers playing gently over the goose bumped skin of her belly, 
venturing once again down through the curling strands of pubic hair nestled 
between her thighs. Then an even more powerful shudder came over the blonde 
doctor as she touched the pulsating slit of her already moistened pussy. She 
moaned aloud at the sudden and even more titillating contact, her buttocks 
jerking as she carefully parted her hair-fringed cunt-lips, and spread the 
profusely flowing moisture slowly up and down the length of her tingling 
vagina. Then Mary carefully pulled her moistened pussy lips apart, and began 
to probe teasingly up into the tightness of her vaginal flesh, while at the 
same time running her thumb over the sensitive little bud of her clitoris 
that nestled so invitingly at the top of the throbbing curl-fringed cuntal 
furrow. 

Doctor Mary Ward was going to fingerfuck herself! She hadn't done that in 
over two years! She hadn't done it since she had finally yielded and given 
up her virginity to the man she thought at the time she would marry. And it 
seemed almost too obscene for words that-at the age of thirty-six, as she 
was in the prime of her womanhood-she should regress to this obscene 
practice. But what else could she do? As a doctor, she knew that her whole 
body was crying out with need. Her desire, which for these past several 
months had lain dormant within her, had found focus this afternoon as she 
was confronted with the forbidden yet arousing sight of the naked fourteen 
year old boy. She had to have some kind of relief. 

At last, with a distant-sounding moan, Mary surrendered completely to her 
obscene lust, beginning a lewdly writhing undulation of her buttocks as she 
started to slither her finger in smooth even strokes in and out between the 
tightly caressing lips of her cunt. 

A stream of moans and pleadings issued from Mary's throat as she began to 
finger herself in earnest. Her eyes were tightly shut now, her teeth gritted 
from the strain, as she began to thrash and toss her body in wild 
contortions of uncontrolled passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed 
from her lips, and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of her hotly 
trembling pussy, her thumb working with a maddening effect over the 
throbbing little bud of her clitoris. 

The young woman's face was shining, flushed red with lust, as she strained 
and groaned in frustration and need. Worming her finger up into the warm 
quivering slit of her cunt, she tossed her head wildly back and forth, her 
long dark hair whipping softly over the nakedness of her shoulders as she 
further intensified the obscene finger fucking rhythm up between her 
widespread thighs. 

The woman doctor lifted her head, gazing deliriously down between the 
trembling swells of her breasts at the shocking sight of her nakedly 
undulating body. She squirmed without restraint, responding feverishly to 
the obscene motions of her fingers moving in and out so swiftly between the 
soft haired lips of her cuntal slit. Yet, shocked as she was, the 
lust-abandoned blonde couldn't completely quell the lewd thrill prompted in 
her by the sight of her own lascivious finger sluicing wetly in and out of 
her naked cunt. She seemed to derive a perverse excitement from the very 
depravity of the act, and she was determined to go through with it. She 
didn't care any more. She was going to obtain the release from the 
devastating need that consumed her, no matter what degraded acts she had to 
inflict upon her own helplessly surrendered body to do so. 

After a moment, Mary's head dropped back to the pillow. She gasped and 
moaned as she began to strain even more desperately for the still distant 
relief, her pelvis thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of her 
fingers into the quivering flesh of her cunt, the lips of her vagina 
flowering open to give her even greater access to the warmly yielding 
pinkness. At the same time, she continued and intensified the maddening 
strokes of her thumb over the twitching little bud of her clitoris, the 
obscene titillation almost driving her insane with the lewdly rising passion 
that surged up from her womb and into her voluptuously squirming breasts. 

Gradually the doctor had let the temptation which had been nagging at her 
for the last few minutes take full control of her. She reached with one of 
her hands to the fully swollen mounds of her breasts, her fingers frenziedly 
working over the throbbing tips of her nipples. With her other hand she 
continued to spread the copiously flowing slick moisture up and down the 
trembling slit of her cunt, her body bucking from the hotly stabbing 
sensation as her finger fucked deeper and deeper up into her hungrily 
clasping vaginal flesh. And now that she had ceased her mental resistance to 
the depraved act, she let the lurid vision of what she had seen this 
afternoon return in clear and shocking focus in her mind's eye. Somehow the 
sight of little Michael Brown, who had looked so pathetic in his nakedness 
and shame, aroused her beyond almost anything she'd ever seen in her life. 
The instinct to which it appealed must have been motherly as much as sexual, 
yet the raw intensity of that emotion only further heightened her prurient 
response, and she knew finally that it was the physical need which had 
prompted her angry and irrational action this afternoon. 

Now Mary was completely engulfed by the all-consuming lust which had been 
hewn to a peak with the tantalizing caresses between her thighs. She spread 
her legs wide, bending her knees to expose the tingling slit of her pussy 
even more defenselessly to the obscene thrusting of her middle finger up 
into the warm quivering cunt flesh, while she continued and intensified the 
swift stroking of her thumb across the excitedly rising little bud of her 
clitoris. 

Forgetting everything, Mary mewled and whimpered without restraint from the 
surging lust that coursed over every inch of her naked flesh. She wiggled 
her finger furiously from side to side to probe into the most sensitive 
areas of her hot inner vaginal flesh, and her thumb squashed down hard on 
her little clitoral nipple, causing flashes of overpowering delight to surge 
through her body. Like some perfectly functioning machine, the female Doctor 
arched her buttocks up off the bed and scissored her naked thighs open and 
closed in a flurry of shameless arousal. She had reached the point of no 
return and there was no way to stop until she found the release she so 
desperately needed. With a deep animal groan of abandoned lust she began to 
writhe and toss without control on the bed, her finger working all the way 
to the last knuckle up into the softly yielding flesh of her pussy. A 
torrent of moans and whimpers and distant hissing sounds issued from her 
throat, and again her eyes clamped tightly shut, her teeth grinding in 
animal fashion as she strained for the now imminent release. 

For a few moments longer Mary lingered in the terrible purgatory of 
unfulfillment. Then suddenly her whole body tensed. She shuddered, fucking 
her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of the hotly burning softness of 
her cunt, deep groans rising urgently to her lips. Then in a sudden whiplash 
motion, her naked body uncoiled, her legs closing tightly about the hand 
that invaded her private pussy flesh as she felt the rising tide begin to 
swell from deep in her belly. 

It was going to happen! The doctor couldn't have stopped it now even if she 
wanted to. She was going to cum and there was no escape. Then an even more 
obscene spasm of delight she ok her lushly ripened body, sweeping away the 
last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise swelling in her loins. 

She moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her finger completely out of the 
quivering vaginal flesh, and concentrating totally on the rapid stroking of 
her thumb over the now lewdly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Then she moaned 
even louder and rammed her middle finger savagely back into the convulsing 
wet flesh of her tightly clenching cunt. 

Mary's breasts heaved with her strained and hastened breathing, her naked 
buttocks jerked in a frenzy up and down on the mattress as the trembling far 
up inside her womb suddenly surfaced in a volcano of elation, bursting forth 
in a breath-taking wave of sensation that surged through every inch of her 
wildly trembling flesh. She continued the frantic finger-fucking in and out 
of her feverishly clasping little pussy, her breath rasping in short 
strained gasps as she groaned in the delirium of her pleasure, and wallowed 
through the obscene and depraved bliss as the lightning-like sensations 
jolted through her body. The young woman had almost forgotten what cumming 
felt like, and she almost passed out from the mind-blowing sensation. 

Finally Mary's buttocks sank in exhaustion down on the bed, and she dropped 
her head back to the pillow, gasping to catch her breath. Absently she 
reached down for the sheet and pulled it up over her naked body. For a few 
moments longer the little spasms of excitement continued to course through 
her loins, and she left her hand resting limply on the sensitive and sated 
flesh between her thighs. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, almost 
drifted into sleep. 

She groaned hopelessly and opened her eyes, drawing her hands away, her 
heart pounding with guilt and fear. 

What was happening to her? She had fingerfucked herself! The obscene 
realization that, at age thirty-six, with all her medical knowledge and 
experience, she'd succumbed to the temptation to finger herself to cumming. 
And, depraved as that act was, she was even more disturbed by the image 
which had caused her to do it. 

That image, the vision which had caused the final temptation which she had 
been totally unable to overcome, had been the sight under the grape arbor 
that very afternoon of her favorite pupil, little Michael Brown, lying naked 
in the vine-shaded semi-darkness, while standing proudly up in rigid 
exposure from his thinly haired loins was the inescapable virility of his 
hotly throbbing little boy cock. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Michael Brown threw his books dejectedly into his locker, then slammed the 
door shut and began walking unhappily down the hall. 

"You aren't nervous, are you?" said Jimmy Wilson, picking up his stride to 
walk next to the younger boy. 

"It's worse than that," said Michael. "I don't know if I can go through with 
all this. I'm afraid she'll report after today." She didn't report you for 
the other day, did she? I tell you, man, it's going to work. If she reports 
you after today, it'll be too late. She'll look even worse than you do." 

"But I still don't think I can do it," said the younger boy. "It's just too 
far out to work." 

"You can do it. It will work. Only you got to hurry over there now and have 
a few minutes ahead of time to get it up good and hard before she comes in," 
said Jimmy Wilson. 

Michael let the noisy humdrum of the other students filling the hall block 
out his thoughts for a few instants. Then he shrugged and began to speed up 
his gait. "All right. Here goes." 

Trying to let Jimmy's confident attitude reassure his mind, the brown-haired 
youngster turned and strode quickly to the end of the hall and out the exit 
door. 

It was a hot sunny day and Michael relaxed a bit in the sunlight as he 
crossed the green lawn of the campus toward the infirmary. He still couldn't 
imagine Jimmy's plan working. He couldn't even imagine himself going through 
with it, but he didn't know how to say no to his older friend. Michael 
didn't think he could stand life at Lexingville School with the respect of 
Jimmy Wilson and the rest of the boys. After everything Jimmy had done, 
fixing him up with Tracy Jones so he could get his first piece of pussy, he 
couldn't say no to another one of Jimmy's plans. But it was absurd. It was 
just absurd. Doctor Ward would never go for it. 

Before he was really prepared for it, Michael found himself at the door of 
the infirmary building. He hesitated for a moment, gazing up hopelessly at 
the unyielding brick building with its lush covering of ivy leaves. It took 
only another moment for him to push open the door with a sigh of resignation 
and mount the stairs leading up to the empty ward rooms on the second floor. 
Fortunately, there were no ill students in any of the wards, so at least 
there would be privacy. 

The young boy reached the end of the hall and opened the door, stepping into 
a small two-bed ward. The room was sparsely furnished with only the twin 
hospital beds, the night stands between them, a couple of straight backed 
chairs, and a medical supply cabinet. Sunlight filtered into the room 
between the blinds. He paused to let his eyes adjust to the light, then 
walked over to the cabinet, opened the door, and removed a drinking glass. 
He took the glass over to the bed nearest the door, and set it on the small 
night stand beside it. Then he got onto the bed, propped two pillows up 
against the aluminum bedstead, and reclined back against them in a half 
sitting position, his legs extended straight out before him. 

Again he hesitated. Even in his solitude, it took almost all the courage the 
youth could muster to get up the nerve to reach down and unzip his trousers 
in the little ward room. With a trembling hand, he removed his small limp 
penis from his fly and stared down at it shamefully for a moment. He 
consulted his watch, noted that it was less than five minutes before Doctor 
Ward's usual arrival in the infirmary for the afternoon. Slowly he began to 
stroke the limp and flaccid flesh of his soft little cock. 

Under ordinary circumstances, Michael never had any problem achieving an 
erection. In fact, it seemed that for the last few months he spent most of 
his waking hours with a hard on. And though he knew masturbation was a sin, 
and that in some cases he'd heard discussed it had caused pimples and loss 
of hearing, the practice had almost become a regular habit with Michael. But 
jacking off in the bathroom or alone in his own room was one thing. Doing it 
here in the infirmary with the school doctor due to arrive at any minute, he 
wasn't even sure if he could get an erection. 

Michael must have continued to stroke and fondle his limp penis for a good 
two minutes before it finally did begin to respond. He tried to force the 
awareness of his motivation out of his mind, and concentrate totally on the 
way he had felt those last few seconds when he lay naked between Tracy 
Jones' widely parted young thighs, her soft-haired little cunt completely 
exposed to his gaze, the nub end of his rigid cock stroking right up against 
her little, pinkly glistening pussy slit. At last it began to work. He felt 
a little twitch, and the flaccid flesh gradually transformed, the limp 
maleness gradually growing until it loomed up into fully throbbing rigidity. 

Michael let his mind wander freely now. He conjured up a vision of Tracy 
Jones, lying naked beneath him on the soft leafy ground, her arms crossed 
above her head to arch and define her ripely-formed young breasts. He'd 
kissed one of the nipples at her urging, and he could still remember the way 
the perforated pink flesh had swelled to its own hardness between his lips. 
The teenager could remember the fresh smell of her young body, the feel of 
her warm thighs clamped tightly against his hips as he'd been on the verge 
of fucking her, and he knew instinctively there could be no experience in 
the world to compare with having a guy's cock in a girl's hot little cunt. 
But it seemed it would just never happen, not to him, not ever. 

Michael had almost forgotten the reason for his masturbation when he heard 
the faint sound of the door opening at the other end of the infirmary, 
followed by the clacking of Doctor Ward's shoe nails on the floor. He 
stiffened, a rush of adrenalin causing him to almost lose his breath, and 
stared down in virtual disbelief at the sight of his rigidly throbbing, 
blood-engorged penis thrust up in fully pulsing erection between the fingers 
that were now swiftly manipulating the flesh up and down off the rubbery 
head. A little droplet of seminal fluid leaked out the glans at the tip and 
glistened obscenely, and as he slackened the movements of his fingers, he 
felt an annoying stab of frustration in his testicles and realized almost 
incredulously that, if Doctor Ward were not arriving within a few seconds, 
he would have forgotten all about her and gone ahead and shot off. 

But that wasn't his purpose for being in the infirmary, and Michael knew 
that in order to keep from being the laughing stock of the school, he had to 
act now. In a sudden motion he reached over to the stand beside the bed and 
pushed the glass off. It shattered noisily on the floor, and with a deep 
nervous gasp Michael returned his hand to the rigidly swollen shaft of his 
cock and began to stroke up and down in even swifter, more frenzied 
movements. He closed his eyes, forcing himself in spite of all his fear to 
concentrate on the lewdly titillating memory of Tracy Jones' naked young 
pussy, persisting even as he heard the female doctor's footsteps grow louder 
as she came down the hall toward the infirmary. 

Michael was grunting and groaning as if completely engulfed in his lust, his 
hands still working rapidly up and down along the hard throbbing shaft of 
his cock, when the door was opened, and he heard Doctor Mary Ward's shocked 
gasp. 

* * * 

There was a long, indefinable moment of terrible silence. Mary could not 
believe her eyes. Now she was not even breathing, and the sound of the 
feverish workings of Michael's hand had stopped, as had his own sensual 
groans. The young boy's face was blank and white, his blue eyes staring back 
at her in shocked surprise. And she couldn't speak. She couldn't move. And 
worst of all, she couldn't take her eyes off the naked little cock, standing 
up in lewdly erected exposure before her, just as it had a few days before 
when she had caught the boy among the curling grape vines at the end of the 
gymnasium building with the tenth grade girl. 

The motionless doctor could not say a word. And Michael was every bit as 
stunned as she was. He looked almost as devastated as he had when Doctor 
Mary had found him on the verge of consummating the act of sexual 
intercourse with the wanton little tenth grade girl. Mary could not help 
drawing an unconscious parallel in her mind between that moment and this. 
Then somehow she managed to wrench her eyes away from the enthralling shaft 
of the little boy's naked penis, glanced down at the floor where the pieces 
of broken glass were strewn, and realized that in his excitement he must 
have knocked that off the bed stand and made the racket which had attracted 
her to come here and investigate. And finally, her lips quivering as she 
tried to find the words to speak, she lifted her eyes again to Michael, who 
was still unmoved as a statue. 

"Michael? Michael ... I don't ... understand!" 

Except for his tongue which flicked quickly from his mouth to moisten his 
lips, the frightened youth remained completely motionless for a moment 
longer. He'd never felt so stupid or ashamed in his whole life. This was 
even worse than he had expected, and he didn't know anything in the world he 
could say to make it right. And this was entirely different from what had 
happened when she had caught him the other day. At least, wrong as what he 
had been doing then might have been, the act of sexual intercourse wasn't 
anything for a man, or a boy, to be ashamed of. But to have the school 
doctor see him beating his meat, to have her believe that he was some kind 
of sex pervert, was more than Michael could stand. He'd liked Doctor Ward 
very much, and even if he was mad at her, he didn't want her to think that 
of him. Damn that Jimmy Wilson anyway. Michael knew he never should have let 
Jimmy talk him into this. But now it was too late. He'd already done it. 

"Michael? Please. Tell me...." 

"I couldn't help it...." Michael said at last, casting his eyes downward. 
Unconsciously he stiffened, and the motion caused his still fully erect 
young cock to jerk with a lewd little springing motion. As it did so, he 
heard the school doctor gasp, only further intensifying his shame. His penis 
was still erect, and for some reason it wouldn't go down. And Michael was so 
frightened now that he couldn't even bring himself to put it back in his 
trousers. 

"But Michael? Why did you have to come in here to do ... that?" 

Michael bit his lips. "I ... I don't know what to say, Doctor Ward." The 
teenager looked sheepishly back at the school doctor, his eyes unconsciously 
drifting down the length of her shapely body. She was really a good looking 
woman. Her breasts must have been at least twice as big as Tracy's, but 
perfectly proportioned. Her waist was slender, her stomach flat. Her hips 
flared out in perfectly inviting half-moons, and her thighs were long, 
teasingly outlined in the firmly clinging material of her white uniform. 

Then the youth looked back at her face, strained with shock, and shook his 
head. He felt dizzy, as if the bed were floating beneath him, as though a 
wave passed through his brain. Then, to his astonishment, the words he'd so 
self-consciously rehearsed in his mind earlier this morning under Jimmy's 
tutelage began to flow smoothly from his lips. 

"I was just desperate, I guess. I didn't know what else to do, or where else 
to go. I couldn't help myself. I got started thinking about ... about Tracy, 
and I got so ... so ... horny." 

Mary felt a lump rise in her throat. She could not help but recall that she 
had committed the same obscene act of fingering her vagina the other night 
after her discovery of Michael and Tracy. And she realized that for her, a 
mature woman, the act was much more perverse than it was for a boy of 
Michael's age. In fact, masturbation for a boy of Michael's age was even 
natural. She knew that well enough through her medical training, but she 
still could not rationalize the fact in her mind. There was something about 
it, the sight of his naked young penis sticking so rigidly from the fly of 
his trousers, that was lewd and shocking, yet at the same time compelling. 
She could hardly control her own excitement, but she just couldn't imagine 
Michael doing such a thing. But at the same time she couldn't escape the 
realization that if it hadn't been for her intercession the other afternoon, 
he probably wouldn't have had to do what he was doing now. 

"And I guess that's my fault?" she asked in a low voice, again forcing 
herself to avert her eyes from the still obscenely exposed erection of 
Michael's young cock. 

"No, Doctor Ward, it's not your fault," Michael said softly. "Well ... it 
isn't and in a way it is." 

"Michael, you realize there was no other way I could act the other day. I 
couldn't help what happened. You understand, don't you?" 

The youth nodded. "Yes ma'am. I guess I do. But....what else could I do? It 
got so bad, honest, that I couldn't even afford to stand up when the bell 
rang at the end of English class." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean ... I had such a terrible hard on, and it was showing." 

Michael noted with a tiny, secret twinge of satisfaction that a crimson 
flush had swept over the doctor's face as he had made that remark, and he 
couldn't help but see that as he said it she had glanced back again at his 
still revealed, still fully throbbing cock. Michael thought it must surely 
be mere wishful thinking on his own part, but if he had known better he 
would have thought Doctor Ward was actually excited by the sight of it. 
Looking back, he had to admit he'd noted a hint of that kind of excitement 
the other day when she'd seen him completely naked under the shaded grape 
arbor. But Michael couldn't imagine why a woman as good-looking and 
sophisticated as Dr. Ward would be interested in a kid like himself. Jimmy 
Wilson had said it was possible, though Michael just thought that it was too 
good to be true. But if there was the slightest possibility of Jimmy's plan 
working, Michael knew that he might as well try his best. After all, at this 
point he had nothing to lose. 

The youth wet his lips again, and once more flexed the still fully erect 
shaft of his cock, again causing it to jerk upward in a springing motion. 
This time Doctor Ward visibly winced, and Michael could see that it was with 
the greatest amount of effort she forced herself to look away. 

"I guess you had no choice but to do what you did the other day, Dr. Ward," 
he began hesitantly. "I'm so grateful that you didn't report us to the 
principal, ma'am. But you left me in a terrible situation. You know, except 
for a few of the real social retards, I'm the only boy in the freshman class 
who hasn't had a piece of ... hasn't had ... uh ... sex." He paused, casting 
his eyes forlornly downward. "Now I guess I never will." 

"That's not true, Michael," Mary said almost too quickly. "I mean ... 
someday when you're grown up I'm sure you will have a wife and kids and 
everything." 

"But that's a long way away," Michael said. "I can't even imagine ever being 
grown up. And anyway, who even knows for sure they will grow up in this day 
and age? And boys do want sex." 

"Of course they want sex," Mary said. "That's because you're an adolescent. 
But that doesn't mean you have to ... have it." 

"Why not?" 

"Because...." Mary's voice trailed off. Her head was spinning, and she 
couldn't even think of a logical answer to that question right now. She 
couldn't think of anything. Everything was a jumble in her mind, and she 
couldn't keep her eyes off the teenager's virile young penis. She just 
wished he'd put it back in his trousers. 

"And now it's even worse," Michael said. 

"What?" 

"I'm even ... hornier than I was before. I thought I could come in here and 
finish before you came back. And I was almost finished when you came in. Now 
it's even worse. How will I be able to go to my classes?" 

The doctor caught her breath as an obscene realization flashed through her 
mind. It was almost too lurid for words, but she knew she had to say it. In 
spite of her emotional revulsion at the mere suggestion of such a thing, she 
knew it would be the voice of logic and maturity speaking. "All right, 
Michael. You'd better go ahead now and finish. I'll go back to the reception 
room and wait there, and I won't let anybody in." 

"I can't," Michael said, staring down at the floor and shaking his head 
solemnly. "I just can't. You must know that getting caught doing this is the 
most embarrassing thing that can happen to a guy, and I just can't go on 
with it now that you know I'm doing it. I guess you'll lose all your respect 
for me." 

"That's not true, Michael," Mary said. "I'm a doctor. I understand this sort 
of thing. I was just a little surprised when I first saw you." 

"I don't care," said Michael. "I just can't do it." Then he lifted his eyes 
slowly. He could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest, and he was 
so scared he could hardly even speak. But he had to try. He had come this 
far. There was no reason to back out now. "Unless...." 

Mary looked sharply back at the young boy, who was now watching her with an 
almost sheepish smile. "Unless what?" she asked. 

Michael swallowed hard. "Unless you help me?" 

Mary could hardly believe she'd heard right. The words had been clear 
enough, but she thought Michael must have meant something entirely 
different, something that eluded her. He just couldn't be serious. He 
wouldn't have the gall to ask her, the school doctor, to do something like 
that. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I've heard some of the boys talking, and they say it feels a whole lot 
better if a girl does it for you. You know, jacks you off. And the other day 
when Tracy touched me, her hand felt twice as good as mine when I touch 
myself." 

Mary's mouth dropped open as the shocking truth of Michael's meaning crept 
into her consciousness. It was too obscene to even dream of, but he was 
serious. She could tell from the look on his face that though he was 
embarrassed and afraid, he was still serious in his lewdly degrading 
suggestion. 

He wanted her to assist him in masturbating! 

"I can't believe you said that, Michael. I can't believe you think I'm the 
kind of woman who would do something like that." 

"But I didn't mean anything bad about it, Doctor Ward. I just ... I guess it 
was selfish of me to ask you. But ... everybody in the whole school is 
laughing at me for what happened the other day. They call me your "pet". 

"They know? They know what happened?" 

"I guess Tracy told one of her girlfriends and she told somebody else," 
Michael said. "We both thought you would report us to the principal, anyway, 
so I guess Tracy didn't think it would make any difference." 

"That little bitch!" Mary hissed. "I'm sorry. But that's the way I feel 
about her. I didn't report you to the principal because I didn't think it 
would be in your best interest to be expelled from school. You can just tell 
Tracy that if word of that incident does reach the superintendent, I'll skin 
her alive. Now that's all. If you want a few more minutes of privacy here 
you're welcome to it." 

Michael's heart sank as he watched the voluptuous school doctor turn to 
leave. The plan had failed just as he knew it would. He should have known it 
was crazy to even try. 

Then, to his surprise, Dr. Ward hesitated and looked back. 

"Michael, I'm sorry." 

Michael caught his breath. He saw the school doctor's eyes descend again 
toward his loins and the still partially rigid shaft of his cock. And her 
strained expression convinced him that he should give it one last try. 

"Then ... please ... Dr. Ward ... please ... help me." 

It was insane. Mary had never considered an idea so threatening. It was 
dangerous enough that she had failed to report the fact that she'd found two 
students of the opposite sex frolicking nakedly together in the bushes. But 
if word ever got out around the school that she had gone so far as to assist 
one of the boy freshmen students in the dangerous-to her-act of 
masturbation, she would never be able to live it down. But she couldn't see 
how she could refuse. After all, it was her fault that Michael hadn't lost 
his virginity the other day. The blonde doctor knew that first-time sex was 
one of the most trying ordeals in a young man's life, and thanks to her 
untimely intervention, Michael still had it before him, instead of behind 
him. Times were changing, and she had to admit that it was not even 
extraordinary in this permissive age for a young man to lose his virginity 
at fourteen. She had probably acted unwisely in interrupting Michael and 
Tracy, however lurid it might have seemed then. 

Yet, beyond all her rationalizations, there seemed in her current confused 
state of consciousness, to be an even more compelling reason for her to do 
what Michael had asked her. In spite of everything, she knew now that she 
actually, in some little understood part of her being, wanted to do it. She 
could hardly control her breathing, or the furious pounding of her heart, as 
she let her gaze wander back to the smooth little penis standing up so 
rigidly between his thighs. She did want to touch it. She could imagine the 
warm resilient feel of it in her hand. She could imagine little Michael 
groaning in mingled embarrassment and ecstasy as she performed the 
manipulations that led him to the release that he must need just as badly as 
she needed her own several nights ago. And she couldn't deny the forbidden 
thrill swelling in her own breasts at the thought of caressing him. 

"Please, Dr. Ward. I need your help. I need it." 

Mary sucked her breath in hoarsely, staring at the cute young boy through 
narrowed eyes. She had never seen such a look of desperate pleading on 
anyone's face in her life, and her heart went out to him. Only now was it 
beginning to dawn on her how truly devastating an effect her discovering him 
here in the act of masturbation might have upon him, and she was beginning 
to realize that somehow she did have to help him rebuild his 
self-confidence. And if it were by that method, by assisting him in 
attaining his release by the act of masturbation, then what harm could it do 
to her? She was a doctor. She did know the facts of life. What harm could it 
do to her if she lent him a hand? But even then she hesitated for an 
extended moment before she nodded her head and slowly started back into the 
room. 

"All right, Michael. I'll help you. Just promise me, promise me, you'll 
never tell anyone about it." 

"Oh, I promise, Dr. Ward! I really promise. I'll never tell anyone." 

Her breath coming in even more audible gasps, Mary Ward walked over to the 
bed. She saw the look of hope that lit up in Michael's blue eyes, and 
despite all of her own apprehension of what she was about to do, she 
couldn't quell her warm response to that rewarding sight. As difficult as it 
was for her to admit it, she realized now that she had been wrong in 
stopping him the other day when he had been about to have sex with Tracy. 
And she just hoped she could do something to make up for that. 

Mary sat down on the edge of the little bed, watching Michael with a sultry 
gaze. A soft whimper rose in her throat, and she reached toward the young 
teenage boy's nakedly inviting little penis, which had begun to surge toward 
a renewed erection even before the initial touch. 

"Oh, Dr. Ward!" Michael gasped, his whole body twitching spontaneously as he 
felt the school doctor's fingertips close warmly about the throbbing shaft 
of his cock. "That feels so good!" 

Mary smiled from her own embarrassment, trying to hide the excitement she 
felt at finally touching the virilely pulsating penis that had so 
unnaturally obsessed her for the last couple of days. 

Michael groaned. He still felt really silly having the school doctor do this 
to him. But now he did have the faintest hope that the scheme Jimmy Wilson 
had conceived might actually work. And the next step in the plan was 
Michael's own idea, an elaboration which would be difficult, but which, if 
he could pull it off, just might work. 

Mary was in a state of mindless excitement as she began a rhythmic up and 
down stroking motion of her hand on the boy's slender rod of hardened flesh. 
She had never dreamed of doing anything like this in her life; nor had she 
imagined what her own response would be. The feel of Michael's warm young 
penis, which had been so much a part of her thoughts ever since she had seen 
him naked, was almost driving her out of her mind. Her body was responding 
beyond all her wishes, her flesh tingling with unwanted passion that surged 
up in her thighs despite all her attempts at control. And the fact that by 
doing this she was making a sacrifice to make amends for what she had caused 
Michael to be denied that fateful afternoon, added an emotional factor that 
only further intensified her physical arousal. She closed her eyes, a little 
moan of hunger rising in her throat, and began to work her hand up and down 
even faster. She could feel the boy's body jerking and shuddering beneath 
her salacious caresses, and she sensed it wouldn't be long until he reached 
the climax he had apparently been approaching even before her return to the 
infirmary had cut him short. 

Then she heard a groan escape from the young boy's lips and felt his hips 
sag back down into the softness of the mattress. And the groan was followed 
by a sigh that caused her to open her eyes to look up at his face. Mary 
could hardly face the sight that greeted her. 

She had expected an expression of unbridled lust and passion. Instead, 
Michael looked as if he were about to cry. She couldn't understand it. She 
couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. Though she had never actually 
done this for anyone before, she had on occasion caressed her fiance's 
penis. And it seemed only logical that what had excited him would excite 
this innocent youth all the more. 

"Michael? What's wrong?" 

The boy shook his head forlornly. At last Mary ceased the motions of her 
hand and let it lie motionless on the hotly throbbing shaft of his penis. 
Desperately, she gazed up at his face. 

"It's no good," said Michael. 

"But why?" 

"It's not your fault, Dr. Ward," he said sadly. "I just can't help it. I 
still feel bad, and it embarrasses me for you to see me like this." 

"But Michael...." 

"And I'm going to shoot off in a minute. I can't help myself, and I don't 
want you to see that." 

"But Michael. That's why I'm doing this, I want you to ... shoot off. I do. 

Honestly." 

"I can't do it, Dr. Ward. It's so ... messy." Michael could hardly bring 
himself to make his next statement. Jesus, what Dr. Ward had been doing for 
him had felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his life. She 
seemed to know just how to do it. And the way he felt right now he wouldn't 
have hesitated in the least to cum right here in plain sight. But he knew 
that he would be taking the easy way out. Jimmy Wilson's plan had worked 
perfectly so far, and he could see Dr. Ward was really getting excited from 
jacking him off. And he had to try to make her go all the way. "No, Dr. 
Ward," he said finally in a quavering voice. "You'd better stop." 

"No, Michael," Mary pleaded. "Come on. Let yourself cum in my hand. I don't 
mind." 

The conniving teenager flinched as Dr. Ward resumed the up and down stroking 
of her hand along the now wildly tingling shaft of his penis. "No, Dr. Ward. 
Please. Please stop." 

Again Mary slackened the movement of her hand, looking at the cute and 
troubled boy in desperation. Then she almost collapsed at his next shocking 
statement. 

"But maybe ... maybe if you would lay on top of me or something and make me 
do it that way?" 

"Michael!" Mary said sharply. "You're just trying to trick me!" It was all a 
trick! 

Belatedly she drew her hand away. 

Then she could hardly believe it when Michael reached up and began to rub 
his eyes. When he took his hand away from his face again his beautiful blue 
eyes were watering. Tears! He was crying! And it must have been that which 
prompted the next even more lascivious and devastating thought that entered 
her mind. Later, Mary would not even know where the idea had come from. It 
was a concept completely alien to her, and she would never have dreamed that 
she would have done that for any man. Yet the idea came to her, and once it 
was embedded in her mind she couldn't escape from it. For as degrading as it 
was, from Michael's viewpoint it was perfect. He would get the satisfaction 
he wanted without the embarrassment inherent in allowing her to make him 
cum, cum with her hand. It would redeem his wounded ego as nothing else 
possibly could have. And it would be her opportunity to make up for the 
wrong she had done him the other day, to sacrifice herself without hope of 
reward solely for his sexual pleasure. 

"Please, Dr. Ward. I'm sorry." 

Mary closed her eyes. "No, Michael, it's all right. I'm going to do 
something else for you. Just try to understand, try not to think I'm a ... 
whore. I've never done anything like this for any man. But I want to do it 
for you." 

Mary felt a lewd little quiver of masochistic excitement flow through her 
own body as she once again entwined her fingers around the rigid flesh of 
his cock, bending it backward until it pointed straight up into the air. A 
little drop of seminal fluid glistened on the tiny plum-colored glans at the 
tip, beckoning her; and she knew, insane as the act she'd conceived might 
be, that she wasn't going to back out. She was going to do it. She was going 
to do it for dear little Michael. She would deal with her own shame later. 

Michael groaned, staring down in wide-eyed shock as Dr. Ward shifted about 
on the little bed and bent slowly over his loins. He thought his eyes must 
be deceiving him. Jimmy Wilson assured him that if he came here and did what 
he'd done today and played it just right he might be able to fuck the 
beautiful school doctor. That idea had seemed beyond the realm of 
possibility to him, but this was more exciting, even more difficult to 
believe. It was like a dream, a wet dream from which he would suddenly 
awaken, writhing and groaning in frustration. But it wasn't a dream. It was 
really going to happen. 

The lady doctor was going to suck him off. 

Slowly Mary flicked her tongue out of her mouth, moistening her already 
glistening lips. Then, her own secret desire surging almost as wildly as she 
knew Michael's must be, she leaned her face over the young boy's body, 
bending the hard-swollen shaft of his eagerly throbbing cock further 
backwards until it was pointed straight up at her face. Inches from it, she 
paused again and ever so slowly opened her mouth to breathe gently and hotly 
over the rounded little cock-head. 

"Oooohhhh," Michael moaned, his hips jerking suddenly in his wildly building 
anticipation at the hot breath tickling his cock and the realization of what 
the school doctor was about to do to him. 

Gingerly Mary flicked her tongue again from her lips, the saliva wetted tip 
coming into suddenly shocking contact with the throbbing tip of the writhing 
teenager's cock. She circled her tongue slowly about the smooth rubbery 
flesh, hearing his excited moan and feeling his hips twitch even more 
urgently in response to the wantonly titillating sensation. The tip of her 
tongue sought out the tiny opening of the glans, and darted out to flick up 
the little seminal droplet. The sharp masculine taste only served to 
stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hands slipped slowly to the 
base of the pulsing cock-shaft, as she continued to lick teasingly at the 
tip and gradually move her head lower to take it hungrily up into the moist 
warmth of her mouth. 

Michael's whole body quivered. He couldn't even believe the lewdly arousing 
sensation as Dr. Ward closed her full wet lips around the tingling head of 
his erected cock. Then, with an even deeper groan, Michael shoved his hips 
suddenly upward, while his hands grasped the school doctor's long blonde 
hair to hold her face against his penis as he rammed the whole length of his 
impatiently throbbing cock shaft straight up into the yielding warmth of her 
mouth. 

Mary gave out a muffled moan at the young boy's sudden display of 
aggression. His slender penis almost choked her, but she derived a lewd 
excitement from his show of confidence, and surrendered her lips willingly 
as she felt the wildly palpitating cock-flesh slide smoothly down the length 
of her tongue and penetrate almost to the back of her throat. An unknown 
source of masochistic pleasure inspiring her, she purred softly around the 
throbbing hardness and began to suck in earnest. 

Michael's buttocks quivered on the soft mattress as he felt Dr. Ward close 
her soft warm lips tightly around his sensitive cock and begin to move her 
head up and down in a lascivious bobbing motion. It was beginning to look as 
though he wasn't going to succeed in having sexual intercourse with her at 
all, but he was hardly disappointed. It was a failing of an ironic sort, for 
though he would still be technically a virgin, he would have at least the 
secret satisfaction of knowing that he had done what no other boy in school 
had even dreamed of. He would have fucked the school doctor in her mouth, 
and Michael knew that was a once in a lifetime experience. 

As the excited teenager began to brush eagerly up from the bed, Mary 
surrendered her lips and mouth even more willingly to the satiation of his 
obscene lust. Again and again the lewdly pulsing hardness of his cock fucked 
smoothly up into her warmly yielding mouth, the blood-swollen head plunging 
wetly down the full length of her tongue to embed itself all the way to the 
back of her throat. Michael ground his pelvis harder and harder up against 
the beautiful woman's face, as though he had completely forgotten that she 
was the school doctor. He was fucking her mouth like a small, hairless cunt, 
holding her face tightly against him even as she gasped and strained to 
catch her breath around the plunging rod of virile young cock flesh that 
filled her mouth. 

But now she didn't begrudge him even that. She knew that she had shamed and 
embarrassed him the way no boy of his age deserved, when she had caught him 
fucking that young girl in the bushes, and she was grateful for the 
opportunity to make it up to him, however degrading the act she was 
submitting to might be. And in spite of all her own shame and humiliation at 
the obscene fucking he was giving her in her mouth, she was beginning to 
respond with a masochistic fervor she would never have expected of herself. 
Gradually, she was starting to shed her inhibitions, concentrating all her 
efforts on her wantonly submissive sucking of the boy's delicious young 
cock. She bobbed her head up and down, swishing her tongue wildly around the 
surging shaft of flesh, and flicking it gingerly right down into the silken 
curls of pubic hair protruding from the fly of Michael's trousers. She was 
making mewling little gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding her soft 
warm mouth up totally for his pleasure, sucking ravenously with lips that 
had been tightly stretched by the violating hardness that surged 
relentlessly in and out of her mouth. And she was determined to keep it up 
to the end, until Michael got the wildly cumming satisfaction his lust 
demanded. Until all of his self-confidence was restored. 

As she intensified her lewd sucking, Mary's own body began to undulate and 
sway urgently on the bed. Her skin was tingling and goose bumped beneath the 
material of her white doctor's coat, crying out to be touched, and she could 
feel her own forbidden desire building to a pitch she had never known in her 
life. She knew Michael was growing more aroused by the second, his passion 
manifest in the more urgent violent upward thrust of his hips and the deeper 
and more urgent groans issuing from his throat. She knew the cum was 
beginning to well up in his testicles in anticipation of his mad dash to 
ejaculate, and as shocking as the whole idea was, she began to hunger for 
it. She wanted him to shoot off. She wanted him to cum in her mouth and let 
her swallow it all the way down to her now feverishly hungering belly! 

Michael opened his eyes, staring in wide-eyed disbelief as the school doctor 
really began to suck him in earnest. She was almost as excited as he was, 
and instinct told him this was going to be his big chance. He had to exploit 
her unnatural passion to its fullest extent, and if he played it just right, 
he still might be able to fuck her in the cunt sooner or later. 

Then, rallying his own courage, Michael reached suddenly downward to seize 
the hem of the school doctor's skirt and work it quickly up to the satiny 
flesh of her well-formed thighs. Without ever taking her lips from the 
burning head of Michael's cock, Mary shifted and turned her head to gaze up 
in surprise at his even more blatantly aggressive action. Michael hesitated 
a moment, then, seeing no actual protest in Dr. Ward's expression, he pulled 
the skirt up further to her waist, above the bikini panties that 
translucently revealed the tightly rounded half-moons of her buttocks and 
the soft, blondely curling hair of her pussy. 

Mary almost cried out loud in her excitement as Michael ran his hand down 
inside the elastic waistband of her panties from behind, his fingers 
trailing teasingly along the smoothly curved crevice of her ass-cheeks to 
make wanton contact with the already hotly moistened slit of her cunt. Then, 
a shiver running through her whole body, she dropped her lips even more 
hungrily down about the rigidly jerking cock-shaft, her tongue swiping 
smoothly over the bulbous tip; further moans of submission issued deep from 
her throat as Michael's fingers moved up along her hair-lined pussy slit. 

Her buttocks jerked even more wildly at the first shattering contact of his 
hand on the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris, and then another 
shiver darted through her voluptuous body as his fingers stroked back down 
the length of her trembling cunt-slit to brush lightly up over the tiny 
puckered hole of her anus. For a moment she could hardly even concentrate on 
her sucking of his hotly throbbing young cock; then, as she felt it begin to 
twitch even more rigidly, she resumed the frantic bobbing of her head above 
his wildly undulating pelvis with even greater fervor, her teeth scratching 
lightly up and down the sensitive skin of his cock, her tongue still swiping 
and curling madly over the palpitating head as she masochistically 
anticipated the ejaculation that was now imminent. 

Michael knew that he couldn't hold out much longer, and he tried to 
concentrate his full attention to Dr. Ward's near-naked buttocks and the 
softly moistened flesh of her pussy. He worked his hand back from her smooth 
little anus to her parted cuntal lips from behind, and then wormed his 
outstretched middle finger slowly up into her wetly heated vaginal opening. 

Michael had never even touched a woman's pussy before, with the exception of 
a moment of brief contact with Tracy Jones' tight little cunt the other day. 
The warm cavern of inner vaginal flesh felt even better and even more 
inviting than he could have imagined. And the thrill of this discovery 
combined with the lewdly tantalizing sensation of having her sucking his 
cock as hard as she could was more than Michael could stand. 

Suddenly his body stiffened, and he groaned deeply from the delicious 
tickling sensation that ran up and down his excitedly twitching rod of flesh 
as the sperm began suddenly to well up in his balls and surge toward the 
burgeoning head of his cock. 

"Uh-oh, Dr. Ward," Michael gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the 
mattress as he tried to regain his control. He could feel the cum welling up 
in his balls and he knew there wasn't going to be a way in the world for him 
to keep from shooting off. He was going to cum whether he was ready or not, 
and if Dr. Ward didn't get out of the way he was going to do it right up in 
her beautifully slaving face. 

Mary sensed the sudden increase of tension in the young boy's body. She knew 
he was going to ejaculate any minute, and she began to hunch and jerk her 
own near-naked buttocks even more frantically, squirming the softness of her 
pussy back and forth on his slender finger that still fingerfucked deep up 
inside her hotly welling cunt, straining in sheer desperation to gush out 
her own orgiastic juices simultaneously with the handsome young youth. 

Michael groaned again, and she felt him try to jerk his penis free from her 
hungrily devouring lips. But now she was determined. If he was going to cum, 
he was going to have to cum this way. She wanted it, though she couldn't 
even have explained why. She longed, desperately, for that lewd and final 
masochistic surrender of letting him shoot out his creamy white cum in her 
waiting mouth. 

For a moment longer, Michael lay trembling on the bed. Then, with a sudden 
lunge, he fucked the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock its full length back 
into Dr. Ward's hungrily sucking mouth, feeling the tip of it ram hard 
against the back of her throat as the warm surging semen began its mad rush 
up from his balls. At the same time he began a rapid finger fucking rhythm 
out of her heatedly quivering cunt, his thumb stroking wildly over the 
pulsing rigid bud of her clitoris as he heard another muffled groan rise in 
her throat. 

An instant later Mary felt the first gush of warm, fresh-tasting sperm come 
spewing out into her slavishly working mouth. She gulped, her Adam's apple 
bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed desperately to keep from choking. 
Almost at the same moment, the distant waves of rapture began deep up inside 
her own finger-filled cuntal walls. All her mental resistance had been 
shattered by her submissive surrender to her warped and obscene lust. Her 
body was begging for release, and now there was nothing to hold her back. 

The fourteen year old boy had no practical experience to draw on, but it 
didn't take an expert to tell that Dr. Ward was excited. Sensing 
instinctively what was happening, he began to fuck his finger even harder up 
into her moistly quivering cunt as the shocking waves of orgasm flowed 
uncontrolled through her body. His own buttocks jerked and lunged in savage 
rhythm, and he shoved his cock harder ad harder between her wetly rounded 
lips, building to a crescendo of motion as he squirted gush after gush of 
his virile young sperm into her greedily absorbing mouth. 

Mary swallowed ceaselessly, her own ecstasy only intensifying her own 
ravenous need to submit. Then, at last, exhausted, she let the deflating 
cock of the moaning boy slip slipperily from her mouth. She closed her eyes, 
little spasms of ecstasy continuing to course through her own flesh as he 
withdrew his hand from beneath her wetly flooded panties, and dropped back 
wearily onto the pillows at the end of the bed. 

Michael would never have believed it! Jimmy Wilson had had the right idea! 
Dr. Ward had a red hot cunt, and he had used her like she had never been 
used before. This was only the beginning. He planned to make up for all the 
time he had wasted being a shy virgin. He knew that if he used his head he 
could get the school doctor to do much, much more. Dr. Ward was responsible 
for him losing his chance to fuck a girl the other day, and she was going to 
be responsible for him finally getting what he had coming to him ... a 
beautiful fuck with that hot pussy of hers! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

For Michael, the class day dragged slowly to its conclusion. He was 
suffering even more ridicule because of what had happened to him and Stacy 
Jones than he could have imagined. Michael had always been considered 
somewhat of an oddball anyway. He was small in stature, and his inability to 
defend himself physically made him easy prey for the bigger, rougher boys. 
Fortunately his friend Jimmy Wilson was one of the toughest boys in the 
school, but now even that didn't help him much. 

His physical education class, the last period of the day, had been the worst 
for Michael. It was during phys ed that the other boys were able to speak 
freely, while they were changing in the boys' locker room, and he had taken 
the worst brunt of their teasing. He didn't know why they should find it so 
humorous that he missed out on his first piece of ass because of the 
school's lady doctor, but he thought it was probably a distorted kind of 
jealousy. They never would have admitted it, but they probably envied the 
way the doctor seemed to have a maternal love for the boy, something that 
they themselves missed at the isolated boarding school. 

"Michael," Peter Friedman had said, "when's Dr. Ward gonna let you move in 
and be her baby boy?" 

"Michael's the doctor's favorite patient," another boy chimed in. "She even 
follows him into the bushes!" 

Michael changed out of his gym shorts and into his street clothes as quickly 
as he could. Finally, as he headed out of the locker room, he said out loud, 
"Screw all of you," and stormed out into the hall. 

Jimmy Wilson caught up with him and began walking with him. "Don't worry 
about those creeps, Mikey," he said consolingly. "Wait until they find out 
that Dr. Ward sucked your cock yesterday. It won't be too long until you can 
tell everybody." 

"I wish I could tell them now. They treat me like I'm a virgin punk even 
when I'm not one. I may not have had a real piece of ass, but I've cum in a 
real woman's mouth." 

"That's right," said Jimmy, pushing open the door at the end of the hall. 
And if you can keep your mouth shut for a while you're gonna get a hell of a 
lot more than that. Just make sure there's a wide enough crack in the shade 
for me to watch and work the tape recorder." 

The two boys descended the steps onto the sunlit campus lawn. "OK, Mikey, 
I'm gonna go pick up Joey's mini-recorder. I'll be waiting outside the 
ward." 

Michael was still lost in his hateful thoughts. "I'm gonna made her pay for 
everything every one of these assholes says to me between now and the time 
we let the whole school hear the tapes." 

"She's not gonna change her mind," said Jimmy firmly. He was already 
trotting off across the lawn toward the dormitory. 

Michael was more determined than ever to carry out his scheme to its most 
outrageous conclusion. He reminded himself that it was Dr. Ward herself who 
was responsible for the whole thing happening, she and she alone. 

* * * 

Mary Ward sat in her private quarters near the administration building, 
awaiting the unavoidable arrival of Michael with a mingling anticipation and 
dread. She could still hardly believe that she had sucked his beautiful 
young cock and then drank his delightful young cum, or that stranger yet she 
had actually agreed afterward to meet him today, made a date to let the 
studious young boy fuck her! 

What she'd already done had been bad enough, but at least she'd done it out 
of unselfish motivations, to compensate Michael for his lost pride and his 
disappointment stemming from her intervention in his lustful scene with 
Tracy Jones. Yesterday, after she'd finished sucking off Michael, and lay 
basking in her state of post-orgasmic bliss, he had reminded her that it was 
because of her intercession when she'd found him and Tracy under the grape 
arbor that he was technically still a virgin. And, in that state, Mary had 
been willing to agree to help him change all that. 

Now she realized she had made a mistake. If she went ahead and let the young 
boy fuck her, she would have no excuse, no justification. It would be a lewd 
and wanton act committed for the satisfaction of her own unnatural craving. 

Yet, inexcusable as it might be, she longed to do it. Yesterday's episode 
had only whetted her appetite. Now she wanted more and more of the forbidden 
bliss she knew the young boy had to offer. But, if she didn't stop this 
sordid affair now, before the depraved relationship possessed her very soul, 
she was risking everything in life, her years of medical training, her 
position of resident Doctor here at the Lexingville Boarding School. 

She stiffened as she heard Michael's unmistakable knock at the door of her 
private Quarters. It took her a moment to catch her breath. 

"Yes," Mary finally said in a tremulous voice. "Come in." 

"Hello, Dr. Ward," Michael said, smiling bashfully as he closed the door 
quietly behind him. 

The blonde doctor felt her heart pounding and her lips quivering as she 
spoke. "Hello, Michael. How are you?" The teenage boy looked at the school 
doctor shrewdly. From the expression on her face he sensed that his worst 
suspicions had been well founded. She was having second thoughts about going 
through with what she had agreed to yesterday, and he knew he had to take 
the initiative immediately. 

"Actually, Dr. Ward, I've had a terrible day," the boy said, gazing sadly 
down at the floor." 

"What's ... the matter?" Mary asked with genuine concern. 

"It's nothing really. The guys are just kidding me a lot about what happened 
the other day with Tracy Jones. Being a virgin is one of the most degrading 
things that can happen to a teenager these days." 

"They've been kidding you?" Mary asked, rising from her desk and walking 
around toward the nervous youngster. "You haven't told them what happened 
yesterday?" 

"No, ma'am" Michael said hastily. "After what you did for me yesterday, I'll 
never tell! It's enough for me to know that I'm not what they say I am. I 
can take all their ridicule because in my heart I know the truth. When I 
think about your kindness to me, I feel secure in myself." 

Mary felt a sinking in her breast as she heard that noble remark from the 
fourteen year old boy. During the last couple of hours she had almost 
decided that perhaps, as much as she would hate to deny herself this final 
pleasure that she had anticipated, she might be able to dissuade Michael 
from the lascivious plans he'd contrived yesterday. But now she knew she 
couldn't say no to him. 

Even beyond the moral consideration, the fact that she felt obliged to keep 
her word when she gave it, Mary had to keep in mind the possibility that if 
she did betray the innocent young boy he might feel justified in divulging 
the lewd truth about the fact that she had sucked his cock and let him cum 
in her mouth yesterday. And that would not only be the end of her career 
here as school doctor for the Lexingville Boarding School, but her entire 
medical career would be thrown down the drain. 

Yet, oddly, the sinking sensation was followed by a feeling almost of 
relief. Mary found a strange security in the fact that she really had no 
choice. She would have to allow him to fuck her now, even if she didn't want 
to. But she did want to, desperately, and to an unnatural degree. Even so, 
she realized that it was imperative that she make one thing perfectly clear. 
And that was that this could only happen once. When it was finished, both of 
them had to pretend as though it had never occurred. Michael would have to 
go his own way, and start developing a relationship with one of the girls at 
the school of his own age, no matter how badly Mary would hate to see that. 

The beautiful blonde doctor took a deep breath, her tongue flicking out of 
her mouth to moisten her sensuously quivering lips as she spoke. "All right, 
Michael. But one thing is very important for you to understand. After today, 
we won't be able to go on meeting like this. And we will have to pretend 
that all these things never happened. Do you understand?" 

Michael hesitated. He was beginning to believe he had tapped a hidden source 
of genius within himself. The whole despicable plan was working out even 
more easily than he'd expected, and he knew that the extent of his triumph 
tomorrow, when he would play Dr. Ward the tape that Jimmy Wilson would be 
taking today, would be even greater if he agreed insincerely to what she was 
asking of him now. 

"Yes, ma'am. It almost breaks my heart to think of that. But I know you're 
right." 

Mary felt a flooding emotion rise to her breast, a lump filled her throat at 
those tender and loving words from this cute young boy. 

"It will be hard for me, too, Michael. But that's the way it's going to have 
to be." 

Then, overcome by the poignancy of her feelings, the attractive blonde 
doctor stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around the young boy, 
pulling his face warmly to her fully rounded breasts, breathing softly into 
his ear and nuzzling her chin in his hair as she held him tightly against 
her love-starved body. Then, as the boy's eager hands dropped to the rounded 
ripeness of her buttocks to pull her body even closer to him, the curvaceous 
doctor felt the short prod of the young student's already erected cock 
straining against his Levi's, brushing shockingly right up against her 
sensitive inner thighs. A surging emotion that could only be called lust 
swept over her entire body. 

For a few moments longer, the school doctor and the fourteen year old boy 
remained locked in their passionate embrace. Then Mary disengaged herself 
from Michael, took him by the hand, and led him quickly down the hall to her 
bedroom. Then stepped inside, just as Michael hesitated. 

"The front door, Dr. Ward, don't you think we should lock it?" 

"Oh thank you for thinking of that, Michael," said the somewhat nervous 
young doctor. "Wait here. I'll be right back." She was glad Michael had 
thought of that. 

Michael watched the seductively alluring doctor go back into the living 
room, then he hurried across the room to the window on the wall opposite the 
beds, and lifted the shade a few inches. Through the window he could see his 
friend, Jimmy Wilson, perched on top of a stepladder he had leaned against 
the rear wall of the infirmary. Jimmy smiled and winked at him, holding up 
the small cassette tape recorder for Michael to see, then motioned for 
Michael to get back across the room, so as not to attract any attention to 
the window. 

A moment later the school doctor returned. 

Mary paused inside the door, gazing through sultry eyes at the handsome 
young boy who waited beside the bed. After a moment's hesitation, she pulled 
the door shut behind her, took two steps forward, and slowly began to 
unbutton her white lab coat down the front. 

From beside the bed, Michael watched intently as Dr. Ward tantalizingly 
parted the material of her doctor's lab coat to reveal the lushly ripened 
mounds of her breasts, which were molded tightly by the brassiere she wore. 
He could tell from the look on her face that she was really hot, and he knew 
nothing could stop him now. Today he was really going to get to fuck her. 
And this would be only the beginning. 

May loosened the buttons of her lab coat all the way to the bottom, then 
reached up to slowly push the garment all the way off her shoulders. It fell 
to the floor and she was standing only in her white doctor's skirt and her 
brassiere, a teasing smile playing across her lips. 

"You too, Michael. You have to get undressed too." 

In spite of everything he'd gone through the last several days, Michael felt 
he must be blushing as he began to fumble with the buttons of his own shirt. 
Getting undressed in front of Tracy Jones had been bad enough, but doing it 
in front of this voluptuous older woman required every bit of daring he 
could muster. But as Dr. Ward loosened the waistband of her skirt and let it 
fall over her rounded hips and drop about her feet to the floor, leaving her 
clad in nothing but the scant, tight-fitting brassiere and her almost 
transparent panties, Michael forgot his own hesitance. 

He quickly shimmied out of his shirt, watching almost feverishly as Dr. Ward 
reached slowly up behind her back, and deftly flicked loose the snap of her 
brassiere. Then, with another shrug of her shoulders, she let the straps 
fall down her arms, so that the brassiere slipped gently away to the floor, 
completely revealing her melon-like breasts, thrust up full and proud 
without the need for artificial support, the nipples swelling instantly from 
their contact with the air. Now nothing remained to conceal her sensually 
inviting body from the young boy's eyes but the thin little bikini panties 
that barely protected the forbidden sight of her blondly curling pussy hair. 

As Michael started to fumble with the buckle of his trousers, Mary's hands 
moved slowly down her body, her fingers slipping inside the tight elastic 
waistband of her low cut panties to brush softly into the silken strands of 
her cunt hair nestled so invitingly up there between her thighs. The nearly 
naked woman gasped softly as Michael pulled his trousers and jockey shorts 
down in one quick motion, and his youthfully throbbing penis lunged suddenly 
upward in shocking exposure, the blood-engorged head visibly palpitation. At 
that sight, the crimson flush on the boy's cheeks grew even more vivid, and 
for a moment he stared in embarrassment down at the floor. Then he lifted 
his eyes slowly and stepped alongside the bed toward the voluptuously naked 
older woman. 

Outside the window, Jimmy Wilson was almost falling off his perch at the top 
of the step ladder. He was trying to turn up the volume. He had got some 
perfect sentences when she asked Michael to undress, clearly identifying 
her. It was going to be a very exciting tape indeed. 

Mary closed her eyes as Michael stepped eagerly up to her erotically 
trembling body. She felt his breath blow hotly over the already ripely 
swollen buds of her nipples, and a shiver of anticipation when through her 
entire body as he reached down to seize the waistband of her panties, and 
drew them slowly down the curving flare of her ass-cheeks just far enough to 
expose the hair-covered mound up between her smooth firm thighs. Another 
little shiver of anticipation and longing flowed through Mary's body as the 
cute young boy leaned closer, pressing his smooth face warmly into the wide 
deep valley between her voluptuously formed breasts, his lips coming into 
soft teasing contact with her sensitive flesh. He eased her panties half way 
down the shadowy crevice between her ripened ass-cheeks, then slipped his 
hands inside to knead the soft vibrant flesh of her buttocks. Then the 
suddenly knowledgeable student pulled her voluptuous body to his so that the 
exposed erection of his penis prodded hard up against the "vee" of her 
pelvis, prompting a little whimper of wanton delight to issue from deep in 
her throat. 

"Yes, Michael," Mary purred almost deliriously as she felt the young boy's 
fingers move up between her sensitive ass-cheeks from behind, his tongue 
flicking out at the same time to moistly caress one of her hard-swollen 
little nipples. Then her whole helplessly aroused body jerked in a spasm of 
pleasure as his hand dropped lower between the softness of her thighs from 
behind to come into a deliciously searing contact with the little hair-lined 
slit of her already hotly moistened pussy. 

Mary almost passed out from the erotic sensation as she felt Michael's 
fingers carefully part the hotly throbbing lips of her cunt and flick 
teasingly up into her sensitive inner vaginal flesh. She moaned aloud, her 
hands moving forcibly over the youngster's frail back to hug him more 
tightly to her, a his finger began to probe in cautious exploratory strokes 
up into the tight orifice of her yielding vaginal flesh. she swayed, her 
legs going weak, so that the teenage boy almost had to support her with his 
own strength for a moment. 

The aroused blonde doctor knew she could no longer stand up. She had to lie 
down on the bed, Michael on top of her. She had to have that hard little 
penis she could feel throbbing so teasingly up between her quivering thighs 
inside her. She had to be fucked. 

Almost desperately, Mary pulled away from the young boy's eager embrace. 
"Come on, Michael," she said in a hoarse voice. "Let's get into bed." 

Anxiously, Mary moved to the bed, seizing the naked youth's hand to pull him 
urgently along behind her. But Michael hardly had to be forced. He was so 
excited he could hardly stand it. Jesus, it was finally going to happen, he 
was going to fuck a cunt-not some kid's, but a beautiful older woman's with 
the body of a movie actress. He didn't want to wait another minute until he 
fucked his cock up inside Dr. ward's soft warm pussy. Then, after all these 
months of waiting, and no matter whatever else happened, he would finally be 
able to say that he was no longer a virgin. 

Her whole body trembling with a shameless desire that flooded through every 
inch of her love-starved flesh, Mary dropped down onto her back on the bed 
and parted her long lithe legs in a spread-eagled position as Michael 
prepared to climb up beside her. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in 
slow strained gasps as she waited. The panting fourteen year old boy gazed 
down at her in obscene triumph, then paused for a moment to glance back 
toward the window just in time to-see that Jimmy was holding the microphone 
to the window. He waited until he was it clearly before he climbed up onto 
the bed. Then he felt Dr. Ward's hands eagerly seize his shoulders, and 
heard the deep groan of lust that issued from her throat as she pulled him 
down on top of her so that his lower torso was between her widespread 
thighs. 

"Oh, yes!" Mary purred in his ear. "Yes, Michael! Yes, Michael! Fuck me. 
Fuck me just this one time." 

Michael experienced a brief moment of painful remembrance as he held himself 
poised above the school doctor's sensually naked body, his desire-hardened 
penis prodding hotly up between her thighs so that just the swollen tip 
touched the warmly moistened lips of her cunt. This was exactly where he was 
before, the time when Dr. Ward had caught him on the threshold of losing his 
virginity to Tracy Jones, and had stopped him right at the moment of truth. 
And now this vulnerable older woman was going to make up for all that. But 
one problem still lingered. 

Michael wasn't quite sure what to do! Then that problem solved itself as Dr. 
Ward dropped one of her hands to Michael's tightly clenching buttocks, 
inserting her finger teasingly up between his ass-cheeks, and shoved down 
against his sensitive little anal hole. Groaning in surprise, Michael jerked 
his loins forward in retreat from the disquieting sensation, shoving his 
rigid cock forcibly right up between the warmly enfolding lips of Dr. Ward's 
pussy. 

An instant later it had happened. He felt a fain resistance as his smooth 
young cock-head shoved against the tightness of the school doctor's wetly 
heated cunt. He felt her body stiffen and tremble beneath him, and heard the 
low groan of pleasure that poured from her lips. Then, with a lewd sucking 
noise, just the head of his cock slipped inside, and as Dr. Ward stroked 
down more lightly on Michael's tight little anus, he shoved forward again, 
and the full length of his virile young cock burrowed relentlessly up into 
the hot clasping softness of her hotly waiting vagina. 

"Oh, Michael, your beautiful penis," Mary moaned, her buttocks jerking in a 
frenzied spasm to the invasion of her lust-tortured loins. She sank her hips 
downward into the mattress in retreat, then her body quivered even more 
wildly, and she lunged her hips up again, spreading her thighs even wider 
apart as she felt Michael's palpitating little rod of cockflesh slipping up 
into her pulsating cuntal opening, gradually worming all the way up into the 
soft warm walls, deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered and 
could feel his balls slapping lightly down into the sensitive crack of her 
own ass-cheeks. 

Above her, Michael tensed, squirming his buttocks further downward, until, 
at last, his wildly excited penis was embedded to the hilt in Dr. Ward's 
warm wet vagina, and he could feel her tensed pelvis pressed tightly against 
his own pubic mound. Then, sensitive cock was almost more than the fourteen 
year old could stand, and he could have cum almost at that very instant. But 
he knew he would have to last longer than that. Even though Dr. Ward was 
going to completely at his mercy after she heard the tape recordings Jimmy 
Wilson was taking now, he wanted to enjoy her submission to the rigid 
adolescent cock-flesh he was pumping so deeply into her. And, besides that, 
he had to last long enough to give Jimmy time to get the incriminating words 
recorded that their daring plan demanded. 

"Ooooooh, yes, darling. Yes, you're doing just fine with your beautiful 
little cock in my cunt!" Mary soothed as she felt the young boy stiffen for 
a minute about her, completely ceasing his strokes. As Michael shuddered, 
trying to regain control over his madly surging lust, Mary stroked softly up 
and down his back; then she moved her hands back to his naked buttocks to 
guide him as he began again to fuck in and out between her thighs, thrusting 
the inflamed hardness of his cock in smoother and more rhythmic strokes far 
up into her yielding little cuntal mouth, prompting involuntary contractions 
of her tight vaginal flesh around his throbbing shaft, as more and more of 
Mary's body began to respond to the lascivious impalement of Michael's young 
penis. 

As Jimmy continued to record every lewd word and sound of fucking, the 
school doctor whimpered through bared teeth, hugging Michael tightly to her 
soft warm nakedness, tossing her voluptuous body more and more frenziedly 
with wild undulating movement of her buttocks that almost lifted the 
youngster off her bed. 

Little mewls of rapturous pleasure poured from Dr. Ward's lips as Michael's 
hands began to eagerly explore all the secret hollows and indentations of 
her body. He could feel the urgent quivering of her inner pussy walls around 
the swollen head of his penis, and he almost wept at the wonderful feel of 
her wetly clasping cuntal softness. He flexed his cock deep up inside her 
and shoved harder and harder up into her ecstatically rippling belly. He was 
barely hanging on, but he knew his restraint would have its reward. Dr. 
Ward's moans and whimpers of passion were growing more deliriously by the 
second. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes wide open and shining brightly with 
a fiery lust. Her head flailed on the pillow, tossing her long blonde hair 
from side to side, while her naked buttocks jerked in an undulating rolling 
motion that varied in angle and intensified the friction on Michael's 
impaling rod of flesh. 

The doctor's shamelessly aroused body was coming to life. She was caught in 
the spell of a wanton excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered 
relentlessly out through all her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and 
writhing more savagely in her response to the titillation of her 
all-consuming lust. And Michael was the young boy who prompted all of this. 

"Oh God, it's good, Michael! It's sooo gooood," Mary moaned into the 
youngster's ears, her hands moving forcibly up and down his back, her finger 
digging into his naked buttocks to guide his urgently racking lunges against 
her quivering body. Now, an almost incessant stream of moans and whimpers 
poured from her lips, and she arched her churning white ass-cheeks even 
higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath him. 

She was getting close now. It seemed that everything she had been going 
through the last several days was only a build-up to this one unbelievably 
exciting moment. Even the two wildly arousing climaxes she's achieved, one 
by the obscene act of fingering herself, and the other yesterday as Michael 
had finger-fucked her while she sucked his beautiful young cock, were only 
stepping stones to the even more shattering orgasm she knew was now 
imminent. The little quivers that coursed through her flesh were already 
coming more and more frequently. Reality and its shackles were falling away 
in the face of the relentless onslaught of lust and passion that engulfed 
her. 

Yet, still, the climax eluded her, and Mary knew that Michael was beginning 
to lose control. Her body cried out for more and more, and she thought she 
would die if the young boy came before she reached her own orgasm and left 
her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of passion. At last, in a sudden, 
desperate moment, Mary eagerly throbbing breast down the side of her 
thrashing body. She did this only half-consciously, but her unconscious mind 
seemed to know what she needed, and, with an even more violent lunge, she 
lifted her rounded buttocks completely up from the mattress and shoved 
Michael's hand beneath them. 

Then, as she sank her hips downward in retreat from the young boy's next 
wracking thrust, she felt one of his fingers prod right up between her 
nakedly clenching ass-cheeks to come into sudden titillating contact with 
her sensitively puckered anus. 

Michael stiffened in surprise as he felt Dr. Ward pull his hand down between 
her uplifted buttocks and then drop her squirming ass-cheeks right down on 
his finger. He felt the tight little hole of her anus give way, and, 
realizing instinctively what she wanted him to do now-crazy as the whole 
thing seemed-he shoved his finger upward gradually as she squirmed further 
down until it wormed to the first knuckle up into the warmly puckering 
little hole. 

Mary gasped from the sudden fiery stab of pain as the young boy worked his 
finger upward even harder. For an instant, it was stymied against the 
rubbery resistance of the little unlubricated hole, yet the sheer 
stimulation caused her cunt to flower open even wider and prompted renewed 
flowing of her feminine juices. And, as they trickled hotly down between her 
churning buttocks over the thin membrane of flesh the separated her two 
forbidden orifices, Michael was able to work his outstretched finger slowly 
up into her rectum up to the second knuckle while inflicting only a minimal 
amount of pain. And that pain was almost blanked from her mind by the 
conflicting and even greater sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. 

"Oh!" Mary cried. "Oh yes. Deeper, Michael. Put your finger in my ass. 
Deeper." 

Michael had no objection. He'd never even thought of the anus as an erotic 
zone, yet he couldn't help but remember how he'd felt when, moments ago, Dr. 
Ward had put her finger between his own buttocks and thrust down against his 
own anus to prompt his first entry into her wetly yielding cunt. It had 
hurt, but, at the same time, it had felt good, and, if she really wanted him 
to do that to her, he didn't mind. And, strangely enough, there was 
something about it that really turned him on. 

With a low groan, Michael thrust his finger deeper, worming it slowly to the 
last knuckle so that he could feel the pressure through the separating 
membrane of vaginal flesh intensifying the friction on his rigidly throbbing 
penis as he fucked harder and faster into the naked school doctor's tight 
little pussy. The lust-tortured older woman gave out a low hissing sound, 
her voluptuous body sagging down limply on the bed beneath him for a moment. 
Then, as Michael began to wiggle his finger far up inside the forbidden 
depths of her rectum, she started to toss and thrash her body as though 
she'd suddenly gone insane. 

The lewd and degrading violation of her anus was more than Mary could 
resist, she'd lain for a moment in the limbo of contrasting pain and 
pleasure as Michael ruthlessly forced his middle finger all the way to the 
last knuckle up into the tight little entrance of her anus; then she forgot 
the pain as the devastating trembles began deep up in her belly, and she 
resumed the wanton lunging of her own buttocks in time with the boy's own 
racking strokes. 

"Aaaaaagggghh, Michael ... darling ... I'm ... Oh God! I'm cumming!" 

An instant later, she felt the shattering waves begin in her loins, surging 
relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep everything else aside into complete 
oblivion, she threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the 
teenager's back to form a straight sheath with her vagina, while she felt 
his masterfully throbbing penis begin to twitch and throb even harder, and 
the first hot spurts of his sperm started to spew obscenely into the depths 
of her trembling pussy flesh. 

Mary's nakedly writhing body uncoiled wildly beneath the young boy as the 
waves of ecstasy continued, surging with a devastating impact that swept all 
other thought aside, engulfing her from the tips of her toes to the tingling 
nipples of her breasts, and, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation 
of the beautiful fucking body above her, his virile young cock skewering and 
spurting deeper and deeper into her hotly convulsing cunt. 

Michael felt a raw surge of energy course through his own body as the 
white-hot cum welled up in his wildly jerking penis and spewed into the 
school doctor's openly impaled vagina. He grunted and groaned, relishing his 
final triumph, his sure initiation into manhood, as he felt Dr. Ward 
surrender herself completely beneath him, giving everything she had to him 
without further inhibition, just as if he were a grown man! 

Then, at last, she sank in exhaustion beneath him, and slowly his own 
movements slackened off. He felt her hands drop from his body, and, as he 
gasped to catch his breath and spurted the last drop of semen into her 
pussy, he felt his embedded penis begin to deflate. With a groan, he sank 
down upon her sweat covered nakedness, slowly drawing his middle finger out 
of the tightly sucking sheath of her rectum, prompting a last hoarse little 
gasp from her throat and a final shuddering contorting of her naked 
buttocks. 

For a few minutes, the two of them lay in silence, their genitals still 
lewdly joined. Mary reached up and ran her hand lightly down Michael's back, 
then she opened her eyes and smiled. 

"That was good, Michael. That was so good." 

"Did you like it, Dr. Ward? Did I fuck you right?" he asked hopefully. 

"Yes, dear, it was beautiful!" Mary hesitated for a few more wonderful 
moments before she forced herself to begin saying what she knew she had to 
say and what she hated to say more than anything in the world. 

Outside, Jimmy Wilson was climbing down from the ladder he had leaned 
against the outer wall of the infirmary building. He waited for a moment 
longer before he pulled the cassette from the tape recorder. The boys were 
really going to get a thrill if they ever got a chance to hear this! But 
first, they were to be put to a more important purpose than merely playing 
them around. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It seemed that the bigger boys were really laying it on extra thick the next 
day. Michael was the butt of more teasing and ridicule than ever. None of 
them knew the secret that at this point only Michael and his closest friend 
Jimmy knew-that he had in his possession a tape recording that would provide 
him with the power to designate whom Dr. Ward screwed and whom she didn't 
screw any time in the near future. Those boys who gave him trouble now would 
definitely never get in on the action. But Michael felt nothing at all about 
their jibes now. In fact, he didn't even care to try to reply to their 
comments. Because he knew that his turn would come soon enough. One fine day 
very soon these boys would bear the recording of him fucking Dr. Ward and 
their minds would be blown completely! 

Jimmy Wilson and Michael had had a delighted few hours of laughter and 
scheming as they had listened to the tape Jimmy had taken of the school 
doctor and her "pet". During the discussion they had chosen the boys who 
were to accompany them to the private quarters of Dr. Ward tonight. For sure 
the boy who owned the recorder, Johnny Mitchell, deserved to go because he 
had supplied the means of getting the tape in the first place. And Michael 
had chosen one other boy, Willy Bates, because he was a very shy boy too and 
a frequent victim of the same type of teasing that Michael had to undergo. 

Michael took the tape and recorder, while his friend Jimmy went to the dorm 
to find the two boys they had chosen to join them in the evening's 
festivities. 

* * * 

Mary had worked alone today in the lab. Usually it was Michael's job to help 
her with her lab work, as part of a special study program at the school. But 
Dr. Ward had been relieved when he did not show up, and when she heard the 
doors of the infirmary open and close she hurried down the hall to see who 
it was, fearing it would be him. It was. 

She could detect immediately a changed look as he gazed quite plainly into 
her eyes. "Hello, Dr. Ward," he spoke first. 

She was glad to see that his confidence in himself had been restored. But 
there was something else in his eyes that made her realize she was going to 
have to impress upon him the fact that they couldn't see each other 'that 
way' any more. 

"Michael," she began, quickly composing her speech in her mind. "I was going 
to notify the principal that you had learned so much here in your work with 
me in the lab that there was really no more point in your coming here every 
day. I'm going to tell him to choose someone to replace you. I know you 
understand that this is no reflection on your work. But you remember what I 
told you about us not meeting here any more." 

"Well, don't do that, Dr. Ward," Michael replied confidently, smiling and 
looking directly at the blonde doctor. "If you do that, I won't have a good 
excuse to be here is anyone ever catches me." 

"But, Michael, that's what I mean. I don't want you to come here any more." 

"But I'm going to come to your place tonight, Dr. Ward." 

"I'm sorry, Michael, I don't want you to do that." 

The boy smiled to himself in complete confidence of triumph. He walked a 
little closer to the doctor and held out the tape recorder to her. Smiling 
mysteriously, he said, "I'm afraid this is one offer you can't refuse." He 
could no longer repress an out and out grin. "Please turn it on." 

Mary's hand trembled as she reached for the 'start' button. She felt an 
irrational fear as she heard it start, and there was no need for her to hear 
beyond the first sentence for her to know what Michael meant. As she heard 
all the lewd sounds and words, her mind raced over the events of the past 
few days. She was completely shattered. She was numb. She felt as if she 
were floating. She hardly heard Michael telling her, "We made an extra one 
for safekeeping." 

It took her quite a while for' the realization to dawn on her that this was 
really happening. After all she had felt for this brilliant fourteen year 
old boy, all that had happened between them, all the emotion she had built 
up around Michael, it had all been a dream, a fantasy. Because Michael had 
used her. He must have planned it from the beginning. All that had happened 
had been a big hoax. 

Mary contemplated the result of her actions. After all, she would surely be 
discovered now and total ruin would befall her. And yet she could not really 
blame Michael, or feel betrayed. He was a youngster and she had been an 
adult doing what she had done. She knew in an ironic way that she had it 
coming. 

In fact, all her life, she had denied her own sexuality, and that in itself 
was unnatural and wrong. Worse than that, she had attempted to deny Michael 
his sexuality, also. And then, in the grips of her own lewd desires, she had 
done the very acts with him that he was now throwing in her face, recorded 
forever on the obscene tapes taken by his friend through the infirmary 
window. And now, Michael was no longer going to be denied anything. 

"I'm bringing three of my friends over to your house tonight, Dr. Ward. 
Please be sure to be there. I know the school principal would be awfully mad 
if he were to find this tape on his desk tomorrow morning with a note of 
explanation." 

Dr. Ward said nothing as Michael slipped the envelope from her hands and 
turned to leave the infirmary. She felt a terrible sense of loss and hurt, 
realizing that she was going to be so ill used by the young boy of whom she 
had become so fond. But another part of her mind was experiencing a 
different response to Michael's obscene demand, a response which Mary found 
even more disturbing than the boy's betrayal. Even as tears began to fall 
from her eyes, an undercurrent of unnatural excitement began to stir in her 
loins at the thought that now she would have to yield to the temptation 
she'd almost overcome, whether she wanted to or not. And it would not be 
just Michael who fucked her. He had three young, tender, teenage friends, as 
eager for her flesh as Michael was, and they were going to fuck her too. 

* * * 

In her darkened bungalow, Mary waited hopelessly for the arrival of the 
group of adolescent boys. She kept the lights off because she was hoping 
against hope that they would think she was not home, although she knew that 
that would not be a solution to any of her troubles. She was hoping, too, 
that her neighbor, the old mathematics teacher at Lexingville, would not be 
tempted to come calling this evening as she sometimes did when she thought 
the young doctor was at home. The row of staff bungalows that the school 
provided adjacent to the school campus were comfortable and cozy, but there 
was no real privacy in living next door to the people one worked with every 
day. She knew that when the boys came over they might be seen coming into 
her house and that questions might be asked. And she knew, too, that Michael 
didn't really care whether they were discovered or not. It was obvious that 
he was not at all interested in protecting her from exposure; if he had 
already told some other students about their actions it would not be long 
before the whole school knew. 

Mary knew that as her passions were capable of flaring out of control any 
time, there was no real hope for her. In the end, no matter what price of 
ransom she paid with her body, inevitably what had already happened between 
her and Michael would be exposed. At least three boys already knew about 
what had happened, and certainly they would tell their friends, too. It was 
just a matter of time before Mary's disgrace would be made public and her 
career at the school and as a doctor would be ended. 

She passed the day deep in thought about what she should do. She knew that 
it would be easier for her if she did the smart thing, packing up her things 
and leaving the campus now, without any explanations to anyone. And yet 
something was keeping her from that action. Perhaps it was the way Michael 
had looked today when he delivered his ultimatum. She had never seen the 
once-innocent boy in this light, and she felt that it was really her fault 
that he had become like that. Deep down inside, she was hoping that, if she 
submitted herself to his demands, allowing herself to be fucked for his 
sake, even in front of his friends, that perhaps his heart would be touched. 
Perhaps he could feel it in his heart to forgive her for what she had caused 
him to feel. Maybe he would be relieved of his psychological need to punish 
her. 

And so she waited in the darkness for the four boys she knew were coming, 
ready to sacrifice herself to whatever Michael and his three friends wanted 
her to do. Perhaps the most ironical thing was that she had even dressed for 
the occasion. She had removed her doctor's lab coat and white clinical skirt 
and changed into a tight fitting t-shirt and short mini-skirt she would 
never have considered wearing around the school campus. For, in spite of 
everything, she found herself wanting to look attractive and sexy tonight. 
She was actually, though helplessly and perhaps unconsciously, encouraging 
the boys and their scheme. 

Mary didn't know how long she had been waiting. At one point she began to 
fear that they actually would not come at all. She was finally longing for 
their arrival, longing to get at the young virile cocks they possessed. When 
at last she heard the voices outside, her heart stood still and she was 
filled with such a sudden, hot burning up between her legs that she could 
barely stand up to go towards the door. But then, she steeled herself and 
walked toward it, knowing that for show's sake she would have to go along 
with their little charade, even though she wanted the boys to all fuck her, 
she would have to protest, out of dignity. 

She opened it before they even had a chance to knock, and her eyes were 
staring out of her head in almost naked desire. Timothy and three boys-she 
couldn't recognize them in the darkness of her house-stepped inside. 

For a moment there was silence save for the sound of Mary's own heavy 
breathing. She knew one of the boys, from his mature physique, had to be 
Michael's friend Jimmy Wilson. That was only logical. But the other two 
boys, shrinking back behind Michael and Jimmy, were not identifiable. 

"Come on, Dr. Ward, let's go in the bedroom," Michael said abruptly in a 
voice that hardly sounded like his own. "The cassette is in a safe place 
right now and as long as you cooperate it will remain there. Now, come on, 
let's get started." 

In the darkness, Mary could see Michael and the figures of the other three 
boys moving toward the door leading to her bedroom. She could feel her heart 
pounding in her breast, and there was a constricting tightness in her throat 
that made it difficult for her to speak. But speak she must, for she knew 
now that she could never submit to Michael's demands, the way he was acting, 
even if she did want the boys to fuck her. He was talking like a gangster, 
and, despite everything that had happened, she was still the school doctor. 
And, although she knew that in the long run her desire to be fucked by them 
would win out, she was determined now to put up some resistance to his 
terrible attitude. She wanted him to know that at least in some small part 
of her, she cared about him more than she cared about herself. 

"Wait, Michael," she finally managed. 

"Yes, ma'am," Michael said, unconsciously referring to her in a tone of 
respect. 

"I'm not going to go through with it. Not like this. You can play the tape 
for the whole school if you want to." 

Mary waited breathlessly, her heart fluttering. After a long pause, she 
heard Michael sigh. 

"All right boys, let's go. If that's the way you want it, Dr. Ward." 

Mary's heart leaped into her throat as she watched the shadowy figures of 
the four boys begin to move back toward the door. She realized that she 
still didn't know who two of them were. They knew her, and, obviously, knew 
all about what had happened between her and Michael, but she didn't know 
them. And she might never know. Worse yet, she felt herself about to say 
something to stop them from leaving. Suddenly a timid voice she recognized 
as that of little Willy Bates, a youngster who was timid the way Michael had 
been before she stepped so brutally into his life. 

"Please, Dr. Ward," he said softly. "We don't mean any harm." 

"Shut up," Michael said harshly. "It's all right, Willy," Mary said, almost 
too quickly. "Go ahead and say what you have to say." 

Mary saw the youngster in the shadows move back toward her. "Please, Dr. 
Ward, we won't tell anyone about this ... All I want...." 

Mary laughed softly and moved toward him. "Yes, Willy," she said, "I think I 
know what you want." Before anyone had a chance to say anything else, she 
snapped the light switch on and simultaneously bolted the front door closed. 
Suddenly she could see all four of the boys, including the fourth boy, 
Johnny Mitchell. She should have know that Johnny, the school electronic 
buff, probably supplied the recorder with which the incriminating tapes had 
been made. 

The four boys were staring at her in awe. This was probably the first time 
they had ever seen her outside of her doctor's lab coat and dull white 
skirt. She knew they were amazed by the shapeliness of her body, and she 
couldn't resist a smile of inner pride. 

"Wow, Dr. Ward," said Willy. 

She watched Michael's eyes drop slowly from her face to her fully arched 
breasts, clearly defined in the tight-fitting sweater she wore. Then his 
gaze moved lower down to the temptingly short skirt, down the length of her 
full firm thighs. 

Mary suddenly jerked with surprise as she felt a trembling hand touch her 
buttocks from behind. She whirled, almost losing her balance, to glare down 
at little Willy Bates' frightened face. At almost the same instant, she 
heard Michael say, "Come on, boys. Let's fuck her." 

After that, everything happened much too fast. During the confusion that 
followed, respect for her authority as the school doctor was completely 
forgotten. She became simply an object, a sex object. Yet, she had to admit 
that this did not occur completely without her own volition. Secretly, she 
wanted them to fuck her crazy with their tender, teenage young cocks. 

At Michael's direction, Mary was led to her bedroom, where previously she 
had fingerfucked herself as she had fantasized about Michael's young body. 
The excitement of the three youngsters-for Michael, as Mary would recall 
later, had remained somewhat aloof-manifested itself as an electricity in 
the air, a current that jumped from the youngsters to Mary, to encompass her 
in its mad frenzy. Even before they went through the door that led to her 
bedroom, Michael had flicked the light switch on, and two of the boys had 
already begun to pull Mary's clothing off. Later she would have to admit 
that they would not have been so forward had she offered the slightest 
discouragement. 

The voluptuous young doctor had never in her life been naked in front of 
more than one male at a time, but, in spite of her nervousness and fear, she 
did not resist, as Jimmy Wilson untucked her tight sweater from her 
mini-skirt and pulled it up off her brassiere-clad breasts. From behind her, 
another pair of hands lifted the short mini-skirt from her smoothly rounded 
buttocks and began to explore the inviting flesh of her trembling ass-cheeks 
while the submissive doctor lifted her arms passively over her head to allow 
Jimmy to completely remove her sweater. Out of the corner of her eye, she 
caught vague glimpses of Michael, who had taken a seat on the edge of the 
bed at its far end and watched almost with a cynical disinterest, yet an 
undeniable satisfaction. 

Within seconds, the sensually ripened doctor stood completely naked before 
the three eager youngsters and the fourth almost casual observer. Never in 
her life had she felt so vulnerable, so helpless. There was nothing to 
protect her lushly formed body from the boys' leering gazes. She felt their 
eyes moving to the high-set mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts, dropping 
hungrily lower to the flat plane of her belly, and then to the little 
triangular pattern of silken pussy-hair up between her long smooth thighs. 
Yet, even in the midst of her very helplessness and vulnerability, she 
derived a secret excitement that was undeniable. It made resistance seem all 
the more hopeless, and she took a curious satisfaction in the knowledge that 
she could not have refused the boys what they wanted, even if she'd had the 
will to. She was their slave, just as much as she was a slave to her own 
unnatural lust, and, in that vulnerability, her consciousness seemed to rise 
to a dream state, a state of distorted reality which only further heightened 
her susceptibility to the unwanted passion that had begun to consume her. 

As she stood before them, totally naked, trembling with mingled fear and 
anticipation, even their voices came to her as unreal sounds. 

"Wow! I never seen a body like hers, not even in a magazine!" 

"Yeah. I saw my mother naked once, but her body wasn't anything like Dr. 
Wards'." 

"Who get to be first to fuck her?" 

"Let me go first." 

"No, I want to." 

"Cool it, both of you. Michael goes first." 

That was the first voice Mary even had the presence of mind to recognize. It 
was Jimmy Wilson's. And, somehow, in her critical dream-like state, she 
seized upon Michael's name as the symbol of what she had once felt was the 
bond of trust between them. She looked desperately over at the young boy, 
who still sat on the bed, now reclining languidly against the bedstead. This 
was the closest she had come to protesting since they had begun to take her 
clothes off: that one beseeching look at the young boy who was responsible 
for her present situation. But, when she saw the nonchalant expression with 
which he met her pleading gaze, she knew she could expect no support from 
him. 

"You guys go ahead," Michael said with a shrug. "I can fuck her any time I 
want." 

Mary sucked her breath in softly, lowering her eyes with resignation. 

Her expression didn't even register it when Michael added, "You go first, 
Jimmy. This was really your idea anyway." Then as she heard Willy Bates' and 
Johnny Mitchell's soft grumbles of protest, she looked up helplessly at the 
muscular youngster who stood fully clothed before her. "All right, Jimmy," 
she said, managing just a flicker of a smile on her moistened lips. "Why 
don't you get undressed?" 

Jimmy grinned, staring straight into Mary's eyes until she felt compelled to 
look away from the sheer force of his gaze. 

Then the leering youngster dropped his eyes slowly to her straining breasts, 
crested by the already rigidly peaked little nipples, then lower to the 
softly inviting nakedness of her defenseless thighs. In spite of everything 
she'd already been through, Mary felt a little shiver pass through her body 
from the animal hunger of the young boy's gaze. 

Then he looked back at her face, his smile broadening. 

"Not so fast, doctor. Johnny and Willy have a lot to learn before they're 
going to be ready to take on a full-grown woman like you. And you and I are 
going to show them." Then he reached his arm quickly around her back and 
started to lead her toward the bed. "Tell me, Dr. Ward, have you ever had 
your pussy eaten?" 

Mary stiffened in shock at that lewdly challenging remark. She had never 
hear such an outrageous suggestion in her life, and the fact that Jimmy 
would say something like that to her, the school doctor, in front of three 
other youngsters, was so appalling that she could hardly accept it without 
protest. But she seemed to have lost her voice. It was just too much with 
the others watching, and she could think of nothing to say in reply. 

"Well, I'm going to show you what it feels like to get really hot. Lay down 
on the bed and spread your thighs real wide so I can lick your sweet little 
cunt." 

That was more than Mary could take. In a sudden movement, she pulled away 
from Jimmy and whirled around, looking about with the wild eyes of a trapped 
animal at the four boys who gazed feverishly back at her. 

"No," she gasped. "No, Jimmy. You can make love to me, but I won't submit to 
that while others are watching!" 

Motionless, except for the trembling of her own naked body, Mary watched, 
wide-eyed, as the boy approached her. 

"Don't touch me!" she gasped. 

Mary retreated one more step, then found the backs of her naked thighs 
pressed against the edge of the bed so that she could retreat no further. 
During the brief instant before Jimmy was upon her, she was able to conjure 
in her mind a vision of the obscene act he proposed. And she felt her legs 
go weak from the mere thought of it. She had never ever let a man do 
anything like that to her in her life. It was unnatural, depraved, 
perverted, and she just couldn't submit to it. She would have done almost 
anything else the boys asked, but not that in public. 

But, with her thighs against the bed, she realized that she was trapped, 
with no hope of escape. This was but another act of depravity and akin to 
all the other immoral things that she had already done, that they had 
already heard in the tapes. With a sigh, she dropped to her back on the bed, 
landing with her thighs slightly parted. 

Staring up in surprise, frozen again to immobility by her own shock and 
dismay, Mary watched Jimmy drop to his knees at the edge of the bed, his 
hands seizing her thighs, holding them apart as he lowered his face to the 
warm flesh up between her legs. His hot tongue flicked into her navel as he 
bent over her, sending an unwanted electric chill darting up and down the 
whole length of her spine, while his chin nuzzled down into the soft blonde 
curls of pussy hair that covered her vaginal mound. 

Mary thought she was making at least a feeble effort to wriggle away from 
the aggressive young boy. But it was like one of those dreams where repeated 
attempts to perform the simplest tasks become inexplicably futile, and she 
found herself unable to even close her thighs as the boy dropped his face 
down between them and moved his lips closer to the entrance of her 
defenseless little pussy. 

A muffled groan rose in Mary's throat, and convulsive spasms jerked in her 
thighs and stomach as she felt Jimmy press his lips down lightly into the 
thin strands of hair over the crest of her pubic mound. She shivered with an 
unknown fear from his touch, but the suddenly heated contact of his tongue 
on her naked flesh nonetheless caused a flutter of delight to course over 
her squirming body. She shuddered again as his agile tongue traced downward 
through the sparse dark curls of her pussy hair. Then his hands moved up 
into the warmth between her widespread thighs to stroke through the little 
fringed curls and come into sudden titillating contact with the erotically 
tingling lips of her pussy. The helpless doctor sobbed an unheeded protest 
as she felt his thumbs pull her most sensitive flesh apart to expose to his 
gaze the warm inviting secrets of her cunt. When he blew his breath softly 
into the forbidden orifice, she almost cried out aloud from the sheer 
sensation. 

"Don't you want me to eat your pussy, doctor?" Jimmy asked between Mary's 
thighs. 

"Nooooo!" she cried in desperation. 

"Well, I'm going to. I'm going to eat your sweet little cunt until you're 
begging for it:" 

"Noooo," Mary begged. "Please don't do it to me with the others watching us. 
Please come back later alone." 

Then her whole body jerked as Jimmy's tongue flicked suddenly outward to 
find electrifying contact with the vibrating little bud of her clitoris. 
Gasping and trembling with unwanted desire, she raised her head up from the 
mattress, staring down in abject horror between her quivering breasts at the 
young boy's lust-strained face hovering so closely to her defenselessly 
exposed cunt. It was too depraved for words, and she didn't know if she 
could bear the humiliating ordeal he was about to subject her to. But she 
was totally helpless to resist. Her love-starved body was begging to betray 
her and she couldn't bring herself to fight back. The moist pink flesh of 
her naked vagina was presented to Jimmy's leering eyes in sacrifice, and 
Mary lay trembling beneath him on the mattress, watching in complete 
helplessness as his tongue menacingly circled his lips in preparation for 
the perverted ravishment he intended. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw that both Johnny Mitchell and Willy 
Bates had moved even closer to watch this lewd scene, their eyes filled with 
the feverish excitement of their own anticipation. With a deliberate outward 
movement of his thumbs, Jimmy drew the fleshy pink lips of her cunt even 
further apart to better expose the softly glistening inner flesh of her 
pussy. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down to swipe the full length 
of his tongue all the way up the length of her already wetly throbbing 
cuntal slit. 

"I'm going to eat you like you've never been eaten before," taunted Jimmy, 
his words muffled between Mary's naked thighs. 

"I've never been eaten before!" Mary protested, shaking her head to toss her 
long blonde hair over her softly rounded shoulders. 

"Then it's time you tried it." 

Another desperate sob arose from Mary's throat, and her buttocks jerked in a 
sudden convulsive movement, grinding down hard in the mattress beneath her 
to escape the maddening attack as Jimmy's tongue flicked again from his 
mouth to lick slowly up and down her wildly quivering pussy lips. 

Then, as she continued to writhe and moan in protest, he sucked softly to 
draw the wantonly throbbing bud of her clitoris right into his mouth, 
nibbling at it with the tips of his teeth until Mary cried out in shame and 
forbidden delight, and another lewd spasm shook her nakedly writhing body. 

"Oooooh! Ohhhh!" the aroused young school doctor moaned, hardly able to 
believe what was happening to her, yet unable to deny the lust-inciting 
sensation of Jimmy's tongue on her hotly pulsating cunt. It was too obscene, 
and she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the lascivious attack, her head 
still raised from the mattress to watch in horrified fascination as his face 
pushed down even harder against her already moistened pubic hair. 

Then, as another shudder of unwanted response darted through her body, she 
dropped her head helplessly back onto the mattress, lunging her buttocks up 
in a spontaneous motion of unmitigated lust. She now found herself unable to 
further resist the delicious currents of lewd excitement that surged through 
her loins from the wanton sucking and licking, as Jimmy began to feast in 
earnest on her defenseless cuntal flesh. She moaned distantly, closing her 
eyes to blot out the sight of the two other boys who had crowded even closer 
to the bed in order to watch the humiliating attack. 

Little wisps of forbidden pleasure began to swell deep in Mary's belly from 
the teasing sensation of the young boy's tongue fucking wetly in and out of 
her quivering cuntal softness. Her full sensual breasts jiggled on her 
writhing torso as her naked body began to respond in spite of all the 
inherent perversion in the depraved act she was submitting to. Her 
sensitivity heightened by the tense emotional strain, Mary's eagerly 
throbbing pussy was acting of its own volition. No matter how much she 
disapproved of this obscene act, no matter how guilty she might feel later 
for having allowed Jimmy to do it to her, she could no longer deny the 
warped pleasure she derived from it. 

Again the school doctor lifted her head, staring deliriously down between 
her heaving breasts at Jimmy's young head bobbing between her thighs. "Oh. 
Ohhh!" she purred in obvious delight, beginning a rhythmic hunching motion 
of her buttocks on the bed, as the little tremors of rapture darted out over 
every single inch of her tingling flesh. Gradually, she was beginning to 
shed her inhibitions, to respond with wanton and greedy abandon to the 
lascivious use this young boy was making of her pussy. At last, with a final 
whimper of submission, Mary dropped her hands down the length of her 
writhing torso to run her fingers eagerly into the young boy's hair, pulling 
his face even tighter to her hungrily squirming cunt. 

Never in her life had Mary believed that a woman would be able to respond 
with such an act almost in public as the one Jimmy was inflicting upon her. 
It was too humiliating, too much, but she couldn't help herself. Her lust 
had completely over come her, and she sobbed out her surrender in an 
incessant stream of obscene pleadings as she felt his tongue thrusting again 
and again up into the most sensitive inner reaches of her quivering vaginal 
flesh. Her hips jerked and lunged in lewd abandon as the little shivers of 
ecstasy coursed at rapid intervals out from her lust-tortured cunt to 
saturate every inch of her now softly perspiring flesh. Then, in an even 
more impulsive gesture, she dropped her hands from Jimmy's hair, reaching 
down beneath his arms to pull him up onto her wantonly squirming body. 

"All right," she sobbed in a defeated voice. "All right, Jimmy. That's 
enough. You win. Just fuck me. Fuck me right now." 

Gasping for breath, Jimmy raised his head to stare in triumph up the sweat 
glistening flesh of the lovely school doctor's nakedly twisting body, 
peering between the quivering mounds of her breasts to her flushed, 
desire-tortured face. But, in spite of his youth, he was physically stronger 
than she, and Mary was unable to succeed in pulling him up on top of her 
against his will. She could do nothing but stare back at him helplessly, 
pleading, going out of her mind with the sensations that were almost 
overpowering her. 

"Go on, Jimmy," Johnny Mitchell urged from the end of the bed. "Go on and 
fuck her so I can have my turn." 

"Yes," Mary said softly. "Come on and fuck me." 

She dropped her hands from the young boy's body, and shifted to a reclining 
position, extending her arms above her head to arch the lustfully swollen 
mounds of her breasts even more ripely. 

"All right," Jimmy said, standing up and beginning to remove his clothes. 

Mary watched with bated breath as the young boy quickly stripped off his 
clothes. Then she almost gasped aloud at the sight of his already fully 
erected penis. He was really well-endowed. He had obviously matured very 
quickly, and the enormous throbbing hardness that stood up between his 
thighs was almost twice as big as Michael's. In fact, Mary found it almost 
hard to believe she would even be able to take it in the tightness of her 
vagina. It was even larger than her former fiance's. Yet, even the surge of 
fear that swelled in her breast at the thought of being stretched and 
impaled by Jimmy's enormous shaft of cock-flesh did nothing to temper her 
wantonly demanding need. She would take it, even if it hurt her. She had to 
have it after everything Jimmy had already put her through. 

"Now," Jimmy said. "Turn over." 

"What?" Mary gasped, staring up at the boy in confusion. 

Jimmy grinned. "Turn over. And kneel up, facing the foot of the bed." "But 
... but why?" Mary managed in a quivering voice, unable to even imagine what 
further subjugation Jimmy had in store for her before he would give her what 
her body now demanded against her own will. 

"But ... but I don't understand," Mary whimpered in despair, starting slowly 
to shift about on the bed and roll onto her belly to helplessly expose her 
naked buttocks to the four boys' hungry gazes. 

"Dog fashion, doctor. Haven't you ever done it dog fashion?" 

"No. No. Please!" 

"Do you want to get fucked or not?" Even in her present state of all 
consuming lust, Mary hesitated for the briefest instant before she nodded, 
saying nothing, and turned completely onto her stomach. Then, slowly she 
pulled her legs up beneath her body to arch her nakedly rounded buttocks in 
lewd invitation in the air. She closed her eyes, a tremor passing through 
her when she felt the bed sag from Jimmy's weight as the young boy 
positioned himself behind her. 

It was the most humiliating position in the entire repertoire of sexual 
positions. Mary had never felt so shamed and degraded in her whole life. But 
there was nothing she could do to resist. She couldn't control her perverted 
desire, and she would have submitted to almost anything this youthful 
athlete demanded of her at this point. 

"Come on, Jimmy," Mary heard one of the eager boys, whom she now faced, 
urge. Then her body stiffened as Jimmy positioned himself behind her. A 
little shiver of apprehension coursed up her spine as she felt his hands 
seize her buttocks and rock her slightly backwards. He shifted, moving 
forward, and a low hiss arose in her throat, as she felt the bulbous head of 
his thick rigid penis prod up between her thighs from behind to make contact 
with the saliva-moistened slit of her pussy. 

"Oooooh!" Mary moaned in a combination of fear and need from the searing 
pressure on the naked softness of her defenseless pussy. She waited 
breathlessly as the muscular teenager held himself poised behind her for a 
moment. Then an even wilder shudder went through her body as he pushed 
forward, and she felt just the head of his oversized cock push between the 
tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined cuntal slit. 

"Like it?" he asked roughly. 

The submissively kneeling doctor didn't answer. A choked sob rose in her 
throat from the stabbing pain, as the young boy's enormous penis wormed its 
way slowly up into her tight vaginal softness, his hotly throbbing shaft 
thrusting aside the resistance of her tight clasping cuntal walls. Her 
entire body quivered, and she attempted to crawl forward in retreat form the 
searing sensation of the entry. "Do you like it?" Jimmy asked again. 

"Yes! Yes, I like it!" Mary cried spontaneously without even thinking, 
emitting another deep groan as, with a sudden motion, she screwed her 
trembling buttocks backward, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly 
shut as she took everything Jimmy had until she was completely impaled. She 
felt his genital sac slap softly against her nakedly proffered buttocks, and 
the weight of his muscular young body sagged heavily on top of her in the 
debasing dog position. 

Mary had never been so filled in her life. Her pussy was stretched tight by 
the surging hardness that filled it. For an extended moment, she was afraid 
to even move. 

"All right, doctor," Jimmy said, at last, behind her. "Now, I'm going to 
give you the fucking of your life." 

"Yes," Mary sobbed out her final surrender. "Yes Jimmy. Go on and fuck me 
wild!" 

"Wait a second!" 

Michael's voice snapped Mary back out of her dream world of lascivious bliss 
and anticipation, and she looked up at the boy in shock as he dropped off 
the edge of the bed and stood up authoritatively. 

"All right, just a minute," he ordered. "Willy, Dr. Ward is going to suck 
you off while Jimmy's fucking her from behind." 

"What?" Willy asked, bursting into a red blush. 

"Pull down your pants," Michael ordered imperiously. "You heard what I 
said." 

The embarrassed teenager nonetheless wasted no time at all. As the 
cock-impaled school doctor watched in helpless shock, the shy boy dropped 
his trousers and quickly stepped out of them, pulling down his jockey shorts 
to reveal the already lustfully straining shaft of his small erect penis. 

As Mary narrowed her eyes in shame and lust, Willy stepped cautiously up to 
the edge of the bed. 

"Go on, Willy," Michael urged. "Don't be scared. She wants it. She wants you 
to fuck her in the mouth." 

At that moment, Jimmy began to fuck ruthlessly into the school doctor from 
behind. In her breathless state of abandoned excitement, she was only dimly 
aware that little Willy Bates was every bit as embarrassed and afraid as she 
was, and it was this fact which enabled her to go through with this next 
shameless act. The shy fourteen year old's vulnerability seemed to tap a 
source of emotion in her that was previously unknown. She found herself 
somehow wanting to please Willy, and, forgetting her own pride, Mary flicked 
her tongue wetly out to moisten her full pouting lips, beckoning the young 
boy forward with a sultry, inviting gaze. 

Still moaning from the combined pleasure and pain caused by the energetic 
fucking she was getting from behind, Mary reached with a trembling hand to 
seize the smoothly heated rod of flesh that loomed up toward her face. At 
her urging, Willy took another short step forward until his thighs were 
pressed against the foot of the bed. Then the school doctor ovaled her 
sensuously moistened lips, leaning quickly forward to take just the pulsing 
little cock-head into her mouth. 

Willy groaned, his whole body shuddering in delight as the school doctor 
began to suck him. He could hardly even believe the salacious sight of Dr. 
Ward kneeling so subserviently on the bed before him, her long blonde hair 
spilling down over his bare thighs, her soft warm lips pursed around the 
throbbing shaft of his cock, and her tongue swiping in smooth strokes up and 
down the resiliently straining flesh, causing his hips to jerk and hunch in 
spasmodic reflex from the titillating sensation. 

From his vantage point behind the undulating brunette, Jimmy was now fucking 
the school doctor with all his might, at the same time watching Willy, 
grinning at him in amusement and encouragement, while the bashful smaller 
youngster could not even meet Jimmy's eyes. He had never been so embarrassed 
in his life, but he wouldn't have stopped what he was doing for anything in 
the world. Willy had never even kissed a girl, and the school doctor's 
wanton sucking of his cock was even more exciting than anything he'd ever 
experienced in his dreams. 

For Mary, everything had become a jumble. She heard the boys' exclamations 
of excitement and gloating triumph, their strained and hasted breathing. She 
felt their frenzied motions, the lewd thrusting of their cocks into her two 
respective orifices. She was buffeted helplessly between them, clawed and 
pawed simultaneously by two pairs of hands which she could no longer even 
distinguish. And it all blended together, a surreal montage of lust, 
humiliation, and wanton masochistic bliss. Jimmy's extended and powerful 
assault on her helplessly offered cunt had completely destroyed her will to 
resist. She could already feel the electric current beginning to flow 
throughout her wantonly excited flesh, and she knew it wouldn't be long now 
before she got the satisfaction she so desperately needed. 

She sucked ravenously at Willy's lust-inflamed cock, hungering for the fresh 
tasting cum she knew was going to spurt very soon from his hotly twitching 
little rod of flesh. At the same time, she hunched and bucked her buttocks 
furiously back against Jimmy's loins, taking the throbbing rigidity of his 
cock deeper and deeper up into the tender flesh of her aching pussy, 
relishing the stinging slaps of his stomach and thighs against her proffered 
asscheeks, and craving the obscenely jolting thrusts that shook her whole 
writhing body. She was being used in the lewdest manner possible by the two 
boys simultaneously, ravished between them like a rag doll, and she loved 
it. 

Then the voice of Johnny Mitchell, who stood watching beside the bed, only 
reminded Mary that this was the beginning. "Hey guys. Come on, hurry up." 

"She still got two hands," Michael said. "Drop your trousers and let her 
jack you off while you're waiting your turn." 

Only a muffled whimper of protest issued from Mary's lips at that suggestion 
of even further humiliation. She couldn't speak in defense of herself. Her 
mouth was filled with the rigid little cock pistoning in and out between her 
wetly rounded lips toward the back of her throat. Her face was helplessly 
buried in Willy Bates' pubic hair, and in his excitement the normally shy 
teenager was beginning to reveal latent aggression. He had seized Mary's 
long blonde hair, and now held her face firmly between his widespread legs, 
guiding the bobbing movements of her head to the ultimate satisfaction of 
his own need, in complete disregard for her feelings as a human being. And 
she had no alternative to continued submission, even as she felt Johnny 
seize her left wrist and draw her arm outward to place her hand in sudden 
contact on the hard shaft of his own lewdly erected penis. Instinctively, 
Mary wrapped her fingers around the resilient rod of hot young flesh, and 
this added physical contact, insignificant compared to the wild sensations 
she derived from the lewd skewering her palpitating little pussy was 
receiving from behind and the obscene use of her mouth from in front, 
nonetheless had a symbolic value. It demonstrated the complete depravity to 
which she'd sunk, and it only served to further impress upon her 
lust-tortured mind the sheer helplessness of her situation. Then, at 
Johnny's urging, she began to work her wrist back and forth, softly 
caressing the sensitive flesh of his hard-swollen cock in time with the 
bobbing movement of her mouth around Willy's swollen cock, and the wild 
gyrations of her nakedly upthrust buttocks against the boy who fucked into 
her from behind. It was at that time that she underwent the final 
humiliation as Michael moved up to the other side of the bed, took her other 
hand, and placed it on h is own erectly throbbing penis. 

"This is the way it all really began anyway, isn't it, Doctor Ward?" he 
asked derisively. 

Mary didn't even answer. She couldn't, because at that very instant, she 
felt Willy stiffen in front of her, his hands dropping from her hair to her 
ears to pin her face even more helplessly against his wildly twitching 
cock-flesh as he shoved forward with a mighty thrust. 

"Uh-oh," the young teenager gasped in a strained voice, "I think I'm going 
to cum." 

"Go ahead," Michael said, the urgency in his voice reflecting his own 
building lust. 

"Cum in her mouth. She likes that too." 

Mary was still powerless to express her own feelings. She could do nothing 
but continue the wanton sucking along the virilely throbbing penis that 
violated her lips. 

An instant later, the first hot spurts of sweet tasting cum came rushing up 
the length of Willy's jerking young cock and spewed into her mouth. Mary 
sobbed and whimpered around the surging shaft, making obscene gurgling 
sounds in her throat as she swallowed his spluttering stream of hot liquid, 
her Adam's apple bobbing swiftly up and down. She sucked hungrily, 
tightening her lips around the base of the young boy's cock to prevent 
herself from losing a single drop of the life-giving sperm. She swallowed it 
all, continuing her ravenous sucking until the lust-crazed adolescent had 
spurted the last droplet of his burning load of sperm into her mouth, and 
his little penis began to slowly deflate. Then Willy's hands dropped from 
her ears, and after a moment his already limp cock slipped from her mouth 
and he stepped back from the bed. 

"O.K.," Johnny gasped. "I'm going to fuck her in the mouth, too." 

As Jimmy Wilson continued to wrack her body with his frenzied driving 
strokes from behind, Johnny freed his own surging penis shaft from Mary's 
protesting grasp, and moved around in front of the bed. With a deep animal 
groan, Mary reached up to seize his hotly pulsing hardness and bend it down 
toward her lips, taking it hungrily into her mouth, still slippery from the 
cum the first youngster had spewed so ruthlessly between her lips. Then she 
reached her hand around the boy's naked buttocks to pull his lust-swollen 
cock deeper into her greedily sucking mouth. 

Behind her Jimmy groaned suddenly and unleashed a series of mad staccato 
lunges that shoved Mary forward until her face was completely buried in 
Johnny's loins. She felt Jimmy's long hard penis twitch and throb even 
harder up into the most sensitive depths of her vagina, and she knew he was 
going to cum very quickly. 

At the same time she could already feel the first distant flutters beginning 
in her own belly. 

"Ooooooh wow!" Johnny gasped as the school nurse began to suck hungrily on 
his cock, working her face back and forth to draw her lips in rhythmic 
movements up and down the full length of the resiliency straining shaft of 
flesh. "I don't know if I can hold it," he gasped suddenly in despair. 

Mary had no way of communicating to the young boy that there was no further 
need to hold it. Jimmy was going to cum. Already she hovered on the brink of 
climax. And it seemed only fitting that Johnny should time his own orgasm 
with theirs. 

A moment later it began. In spite of the pulsating cock-head that filled her 
mouth, Mary managed a muffled whimper of joy as she felt the shattering 
waves begin to flow swiftly through her violated pussy. Jimmy grunted in 
ecstasy, his hands clawing at the kneeling school teacher's back, his eyes 
riveted on her naked proffered ass-cheeks where he could see his wetly 
glistening cock sawing in and out of her tight quivering cuntal lips. But 
still he held back as long as he could. Then, a shudder wracking his body, 
he abandoned his restraint. 

Mary's body buckled helplessly before Jimmy's series of wracking lunges as 
he began to spurt his own devastating load of semen deep up into her 
ravished pussy. Her hand still clung tightly to Michael's hard throbbing 
little cock, but she no longer had the presence of mind to jack him off. She 
was in a dream state of delirium from the lewd degradation she was being 
subjected to. Jimmy was shooting off in her vagina and at the same time 
Johnny Mitchell's cock began to twitch and jerk in her saliva-filled mouth 
as he released his own hotly squirting load of sperm. 

And now Mary's whole body began to jerk and writhe in spontaneous 
contortions between the two naked young boys. Massive chills of excitement 
shot madly up the length of her spine, and low hums of passionate and 
servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her throat. She bucked and 
arched her body, quivering in a frenzy of passion, grinding her hips 
furiously back against Jimmy's loins, as the waves of orgasm saturated 
deeper into her body, and out over every inch of her softly perspiring 
flesh. 

It seemed to go on and on forever, an endless pageant of shame, ecstasy and 
orgasm. Then at last Mary felt Jimmy's perspiration-soaked body sag down on 
her back. An instant later, Johnny leaned forward in exhaustion against the 
end of the bed, his penis slowly deflating in her still hungrily sucking 
mouth. As Mary dropped to a reclining position on her stomach on the bed, 
her hand slipping from Michael's rigid cock, little shivers of rapture 
continued to flow at intervals through her body. 

At last Jimmy withdrew, rolling over onto his back, lying still for a 
moment. Then Mary stiffened as she heard the exhausted youngster say, "Well, 
Mikey, I guess it's your turn now." 

Mary had almost forgotten about Michael. She had never felt so fucked, so 
cum-filled ... or so satisfied in her whole life. And she didn't know how in 
the world she could take on another youngster after everything she had been 
through. But she knew there was no use in protesting. After everything else 
Michael had subjected her to today, she knew he wouldn't be denied his own 
pleasure. 

Lying motionless, still on her belly, Mary took advantage of the few moments 
of rest as Michael hastened out of his clothing. She turned her face, 
looking up at the once innocent student with narrowed eyes, as he climbed up 
onto the bed beside her. Then, as she started to roll over, he roughly 
shoved her back onto her belly, and quickly started to mount her from 
behind. 

"Oh, Michael," Mary said feebly through her still restrained breathing. 
"Don't do it to me like that. Don't you fuck me dog fashion, too!" 

"I'm not going to fuck you dog fashion, Doctor Ward," Michael said, lowering 
his body down between her thighs from behind. 

Then Mary's buttocks jerked in a spontaneous spasm as he reached between her 
thighs to place his fingers in the already obscenely lubricated slit of her 
cunt. When his fingers were thoroughly moistened with her vaginal juices, he 
began to spread the slickly flowing moisture up over the sensitive 
separating membrane onto the puckered little hole of her anus. 

"I'm going to do something you'll like even better. I'm going to fuck you in 
the ass." 

Through the dull haze of her sated senses, Mary began to grasp the meaning 
of what Michael had just said. Mary's eyes jerked open in surprise, meeting 
the equally surprised faces of the other three naked boys. A spontaneous 
shudder of fear shook the voluptuous, blonde doctor's body beneath the 
determined boy. Michael had been thinking about fucking her this way ever 
since she had forced him to stick his finger in her ass-hole yesterday. Now 
he was going to derive an immense satisfaction from the fact that, after the 
three other boys had ravished her in various ways this evening, he was going 
to be able to do something really far out, something to maintain his 
hard-earned sexual supremacy. 

Mary could not believe what she had heard. It was too wildly perverted to 
even think about. It was impossible that a boy of Michael's age could have 
been so driven by his need to lower her to the most depraved level, to 
punish her for what she had done to him in the last few days, as to think of 
committing an act of such incredible obscenity. It was sodomy. 

But he had made it clear in totally blunt terms what it was he wanted to do. 
For a moment, Mary froze into a shocked immobility. Then an anguished cry 
escaped from her throat as she felt the pressure on her tight anal orifice 
increase and Michael's finger burrowed suddenly into the tightly puckered 
little orifice. She lurched forward, her whole nakedly kneeling body 
trembling from the fiery stimulation, as the searing penetration continued. 

"Aaaaaaghh! Uuuuuuuuuggghhhh!" Mary groaned as Michael's middle finger 
burrowed up into her rectum despite all her attempts to clench her buttocks 
and close the forbidden hole to his painful assault. The deadly serious 
youngster sank his finger to the first knuckle, then continued the hot 
piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up into her tightly 
clenched rectum, until there was nothing she could do to resist. 

"Oh Michael, please," Mary moaned. "Don't do that. Anything, but don't do 
that." 

"You'll love it," Michael said above her. "Just like you loved everything 
else I've done to you." 

Gasping from the wanton invasion of her heretofore unviolated anus, Mary 
dropped her face down to the mattress in despair, tears of shame filling her 
eyes while Michael continued the searing probes of his finger into the hot 
spongy flesh up between her defenseless ass-cheeks. She heard the other 
boys' exclamations of excitement and surprise as distant, unreal sounds. It 
was all too insane! Not even they could believe Michael was really serious. 
But Mary knew there was no escape, and with resignation, prepared to submit 
to this final degradation. 

Then she almost screamed as she felt the youngster begin to draw his finger 
out of her resisting anal passage, which now seemed to cling to the intruder 
in protest in spite of the sharp pain it had caused. The blonde woman moaned 
even more desperately as Michael's finger was replaced by the throbbing head 
of his hard little penis. 

Mary sobbed and grunted, her voluptuous body lurching forward as she felt 
the blood-filled cock suddenly pressing up against the tightly resisting 
little opening, and then begin to worm relentlessly inward. The sharp white 
pain caused new tears to rush to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets 
down her cheeks, and she shivered and trembled, lifting her head to stare 
pleadingly at the three boys who were now gathered close around the bed to 
watch. But she saw in their excited faces that she would get no help, or 
even sympathy, from them. 

"Kneel up," Michael said. 

"No," Mary answered, shaking her head from side to side as the teenager 
rammed even harder against her defenseless buttocks, and his small shaft of 
cock-flesh surged even further upward, deeper and deeper into her cringing 
anal opening. 

"Come on. Kneel! It won't hurt as bad that way," Michael said. '"It's just a 
question of physics." 

In spite of her pain Mary almost laughed. Michael would always be an 
intellectual, she thought. But then as he flexed his virile little penis far 
up inside her, sending a new stab of pain to wrack her body, she whimpered 
softly and did his bidding, pulling her knees up beneath her heavily swaying 
breasts, and thrusting her naked buttocks high in the air in almost the same 
position she'd assumed when Jimmy had fucked her in the humiliating 
dog-fashion position. And with an even deeper groan, she took the shaft of 
Michael's penis all the way to the hilt between her helplessly skewered 
asscheeks. Hopelessly impaled now, she had taken the entire length of 
Michael's hard pulsing cock all the way to the most sensitive depths of her 
rectum, and she knew at least the worst pain was over. 

Again Michael flexed his penis deep inside her warmly resisting rectal 
channel, causing new shudders of erotic pleasure to ripple out over her 
trembling body. Mary dropped her face back down to rest on her hands. She'd 
never felt so helpless in her life, but it wasn't as bad as she'd expected. 
The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of masochistic 
pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her 
ass-cheeks, and she could feel the tight little sac that held Michael's 
cum-filled testicles slap teasingly against the sensitive slit of her wetly 
throbbing cunt. 

"God, it's tight," Michael gasped. "It feels so good, I'm not going to be 
able to hold it back very long." 

"That's all right, Michael," Mary sobbed in encouragement. "Cum in my 
ass-hole, darling. Cum right up in it!" 

The young boy gradually began to fuck harder against her helplessly 
proffered ass-cheeks. She groaned, gritting her teeth, as the raw 
stimulation almost blanked her mind. But slowly her cries of agony and 
protest started to evolve, transforming finally into mewls of forbidden 
pleasure as Michael fucked deeper and deeper into the hot depths of her 
yielding anal passage. 

For a few moments longer Mary was in limbo, a part of her wanting Michael to 
achieve his climax quickly and cease his merciless assault, another part of 
her beginning to cry out for more and more of the wonderfully depraved 
sensation. Compared to this crude anal impalement, everything else she had 
done before now seemed insignificant. A hidden masochistic need was 
responding against all her wishes to the pain and humiliation Michael was 
inflicting upon her. The sheer sensation was more than she could bear and 
though she feared she would forever lose all respect for herself as a 
result, her lewdly undulating body was beginning to respond in a way that 
could not be denied. 

Then, as Michael moved his hand down the front of her body between her 
thighs to tweak the ultra-sensitive bud of her clitoris, Mary sobbed 
dejectedly, and in a spontaneous response, rocked her nakedly impaled 
buttocks backwards, taking the slender shaft of Michael's virile young cock 
even deeper into her rectum, beginning to fuck and jerk in earnest back 
against his hotly thrusting penis. Her submissively kneeling body began to 
writhe in lewd abandon to the electric pain/pleasure stimulus of the obscene 
skewering of her anus, responding, even encouraging the assault by the 
fourteen year old boy. 

"God," Jimmy Wilson gasped. "Look at Doctor Ward go! She likes it! She even 
likes ass-hole fucking!" 

"Wow," Willy Bates said. "She'll do anything, won't she?" 

Behind the blonde's wildly bucking ass-cheeks, Michael grunted even more 
excitedly to Doctor Ward's sudden unexpected response, increasing the depth 
of his own wracking thrusts until he was unleashing the full fury of his 
adolescent lust with a series of mighty strokes deep up into the tightness 
of her contracting anus. Simultaneously, he shoved his finger far up into 
the frantically quivering depths of her cunt, and increasing the friction of 
his thumb's rapid stroking over the bobbing bud of her clitoris. Already he 
could feel the cum begin to well within his balls, and he knew that it 
wouldn't be long before he lost all control. But he was determined to hold 
off as long as possible. He was beginning to realize that Doctor Ward might 
be able to attain an orgasm from even this perverted variation of sexual 
intercourse, and he knew that would make his triumph complete. 

Then suddenly Mary gave out a series of desperate animal groans. The 
contrasting sensations in her two separately ravaged orifices was finally 
becoming enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish between right and wrong, 
pain and pleasure, and her nakedly squirming body shuddered as ecstatic 
waves of all consuming delight arched out again and again over her sensually 
writhing flesh. 

"Aaaaahhhh! Michael! Fuck harder, I'm cumming!" she wailed. Behind her 
Michael groaned and began a series of violent thrusts as the first hot rush 
of sperm welled up from his balls and into the convulsing depths of the 
school doctor's lewdly violated rectum. At the same time, he intensified the 
rapid finger-fucking of her tortured cunt and the tormenting caresses with 
his finger over the quivering little bud of her clitoris. And as he 
continued his jolting thrusts, Mary mewled without restraint from the 
shattering waves of ecstasy that engulfed her. At last there was nothing 
left but the wildly consuming passion of release. 

And as she bucked and hunched beneath Michael's last wracking lunges, the 
sweet spewing semen of his orgasm suddenly filled her rectum, flooding and 
lubricating the passage until at last it overflowed in thin white hot 
streams that ran down her inner thighs. She screamed out another orgasm with 
what sounded like her dying breath and dropped limply forward to the 
mattress below. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The three figures were nestled comfortably in the beg bed, dozing 
contentedly after their delightful exertions of the afternoon. Dr. Ward and 
her two adolescent lovers, Michael and Willy, had been enjoying themselves 
in her private residence once again, and as the relaxed and contented doctor 
slowly opened her eyes she could not help but reflect on the events of the 
past few weeks. 

It seemed like much longer than only two weeks since that beautiful night 
when Michael had brought his three friends over to her bungalow and forced 
her, they thought anyway, she mused, to do to her what they wished. She had 
been shattered when Michael had first played her the tape that his friend 
Jimmy Wilson had recorded of the first time that Michael had fucked her. Her 
heart had almost been broken by his apparent callousness. And during the two 
weeks since, they had tempted her to engage in further and even more daring 
sexual acts with them. 

And yet, she no longer thought of it as bad. For in spite of everything, the 
woman doctor had responded sexually. In her helplessness, she had achieved a 
freedom she had never experienced with her older ex-fiance, a freedom to 
respond, to feel, to experience totally without a thought of restraint. And 
Mary had come to love these little boys. 

Michael, always the intellectual, had become something of a teacher to her. 
Apparently he had done a lot of reading on the subject of sex, and he had 
taught her things in bed that she had never dreamed about. He was a stern 
young master there was no getting around that. But he had become an expert 
lover, and Mary felt more for him than anyone else in the world. 

She knew it was only a matter of time before they would be discovered and 
she would have to leave Lexingville School. In the days, they often locked 
the infirmary or her residence door as they had done to today, so they could 
satisfy their spontaneous urges to take advantage of the attractions between 
themselves. And one of those days they would be discovered. 

Mary was lost in her languid reveries when she heard the unmistakable 
energetic sound of Jimmy Wilson's footsteps approach her door and his 
triple-knock signal. She woke the sleeping boys who were nestled closely on 
either side of her warm body. 

"It's time for us to get up and get dressed, sweethearts," she said. "We 
can't keep my door locked all day." 

She got up and quickly put on her skirt and lab coat so that she could let 
Jimmy Wilson in. 

"Dr. Ward, Dr. Ward, something terrible's happened," cried Jimmy as he 
hurried into the room. Mary had anticipated this moment, and she did not 
have to guess what he was carrying in his hand. It was a tape. "Dr. Ward, 
the whole school was listening to it over the school inter-com. I don't know 
what could have happened. One of the boys must have put it in front of the 
microphone in the main office. It went to all the classrooms!" 

It was a copy of the tape Jimmy had made on the say Michael had lost his 
virginity. 

Mary felt a constricting tightness in her throat, and for a moment she 
though she was going to cry. Then, gaining control of herself, she turned to 
Michael. 

"Michael? How did they get ahold of the tape? I thought you said no one else 
would see it." 

Inexplicably, Michael grinned in an almost self-congratulatory manner. 
"Well, you see, Dr. Ward, it's kind of difficult to explain. I did the best 
job I could of keeping your secret. But sometimes the boys would tease me 
too much, still thinking I was just your little lab assistant and all, so I 
would have to play them the tape just to keep my image, you know. Now 
everybody knows in the whole school. One of the guys must have taken it 
without me noticing it." 

Something in Michael's demeanor was disturbing to Mary. She could tell that 
he was secretly glad that the tape had been made public. The boy was 
amazingly cold-blooded, after all they had been through together. But she 
had known that for quite a while now. She knew to expect nothing else from 
him. Perhaps she even deserved it. But Michael had changed the direction of 
her whole life, and she knew she would always love him for that. 

She reached out and ran her fingers lightly through Michael's hair. "Well, I 
guess this is the end of the line, boys," she said softly. She managed a 
smile, even as she felt a few tears begin to course down her soft cheeks. 
"Would you help me pack and get to the bus station? I don't think I want to 
be around when the principal hears about what's happened." 

"Sure," Michael said. "Come on, you guys. Let's get started." 

Mary knew that her life would never be the same as before. And she was 
secretly glad. No matter where she went, her knowledge of her own sensual 
nature would never again be denied. And this had become the most important 
thing. She burst into peals of abandoned laughter as she helped the boys 
throw her things in her waiting suitcases.... 


THE END
