A Sensuous Nurse
by Karen James
(LLP-586)


CHAPTER ONE 

The battered war-time jeep, a khaki testimony to the murderous failures of 
humanity, lurched and ground over the dusty, rutted road connecting the 
outskirts of Da Nang, South Viet Nam, to the shores of the South China Sea. 
The passenger, directing the adventure, might have chosen to travel one of 
the fresh asphalt highways, a recent arrival to the countryside since the 
invasion of American business; but instead, Pat Keefer wanted to remember 
South Viet Nam as she'd first seen it in its fresh post-war days when she 
stepped off the plane of volunteer nurses from American three years ago. 

The volunteer orphanage nurse lifted her hand to shade her eyes from the 
burning fire ball in the August skies and, interpreting the road sign, 
pointed to the left. Her escort, a fifteen year old Viet Namese boy, made a 
tight turn following the direction of her slender finger, and ground the 
gears of the jeep with one hand while the other hand swiped at a bud of 
perspiration purling down his richly tanned forehead. 

Pat sat stoically, fighting back the tears of silent sorrow welling inside 
her, her body jerking up and down with the heaving of each jolt, the shock 
absorbers of the jeep having worn out long ago with the passing of history. 
Tomorrow she would be leaving the country she'd learned to call home, 
despite its war ravaged countryside, now empty craters filled with decaying 
bones to fertilize the desolate wastelands that had once bloomed so rich and 
fertile. Now they were raped by mortars and bombs, land suitable now only 
for the encroaching fingers of American capitalism anxious to cover the rich 
land with cement. It all seemed so sad, somehow, though it had happened 
throughout history. The redheaded nurse drew a deep sigh and stole a glance 
at the fifteen year old boy maneuvering the jeep, musing how coincidental it 
seemed that wars seemed to separate into North and South-Viet Nam, Korea, 
the American Civil War. Now even Northern Ireland was setting itself apart. 
Why never East and West? 

She wanted to ask the bronze-faced boy with the shock of jet black hair 
foresting his delicately featured head, but knew it would be impossible to 
communicate such profundities to a boy who'd known nothing but bombs, death, 
and destruction for all of his fifteen years. The thought broke a weary 
sadness in her heart. 

Those eyes, she thought with a swelling in her swan-like throat, those dark 
passionate eyes. Where would Kim be in another few years? Working for an 
American company in some menial capacity in his home city of Da Nang? Go on 
to some Americanized school? Get married and raise a family? Hoping to God 
his children would not have to suffer the same atrocities he'd known. He'd 
refused to board the ships leaving for the United States, choosing instead 
to stay here in his war-torn homeland where his parent's three-acre farm had 
been burned to the ground when he was eight years old. He would rather have 
no parents at all, he'd told her stoically when the opportunity to leave was 
presented him, than to leave Viet Nam. Since then, of all the children in 
the Da Nang Orphanage, and there had been many, he had stolen her heart. In 
those dark liquid eyes she saw all of the homeless children of the world; 
universal suffering. 

And that's why she'd come to Viet Nam, remembered Pat with a swelling of her 
heart, to help those less fortunate than herself. Pat, the twenty-eight year 
old volunteer nurse, born of a wealthy Bostonian family, pulled a 
handkerchief from her canvas bag that sat at her feet on the floor of the 
dirty, rusted jeep and poked a clothes finger to her cheek to catch the wet 
pearling sadness. Her mission was ended. 

'Guilt complex of the rich,' her boyfriend, Chad, had called it, trying to 
convince her not to go to Viet Nam, to stay at home and raise a family. But 
in her Irish determination, she'd shook her head and refused. She had 
something to give mankind, she'd rebuked, and she wanted to answer her 
calling before age proved a deterrent to her altruistic desires. She'd 
followed her whims and felt richer for it. There were things in life money 
could not buy, and in her red-headed insistence, she'd proven it true. 

Only her Uncle Everett, a ex-war-time surgeon, now on the honored staff of 
Rochester's famed Mayo Clinic encouraged her ambitions, against Pat's 
parents' objection that her demure upbringing, an ex-debutante, had no 
business attacking a heavy job with lifting mattresses and pushing 
wheelchairs-all the physical labor that goes along with hospital work, and 
especially in a war-torn country. No, they'd insisted, their petite Pat 
could not be that strong. 

But what challenge could she look forward to now that the orphanage was 
closing to be re-located in Saigon under healthier, more modern conditions? 
Tomorrow the nurses' tents would be torn down, the sagging, blood-spattered 
cots burned and a new corps of doctors and nurses would move the children to 
their new home. Yes. the orphanage would be closed, she sniffed, and with 
it, her maternal role as comforter to the sick and maimed, the family-less 
and impoverished. 

Maybe it wouldn't be as difficult adjusting to the United States as she'd 
feared, she hoped, drawing in a deep cooling breath, thankful they were 
nearing the ocean now where the soft misty breezes had cooled her fevered 
heart many times in the past three years. Boston would appear ignorantly 
plastic and meaningless compared to the grim realities and fears of life and 
death. Oh, but there had been cheerful times, too, times filled with the 
welling emotions of watching the expressions on children's faces as they 
stared starry eyed at the sight of a sparkling Christmas tree for the first 
time and fumbled with clumsy fingers at the merry red ribbons on their first 
Christmas present sent from the United States, a gift of some concerned 
organization. Or, witnessing a child who, after months of laying helpless on 
a hospital bed, finally summoned the strength to walk again. What could be 
more real than that? 

Pat looked over at her chauffeur, his strong young arms guiding the jeep 
over and between the ruts, his deep eyes glimmering with enthusiasm for 
life...and thought of Chad. Chad was real, very real. And so was his love. 
Pat squirmed in the hot plastic tatters of the jeep's seat, and pulled her 
blue uniform up past her knees, hoping the air would billow her skirt and 
cool her legs against the steamy hotness of the jeep's motor. She rested her 
elbow on the scorching metal of the door and supported her head on her 
upturned palm, feeling her body buoyantly lurch and jerk with each rut in 
the road. Chad...she sighed, staring out over the jewel-like blue of the 
ocean ahead. She could envision him now, though it has been so long. His 
dark hair, his erect posture, his dignified air. Rather like Kim, she 
thought with a smile, admiring the young boy's sophisticated demeanor. Would 
Chad have changed? Maybe a hint of gray at the temples? A duller blue in his 
eyes? She hoped not. But then wishes didn't always come true, for if they 
did, he would be with her right now. A stroke of bad luck had prevented 
that, though, when his work visa was rejected by the Viet Namese government; 
he'd chosen to stay in Boston and teach instead. 

Chad...oh, how good it would be to lay in his arms once again, to feel a 
real live man next to her, to caress her needing flesh and whisper in her 
ear. And best of all, though she dare not think about it now, to feel his 
rigid manhood seeking the warm velvet of her secret treasures and push 
inside to her long neglected inner flesh. She could almost imagine him as he 
thrust in and out between the warm, clasping walls, groaning and moaning 
with pleasure. As she thought of the forbidden Image, the warm tingling that 
had begun up between her legs so much earlier increased, almost maddeningly. 
She wriggled on the seat trying to make the sensation go away, but it 
stayed, obdurately. Had she been in the privacy of her tent, she would have 
reached down to rub it, dispelling the lewd sensation in a moment of expert 
manipulations. 

She pressed her thighs tightly together again as the lewd stirrings began to 
churn inside her. And now she felt the moisture begin to seep down between 
her legs, felt it dampen the little patch of sparse hematin hair that 
nestled there. She began to squirm her buttocks against the hard plastic 
seat as she tried to quiet the lascivious tingle. 

Why should remembrances of love with Chad come back to haunt her now after 
three years of abstinence from him? Why couldn't her imagination leave her 
body the virgin wasteland it had been for so long? She felt her heart 
beating faster and faster as the road disappeared behind them and they 
neared the breathtaking view of the South China Sea. Again she studied the 
stoic male beside her and for an infinitesimal second, her mind tricked her 
into thinking it was Chad there next to her. 

An aching hunger began to slowly spread inside her and she gazed tenderly at 
young Kim. Oh dear God! It would be so exciting if it were Chad there. How 
she yearned to show him the beauties of Viet Nam, the subject of her 
bi-weekly letters to him. She wondered guiltily if Kim knew what she was 
thinking about and why, after sitting still for the first part of the 
journey she had suddenly become animated in her seat, squirming and 
resettling. And she wondered too if he...if he had ever...she paused, and 
then let the word slip unimpeded into her mind. Fuck. Had Kim ever made love 
to a girl? She remembered him paying special attention to one budding North 
Vietnamese girl who'd been brought down from Hue. Could he have? 

She shuddered as the excitement that possessed her spread from her hot, 
clammy stomach upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts. She felt her 
breath coming in short gasps now, and Pat turned crimson at the thought that 
Kim might notice her sudden strange behavior. And yet she was helpless to 
put those thoughts to rest. It had been so long, so damned long and, once 
again, she twisted against the seat to put out those desires. 

It seemed that the jeep ground on forever toward the blue jewel ahead-on 
beyond time and into eternity-Pat wanted to jump out of the jeep and run 
toward the cleansing water, to rid herself of the lascivious thoughts that 
had suddenly held her mind prisoner. Then at the next turn, Kim halted the 
jeep. Ahead lay the South China Sea. Pat sank back in the seat and mopped 
her forehead; cold with sweat. And when at last she had stopped trembling, 
when her heart had stopped racing and slowed to its normal beat, when she 
could trust herself to control her weird and wanton feelings, she opened the 
door and hopped out, shoes in one hand. It was time to say goodbye to the 
waves. 

Kim wasted no time catching up with the American nurse, her blue uniform 
dancing in the warm sunshine. They walked together side by side, Pat's face 
brimming with everything good and genuine in life. She tried desperately to 
think of something to say to Kim, but he only spoke a little English and she 
very little Vietnamese, except for a smattering of French which seemed to 
strike neutral ground. And for a second she wished she were alone to enjoy 
her last day here in the richness of the Southeast Asian land, but it had 
been the head nurse's insistent demands that she be escorted that led to 
Pat's choice of Kim to drive her. 

She cleared her throat from time to time, feeling her toes wiggle into the 
warm, white sand, her dress clinging to her legs, shoes in one hand. Kim 
kept up her pace, his hands thrust boyishly in his pants. Every few steps he 
would glance up into her beaming perfect face, staring into her blue eyes 
that mirrored the ocean that he loved, too, and he seemed to understand her 
need for solitude in an unspoken plea for silence. 

Far down the beach two fishermen stooped on haunches, their fishing poles 
thrust into the sand, their straw thatched hats silhouetted in the afternoon 
sun. The waves were wind whipped now, coming in strong from the East, 
leaving bits of froth to cling to the coarse sand near the shore. It was a 
breathtaking sight...so simple, yet so elegantly real. Pat stared in joy and 
wonder, happy that she had come for one last glance before returning to the 
complex warren of Boston. She could see that Kim, too, was pleased with the 
sight, moved by the beauty of the sea and vignette of his countrymen as they 
humbly stooped, gathering only what they needed from the life-giving seas. 
That pleased Pat, so intuitive was his communication. She would miss that 
silent appreciation in Boston where children were rowdy and spoiled, always 
competing for attention. 

Impulsively she reached out her hand to the youth and felt the pressure of 
his strong fingers against hers. A little thrill of joy coursed through her, 
and then she shook her head. It was ridiculous, she told herself. She should 
reserve that for Chad. They strolled on, Kim occasionally stopping to scoop 
up a handful of sand, glowing as he sifted through the water-worn shells, 
then letting the fineness sift through his fingers. Pat tried to imagine 
Chad doing the same thing...but no, Chad was not like that. He was not a 
very sensitive person, despite his other refined qualities. 

She stopped for a moment and sat down on a huge rock jutting out from the 
beach, and closed her eyes, hearing the sighing of the wind and the ebbing 
waters reaching shore. She felt Kim's hand on hers, and it gave her a 
comfortable feeling. It seemed to communicate years of hope, appreciation, 
and good will toward the nurse who had smiled upon his life. Pat felt his 
hand close tighter around hers, and now the little thrills of excitement she 
had felt before began to course through her. But this was nonsense, she told 
herself, yanking back a strand of flaming red hair. Nonsense! 

And yet the excitement persisted. She felt the nearness of the handsome 
young boy, was acutely aware that he was sitting beside her on the rock, and 
had a sudden urge to reach out to him. The nurse shook her head again, 
knowing this was absurd...she was a grown woman and he was only an 
adolescent. But then, she thought, why not? She would never see him after 
today. Why not show the affection she'd felt for him? Why not put her arm 
around his shoulder; she'd done it many times in the past, but then it had 
always been in the presence of other people. 

Softly, she reached out to him, her hand on his shoulder and pulled him 
slightly closer. Then she edged nearer to him...closer and closer on the 
generous rock until she felt her thighs brushing against his. Once again the 
wild excitement coursed through her blood, like little pin-points of 
pleasure setting her on fire. She tried to brush them aside, the way she 
would have brushed off an annoying mosquito...but they were too strong, and 
she felt a pleasure that was terrible in its sense of guilt, as though she 
were another American taking advantage of a helpless war victim. 

The remembrance, the lewd lascivious image of Chad making love to her came 
back in full force now, and she felt one more time the tingling excitement 
up there between her legs, felt the hungry aching longing deep in the center 
of her very being. She dropped her head to his shoulder, feeling protected 
there. And then, again on impulse, the whim of the moment, as changing as 
the sea itself, she slipped her hand beneath his gaping shirt and gently 
caressed the naked warmth of his shoulders. 

She felt his hot, sweet breath against her cheek, mellowing the cool breezes 
of the wind lashing the other. Oh dear God! It was so beautiful! Life was so 
rich and beholding. So beautiful here by the sea and next to this young boy. 
They were sharing this experience together, uniting them in a way Chad would 
never understand...or open himself to. She realized suddenly how lonely she 
had been for the past years. It had been a fine idea taking him along, a 
very fine idea. At least she could remember days of sharing; it wasn't all 
loneliness. 

The last of ebbing waves washed on shore, leaving a bubbly patch of froth in 
its stead, and Pat withdrew her hand and straightened up, then struggled 
against the rock and reached up to unbutton the top button of her blue 
uniform. Today would be the last day she would be wearing it. 

Beneath her tight dress her lushly ripe red breasts throbbed, the tiny buds 
of her nipples hardening. She heard her breath coming faster now, and 
wondered if Kim noticed anything. Once again she felt the terrible urge to 
touch him, to fondle him, and she shut her eyes fighting back the 
temptation. She squirmed against the seat as the wetly throbbing excitement 
up between her legs grew in intensity. Her skirt rode up with the wind over 
her full sensuous thighs, exposing their naked richness to Kim's eyes. She 
ought to pull it down, she told herself, ought to act the prim nurse. But 
something held her back, some hint of evil in her heart made her freeze into 
immobility like a marble statue, while the youth's eyes remained riveted to 
the smooth white flesh that showed above the cap of her knee. 

It had been like that in the jeep, she remembered, and the memory of that 
moment brought back the almost unendurable agony she felt. Her hands 
trembled in her lap, and in her anguish and need she reached out again to 
the boy beside her, taking his hand in hers. Almost unconsciously she drew 
it toward her, drew it to her quivering breasts, letting it touch first one 
and then the other. 

The contact sent little sparks shooting through her veins that set her on 
fire. She saw that Kim trembled too, that his own excitement was growing 
just as hers was. Oh dear God! Danger ahead, as dangerous as any mortar 
shell could ever be. Yet she had pressed the button. She couldn't stop 
herself! 

Her head whirled now, spinning as it had moments ago in the jeep, and the 
harrowing memory of Chad's lovemaking washed over her mind again, sending 
sexual waves through her. The thought of Kim's swelling manhood seemed to 
push everything out of her mind, and she knew now only her insatiable desire 
for it. Yes, she wanted to strip the boy, to touch his warm trembling flesh, 
to hold him close to her. 

She sucked in her breath, struggling against this shocking and illicit 
perversion. He's only a child, she told herself. Only a child! 

But another voice answered her. And I'm a woman. A woman! With a woman's 
needs and a woman's desires...And I need and desire this young orphan boy. 

She shuddered almost convulsively, fighting to restrain herself. And then at 
last she knew that she could not be denied. 

"Kim" she said softly, pulling his eager young face close to her own. "Oh, 
Kim!" 

Her lips pressed passionately against his, and that first illicit touch 
caused her love-starved body to burst into flames. And then she felt his 
tongue as it pressed against her own wet mouth, felt it slip between her 
moistly trembling lips, felt it as it swirled against her own tongue. It 
sank deep into the warm moist cavern, and the touch of the boy's tongue 
against her own sent spasms of ecstasy up and down her spine. She leaned 
back, hoping against hope that Kim would continue...that he would slip his 
hand beneath the elastic band of her panties, finding her throbbing little 
clitoris hidden beneath her sparse pubic hair and touch it, caressing it 
until it exploded in rapture. She wanted him to part the fleshy lips of her 
wetly pulsating cunt, wanted him to insert a finger deep into her hot 
excited hole, wanted him to...oh, God, she thought. She wanted him to make 
love to her! 

Pat managed to gasp. "Oh, no, no. . . we shouldn't. . . " but she made no 
effort to really stop the boy who seemed now as lust-incited as herself. 

She leaned back against the rock once more, feeling the terrible 
constriction of the clothes she still wore. She wanted to strip them off, 
wanted to feel her full young breasts burst free, feel the cool sea air pass 
across them. But no, she told herself, no! The pleasure, overwhelming as it 
might be, was still forbidden. 

Forbidden! Yet, in her agitated state the word meant nothing. She knew she 
had to enjoy this young boy's flesh now, knew that she must take him into 
her...keep him there, hold him as their mutual excitement mounted...until 
the two became one. 

"Oh, no, we shouldn't," the trembling nurse said again. "Oh, no, we 
shouldn't." It was a useless plea; Kim would not understand. 

But she took his hand again, guiding it to her excitedly throbbing breasts. 
A nod of her head informed him of what he was to do and, understanding 
implicitly, he slipped it down into the deep vee of her uniform, slipped it 
beneath her soft and fragile fabric of her lacy white nylon brassiere. 

She moaned softly as his fingers gently touched the sensitive nakedness of 
one full mounded breast, moving across the smooth skin, circling the 
firmness until at last he reached her erect little nipple. He took it 
between his thumb and forefinger, teasing and taunting while new waves of 
the same forbidden pleasure crashed through Pat's heatedly aroused body. 
With a loud moan, she realized that she had lost all reason. The shy, 
reticent nurse had become a raging woman, all knowledge of good and evil, of 
right and wrong gone. 

She knew nothing but the wanton pleasure of the moment, the unrelenting 
desire that encompassed her and stroked her sensual nerves to a fever-pitch 
of excitement. Everything faded from her mind but the thought of her 
mounting passion. 

As if unaware of what she was doing-as if she had chosen to disregard her 
moralistic and fine upbringing-the frantic nurse suddenly began unbuttoning 
the front of her nurses' uniform and pulled her arms free of it. Moaning 
low, she turned her back to Kim, indicating that he was to unhook her 
brassiere, to remove it from her proudly up-thrust breasts. 

She managed to look up, to stare into Kim's deep, liquid eyes; they were 
glazed with a lewd excitement that she never would have expected of him, and 
she knew that he, too, was now beyond thought, beyond reason. She nodded, 
giving the boy her permission, going beyond that to signal her demand that 
he strip her, and then she felt his clumsy young fingers fumbling with the 
small steel hooks of her brassiere. He struggled briefly, said something she 
couldn't understand in Vietnamese, and then at last...at last, the 
restricting garment fell free. Pat sighed audibly, her voice throaty, and 
pulled Kim's head close to her, crushing his wet young mouth against her 
warm soft breasts. She sighed again and then felt the transcendental joy of 
his moistly ovaled lips enclose one taut nipple, his tongue shooting out to 
caress it wetly. His lips closed over the little bud, as hard as a berry 
now, and he began to suck on it as if he wanted to extract the last drop of 
sweetness from it. 

The wanton waves of excitement mounting in Pat's body crashed over her, 
enveloping her almost completely. She seemed to bob against them, feeling 
the explosive happiness spill forth. And then she let her legs splay outward 
obscenely, waiting for the electrifying moment when Kim's fingers would part 
her soft pubic hair and slip slowly between the full fleshy lips of her 
cunt. She sucked in her breath in delight at the obscene thought, and 
imagined the moment when his hard young cock would enter her, fucking deep 
inside her belly, surging through her hotly clasping cuntal walls. 

She wiggled backwards on the hard rock, inviting him to slip his shaking 
hands down beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, to explore the most 
secret flesh of her being, to trail his fingers down over her hips and 
thighs. No word was spoken, and yet the boy seemed to know 
instinctively-after a long, pregnant pause she felt his inexperienced hands 
upon her flesh. And then a sudden knowledge of her own evil seemed to rush 
through her, breaking over her like a roaring wave until she felt as if she 
were submerged by it, drowning in it. God, she was corrupting this young 
orphan-the very child she had sought to protect-taking his innocence away 
from him. 

She gasped for breath and pushed Kim away, shaking her head and moaning 
incoherently. "No," she whimpered. "No, I can't." 

Kim drew away from her in surprise and she squirmed, pulling her skirt down, 
searching for her bra, putting it on, then slipping her arms through the 
gaping sleeves of her uniform. She turned to look at the boy and saw the 
passion, deep and seething, in his young face. Oh, God! What had she done? 
She had lost all control. 

She couldn't bring herself to answer that question. She knew only one thing 
now and that was that she must get away from here, get away from this youth 
who filled her with this lewd perverted desire. 

She scooped up her shoes in one hand, rescuing them from the wet sand, then 
slid off the rock and hurried down the beach, the cooling breezes calming 
her fevered heart. She hurried toward the little waves that lapped against 
the pebbled shore of the sea, embroidering it with a lacy fringe. She stood 
there trembling almost uncontrollably for a long while, trying to understand 
what it was that was happening to her. Pat breathed deeply of the cool, 
misty air taking it into her lungs, holding it there, rejoicing in its pure 
and refreshing substance. And when she was calm again, subdued and in full 
control, she let her shoes drop onto the pebbled ground and sat down next to 
them. 

She felt grateful for her escape from such an ultimate evil and relaxed, her 
mind beginning to clear at last. And then she felt, rather than heard, Kim's 
timid approach as he came quietly, cat-like along the path she herself had 
trodden. She sensed his presence as he stood behind her, knew 
instinctively-it was hardly necessary to turn and look-that he had dropped 
to his knees, and that he was sitting next to her, staring into space as she 
was, over the vast sea of blue. 

The lovely young nurse knew, without looking, that he was still trembling 
with desire for her, knew that she had lit a flame which could never be 
extinguished, had awakened a longing that could not be denied. She had done 
this to him, and she was evil to cause him such torment. God! She had been 
the aggressor. Not him! Pat felt him inching closer to her, and when at last 
his strong young arms snaked around her shoulders, she knew that she must 
give herself to him freely. It was meant to be; there was no fighting fate. 

Once again, but now as if he could not restrain himself and not at all as if 
the incitement came from her, he slipped his nimble fingers down beneath her 
bra. Pat gasped for breath as she waited for the electrifying moment when 
his steel-strong young fingers would touch the smooth soft skin of her naked 
breast. And when they did, when she felt the electric contact which set off 
new waves of quivering excitement in her voluptuous young body, she was 
unable to summon the least amount of resistance. Oh, dear God! She wanted 
this so much...she longed for it...she craved the pressure of his mouth 
against hers, the feel of his lithe young body against her wildly throbbing 
breasts, her quivering thighs. 

She sighed ecstatically as he trailed his fingers over the warm nakedness of 
her breast, as he cupped and kneaded it. And then throwing aside all her 
doubts and uncertainties, she let herself submit completely. With a little 
gasp of pleasured anguish she began to strip off her clothing almost as she 
had done before. But now there was nothing to stop her, nothing to hold her 
back. All that existed in the world was this moment of wonder when at last 
she would be joined with this young boy in the ultimate ecstasy. 

She dropped the encumbering garments nearby, then sucked in her breath as 
Kim moved closer...at last...at long last...to slip his hands beneath the 
waistband of her panties, to pull them quickly and expertly down over her 
trembling hips and thighs. She moved from side to side, helping him to ease 
them the length of her eagerly trembling body, and then she stretched out 
her own hands to help the boy undress. 

Her hands stopped suddenly as it touched the lurching bulge of flesh beneath 
his pants. He wants me, Pat thought. He wants me! With an abrupt movement 
the lust-crazed nurse found the zipper and pulled it down, then slipped her 
hand beneath his trousers to feel his burgeoning young cock. Her heart was 
filled with pleasure now, and her naked young body vibrated in tune to his, 
like a violin string tuned too high. 

She helped the youth strip, just as he had helped her. She unbuttoned his 
cotton shirt, feeling his warm bare tawny flesh beneath her own shivering 
hand, then reached down to unbuckle his belt. Her hand slowly encircled his 
young cock, then drew it out. But suddenly she grew impatient. "I want to 
see you as naked as I am." 

He helped her as she pulled the rest of his easily removable clothes off. He 
had held his eyes closed almost since he had appeared to her beside the 
ocean and sat down beside her. But now he opened them and sucked in his 
breath at the sight of his lovely nurse beside him. He had never seen a 
woman with red hair before he met Pat. 

He had seen women naked before, seductively so, as the nurses at the 
orphanage lounged in their private tents forgetful of the flapping canvas 
opening that served as a door. He and his friends had snuck out of bed many 
times to watch the 'late night show' as they'd come to call it. Kim 
remembered, still with a small qualm of guilt, the girl from Hue he had 
taken out for a walk on a late Saturday afternoon. Her name was Kyo, and the 
only reason he'd asked her for the walk was that all his friends had told 
him she was a real firecracker. What they'd said had turned out to be 
correct, and she had been more than willing. . . delighted even...to 
half-strip for him and to lie back and to take his warm throbbing cock deep 
into her own pulsating little cunt. 

It had been over very quickly, and Kim had to admit that it hadn't been very 
exciting or satisfying. Then she had gone back to the girls dormitory of the 
orphanage, leaving him with not much more than the memory of her soft tawny 
buttocks undulating and the moment when he had shot his boiling sperm deep 
into her belly. 

And now he was alone and stripped naked, completely naked, with this 
marvelous woman who had begged him to strip naked with her. The ocean 
breezes played across his golden skin, raising goose bumps half from desire 
and half from the sensual feeling as it breezed over his naked body. He 
groaned aloud as her small, long-fingered hand encircled his hotly pulsating 
cock, and he saw the tiny drops of lubricating fluid that oozed from its tip 
in his mounting lust. As her soft white hand began to massage it, to stroke 
it, drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, he watched as if mesmerized. 

Suddenly the beautiful red-headed nurse leaned over to flick her tiny pink 
tongue out, attempting to lick away the moisture at the tip. Kim gasped and 
reached for her full swaying breasts, cupping them in both hands as he felt 
their nipples, hard and pulsating again, pressing into his palms. He was in 
heaven! No dream, no time-wasting day dream could have compared to the 
rapture he felt at this moment. It was like the American movies they showed 
at the orphanage on Saturday nights. 

Pat's head seemed to go down and down...almost forever...as she opened her 
lovely mouth around his lust-swollen cock-head and slide her wetly ovaled 
lips over, the throbbing shaft of virile flesh. She sucked his cock deep 
into her warm wet mouth, then her tongue lashed against the heavy-veined 
flesh. 

Oh God! It was better than anything! Kim had never felt anything like this, 
and he could scarcely control his quivering body as her soft wet lips warmly 
encircled his cock and then sucked their way to its very tip until finally 
the point of her tongue taunted the tip of it. 

The hot and searing blood raced frantically through his limbs, and then 
suddenly his hot, hungry mouth was all over her face and lips, his tongue 
sinking deeply into her open mouth as his hands greedily kneaded and 
explored the naked contours and crevices of her milky white flesh. 

Chills ran the length of his spine as she pulled her face away to begin 
sucking again on his quivering cock, sending it to a painful hardness. She 
sucked until he thought he would go out of his mind, until suddenly she 
moved up and began kissing him passionately on the mouth again. Her tongue 
shot deep into his mouth, finding his tongue and sucking gently on it, 
nibbling sharply at it to send an exquisite agony of pleasure rippling 
through him. 

She turned and lifted herself now, then rolled over to lie on top of her 
naked young lover, madly fucking her tongue in and out of his mouth, 
crushing him tight to her and running her hand exploringly down his lean 
flesh, searching eagerly into his private hollows. 

She felt his eager young cock pressing against her thighs and almost 
savagely, felt it poised, pulsating and ready now, the warm and swollen head 
against the narrow hair-lines slit of her cunt. In a moment, she 
thought...in a moment his virilely hardened young cock would plunge deep 
inside her...and with a sudden insatiable desire she rolled over to lie 
beside the fifteen year old boy. As she did so, Pat lifted her hips off the 
sand, put her arms beneath her buttocks, and with both hands spread her 
feverishly throbbing cuntal lips wide to receive him. 

A second later the naked young redheaded nurse felt the first searing 
contact of her sensitive cuntal flesh with his rigidly heated young cock, 
then caught the throbbing member tightly between her thighs as she dropped 
her buttocks back onto the sand. 

Kim's head spun in wonder at the excited pleasure of the moment. He trailed 
his hands over the soft curves of his beautiful nurse's naked body as she 
began a slow, rhythmic undulation. He felt the long smooth muscles and cords 
beneath his hands as her flesh rippled slightly, and he could already 
imagine the feel of her tightly gripping thighs that would grip "his 
buttocks when he sank his youthful hardness deep into her. 

Pat writhed her flat belly tight up to him and moaned as he worked his hands 
beneath her to cup the fullness of her ass-cheeks, drawing her loins up even 
closer to him. He began to move up and down, slowly sliding his 
lust-hardened shaft of flesh along the full length of her widespread pussy 
lips that grew more wet with each splashing wave. Gradually, her firm full 
buttocks began a frantic rotation up against his loins until at last her 
long lithe legs shot out to the sides of his naked body and her calves 
pressed against the back of his thighs as she tried to pull him into her. 

Moaning, the naked red-headed nurse reached down to grab his virilely 
throbbing cock and guide it further between the fleshy, hair-lined lips of 
her cunt, while Kim groaned in wild delight at her touch. And then, with a 
quick sure movement of his hips, he drove his long hard cock deep into the 
tight grasping hole of her hotly quivering cunt. 

"Ooooooohhh, yes, baby. like that. Fuck me...like that." Pat moaned, almost 
out of her mind with the sheer wonderment of the pleasure that swept through 
her cock-hungry loins. Her moist velvet passage walls encased his pulsating 
rock-hard flesh with an amazing tightness, and now it was the youth's turn 
to shrilly cry out his ecstasy. 

He began to thrust wildly, sending his long aching cock up into her wetly 
clasping pussy with ever more vigorous strokes. As he drove and pounded, the 
way was eased by the flow of her cuntal lubricating fluid until finally the 
blood-inflated head of his youthful organ was scraping against her cervix. 

Pat whimpered in torment and lewdly twisted beneath him, impaling herself 
now even deeper on the thick heavy cock that probed the fiery depths of her 
joyously rippling belly. It was obvious that the boy was enjoying the sheer 
power of his position over this beautiful American nurse, and he grinned in 
lewd triumph as he flexed the head of his cock again and again, causing her 
to moan between clenched teeth. 

Pat strained up against him, arching her loins as he began thrusting with 
ever increasing intensity deep into her wetly clasping pussy. She was 
moaning rhythmically now, screwing her trembling ass cheeks back down 
against the sand. As she felt the rapture growing in her loins, she opened 
her legs to their fullest so that the handsome teenaged boy might have 
greater access to her moist inner passage, could embed his youthful cock to 
the hilt in her cuntal hole. 

Suddenly Kim sensed his eagerly throbbing cock swelling and growing until it 
seemed that it would at last burst from his sheer joy. His sperm-bloated 
balls smacked repeatedly against her anus, and he groaned as he slaved above 
her, trying with all his might to satisfy the wildly thrashing older woman 
before he came. 

Pat wailed and began to twist beneath him, and her lewd pleading incited him 
further; he fucked harder, grinding his pelvis even deeper into her tightly 
quivering pussy. With a sudden sense of teenaged pride, he realized that she 
was now straining up against him, her mouth open wide, her eyes blank and 
unseeing. God, he was going to make her cum! He fucked harder and deeper 
into her moistly heated flesh as she moaned incessantly. Her legs tightened 
around his hips and then released and she began to work up and down with his 
wildly throbbing cock while her head tossed from side to side and her mouth 
fell open in wild abandon. 

And then, abruptly, the passion mounted beyond anything Pat had felt for 
three long, man-less years. Her moment of release came like a rolling wave 
of thunder, and she curled her toes, willing it-wanting it! And then she 
could resist no longer and she was groaning over and over again. "Ooooooh, 
my God!" 

From somewhere, so far away that it seemed surely to be a million miles away 
from her, she felt the boy's eager cock flexing against her cervix as he 
began fucking into her convulsing cunt like a maniac. Equally distant, she 
could hear her own obscene chant, "Oh, God, I'm cumming...I'm cummmiinngg!" 

As the nakedly thrashing red-headed nurse wailed, she pulled her thighs back 
until all of her greedy little cuntal slit was held up to the youth to be 
used as he wanted. Kim felt the pressure growing in his sperm-filled 
testicles, felt the while hot semen jerking out, spurting up the long length 
of his rigid young cock to spew from its tip deep inside his nurse's soft 
warm cunt. 

He quivered ecstatically as he felt Pat's spasmodic cuntal contractions 
beneath him, and he continued fucking in and out of her tight little pussy 
until at last he was empty. He sighed deeply, feeling the warm fluid seep 
out between her thighs, bathing his now deflating cock in its moistness. 
With a deep sigh he withdrew at last and rolled over beside the hoarsely 
breathing older woman-stretching out, exhausted as she was, content as she 
was, too, to lie there beside her on the warm sands. 

Jesus, he thought with a fierece pride in his own budding manhood. I made 
her cum! I made her cum! 

Further down the beach, squatting next to their water-filled fish bucket, 
two Vietnamese fishermen exchanged curious looks, wondering who the two 
people were sunbathing on the beach. They either had to be young or rich, 
they guessed in silent repose; who else would have time for such leisure? 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Life is funny, mused Pat, sinking down in the sun-warmed vinyl of the car 
seat and resting her head on the warm, scratchy pile of the head rest, while 
watching the traffic snarl in and out of lanes impatiently. How could two 
countries be so different? She wondered, feeling the strain of a fast-paced 
society catching up with her after a three year reprieve. Weary from the 
long, tedious plane ride from Saigon, via London, Pat stretched out her 
muscle-taut legs and drew in a deep breath, releasing it in a sigh. 

The scenery now narrowed to the long cement ribbon of freeway, connecting 
the airport with the greater metropolis of Boston's suburbs. Chad's 

Toyota braked to a halt at the freeway underpass, then swerved in a tight 
right hand turn heading for the off-ramp. Pat studied her boy friend as his 
strong hand reached for the gear shift and pulled it into third. Chad hadn't 
aged a bit in her three year absence; he still looked as handsome as she'd 
remembered him, with his thick, dark, wavy hair that blew over his tanned 
forehead as he drove...something of the macho in him causing an uneasy 
feeling in her body. Seven years older than herself, he was thirty-five...a 
very distinguished thirty-five, with no hint of a paunch and no strands of 
gray hair in his thick dark forest. 

"How you feeling, honey?" Chad asked, a hint of concern in his husky voice. 

"It's different," Pat's smile was not convincing as she tried to imagine 
herself at home again among the towering skyscrapers poking up in the far 
distance. "It's all so different from Viet Nam," she ventured timidly as she 
nodded to the clusters of billboards lining the freeway. Everyone seemed so 
frantic and undirected. She inched toward the center of the seat despite the 
restriction of the separated seats, taking comfort from the fact that she 
was not alone in this vast noisy metropolis. It had been such a relief to 
see Chad's scrubbed, clean-cut face among the hundreds of people jammed 
together in the airport terminal. 

Wait until rush hour," laughed Chad. "Sometimes it takes me two hours to 
drive to school. Doesn't make sense somehow." Sensing her confusion and 
uncertainty, not to mention the awesome fatigue of her jet-lagged body, he 
squeezed her shoulders, trying to pull her closer. "Don't worry, baby, 
you'll feel right at home in a day or two." He grinned at her discomfiture. 
"You know the whole world isn't like Viet Nam...." 

But Pat wasn't listening to a word he was saying, her mind was concentrating 
against her will on Kim. Lazily, she blinked her eyes against the sun, 
wondering what strange, alien power had ever overwhelmed her into making 
love to that young boy? Why couldn't she have waited? Her better judgment 
demanded an answer. One day...just one day and her homecoming could have 
been a perfect reunion. Now she'd spoiled it all. And worst of all, what 
would Chad think of her if he knew? Pat pushed the fearful thought to the 
darkest comer of her mind and concentrated instead on the TR 4 blazing along 
on the freeway beside them, a young man grinding his gears in wasted 
efforts. In her fatigue, everything, including Chad seemed like a 
hallucination. Nothing was real...only a dream, and she a dreamer, fast 
asleep in a world of emotions. 

Trying to feel in touch with something around her, desperately trying to 
make something real, she peeked coyly up at Chad from below her long, silky 
lashes, and smiled sweetly, knowing the influence of her breathtaking beauty 
over him. Finally she said, "It's going to seem so strange having nothing to 
do after being busy for so long." Pat sighed heavily, blowing a wispy curl 
away from her left eyebrow. 

"It's taken care of baby," Chad grinned at her, his blue eyes sparkling like 
the South China Sea. 

"Hmm?" she looked up at him quizzically. 

"I have a job lined up for you if you want it." Pat sat up erect, feeling a 
bit dizzy from the sudden movement. "They're still looking for a nurse at 
the school I've been teaching at. Jefferson Junior High. I told them you 
might be interested." He paused, a concerned expression clouding his face. 
"But you might think twice before taking it," he cautioned. "They've been 
having lots of racial problems since the bussing was enforced. The Chinese 
hate the Blacks and the Puerto Ricans fight the Chicanos. And the Whites 
hate everybody," Pat forced a laugh. "Anyway, it's yours if you want it." 

"That's fantastic, Chad. I really appreciate your concern." She nestled up 
against him, hoping she had not alienated him by her apparent coldness 
moments before. 

Marveling at her unusual display of affection, Chad let his hand drift from 
the steering wheel to her shoulder, stroking the full downward slope of her 
ripely jutting right breast. He slid his leg several inches across the seat 
and carefully let it rest against the warmth of her supple curved thigh, 
still amazed at her silent acceptance of his presumption. Pat had never been 
terribly affectionate, usually seeming aloof in her own dream world. 

"It's been a long time, huh?" Pat jolted at his insinuation, feeling a 
twinge of guilt overriding her warmth for her boy friend. What would he 
think if he knew she'd make love to a fifteen year old boy only the day 
before? And worst of all, that one afternoon of lovemaking had quelled the 
desire in her to be touched, to be loved, and cuddled. 

His palm casually grazed the softness of her small rounded nipple beneath 
the thin layers of her clothing. "I've really missed you, you know, but 
we'll make up for it tonight." 

Alerted by his deep quickening breath and the increasing insistence of his 
touch, Pat quickly pulled away, suddenly afraid that she had planted ideas 
in his head. Chad chuckled at her gesture, confident for the first time that 
she might be invulnerable to his sexual attentions. 

Pat sighed in annoyance and moved back to the far end of the car seat. Even 
if Chad did love her, he acted now too much like other men had at times. At 
least Kim had been gentle, not demanding as Chad was being now. Still, her 
sensitively stiffened nipples still tingled from the touch of his brushing 
hand, she decided that she would not be handled like that again. She was 
tired, aching from lack of sleep and distance too quickly closed; sex was 
the last thing she had on her mind right now, and it annoyed her to think 
that Chad could be so course as to expect a response from her so early in 
their newly renewed relationship. Then, too, there was the memory of 
Kim...But she would say nothing about that, despite the way her body alerted 
to the memory of his affectionate love. 

Half an hour later, Pat was standing in the shower of her parent's house, 
scrubbing off the fatigue and tightness that burdened her body from the 
crown of her head to the tips of her painted toe nails. Chad had gone home 
to his own apartment, only three blocks away, and Pat was savoring her first 
taste of privacy, feeling somewhat separated from the house she had spent 
the majority of her years in, and further yet from the reality of being in 
America. She stood there statuesque, letting the needle pricks of the hot 
water torture her naked body. It seemed only natural that she should run her 
hands over her fully ripened body, massaging it back to full consciousness 
in a quest for identity. The Pat Keefer she knew in Viet Nam was another 
woman now, a different speck of humanity mentioning in a faster paced 
society that demanded newand different reactions from the orphanage nurse 
who could dote all her love to the children. 

Yes, she thought, I should take that job in the school. I don't think I 
could stand doing nothing, reasoned Pat, massaging the slippery froth into 
her secret recesses up between her legs, gently probing the deep narrow 
crevice between her firmly curving buttocks and into her pubic area. As soft 
waves of pleasure rippled upward through her belly, she turned her attention 
to her softly swelling breasts, plucking at the rosy peaks and watching as 
they changed from tender pinkness to brightly crimson buds that stiffened 
excitedly under her fingertips. She slipped one hand, creamy with soap, down 
through the soft dark vee of sparsely curling pubic hair up between her full 
firm thighs. Even though shuddering with excitement, she abruptly stopped 
the thrilling manipulations. Her parents were gone for the week, staying at 
their summer home on the island. Chad would be back and she wanted to be 
dressed and decent when he arrived. 

She heard the doorbell ring as she stepped from the shower stall, its loud 
buzz only a fly-buzz in the upstairs bathroom. Quickly wrapping her robe 
around her body, Pat hurried down the carpeted steps to the front door. It 
was Chad, a big broad grin on his handsome face. 

"Hello, baby," he beamed as his eyes greedily feasted on the dripping girl's 
luscious half-naked body. Over anxious, he reached out to catch Pat's 
voluptuously retreating form, drawing her into a passionate embrace. "Hey, 
that's the first kiss I've had yet." 

"Chad, not yet! I can't stand around like this. What would the neighbors 
think?" She shot a frown in the direction of the O'Brien's next door. "You 
can kiss me when I'm dressed...Chad, I mean it. Let go of me!" she protested 
before his mouth muffled her soft sensuous lips as he pressed them hard in a 
deeply searching kiss. Pat struggled as his tongue plunged hotly into her 
mouth, deeply exploring the sweet wet cavern. Fighting to free herself, from 
his grip, she tore her face away and angrily said, "Don't be so crude, Chad. 
Show a little class would you?" Stalking furiously into the house, she flung 
her robe-wrapped body face down on the couch. 

Kim would have never acted that way, she thought with lack of love. 
Americans...they're so crude, so insistent. No love, just sex. That's all 
they want and they don't even know how to get it tactfully, she thought, 
hating herself for being so impolite herself. 

Chad followed her into the living room and, willing his aroused body to 
calmness, said consolingly, "Baby, I'm so sorry. It's just that after three 
years I'm really ready for you. You know I respect you. Christ, I wouldn't 
have stuck my neck out to get you a job if I hadn't. I love you, Pat." He 
gently rubbed her neck, massaging into her tight muscles, until her shapely 
body relaxed. "It's just that you're even more beautiful than I remembered 
you being, and I just couldn't help myself." 

And it was true. In Pat's three year absence Chad had dated no one, loved no 
other woman, but made love to a few. Acquaintances were all they were; no 
relationship, nothing continuing. He had Pat, or so he thought. He needed 
nothing more. But now those near celibate years were catching up with him, 
and the woman responsible for his sexless existence, torturous for a man his 
age, was rejecting him. 

As she sat up, her robe gaped open at the neck, exposing one lushly formed 
breast still bouncing from the force of her movement. Chad's eyes locked on 
the magnificent expanse of white rounded flesh that spilled out of her robe, 
the ruby-tipped mound bobbing enticingly only a few feet from his face. 
Blushing hotly, Pat tried to stuff the quivering breast back into the 
protective covering of the robe. His gentlemanly resolves fading, Chad 
reached out to grasp her smooth sloping shoulders and pulled her forcefully 
down on the sofa. He'd put it off long enough, and now it was time to 
realize his dreams. 

"Chad! Don't be absurd! Let go of me this instant!" She writhed under his 
grip, but he pinned her arms to the sofa and pressed one leg over her wildly 
squirming torso. 

"Listen, baby," he said panting, "You've been pooh-poohing and oh-Chadding 
at me for three years and now that you're back you're too high and mighty to 
have anything to do with Chad. Isn't that it?" he said, his breath hotly 
beating on her cheek. "You're spoiled rotten, that's your problem. You want 
everything when you want it and to hell with everybody else. But life's not 
like that. You think it's all a fairy tale," he rasped, his voice lowered 
threateningly. "You just don't understand what happens to a man who's been 
waiting for a woman for three years, only to be told 'not now, not now'. " 

He tore the robe away from her luscious body, smugly eyeing her full wide 
spaced breasts and softly curving belly and buttocks. Her smooth unblemished 
skin rippled lightly as she struggled beneath his hands. The young nurse's 
pleading protests were stopped for the second time that evening as his lips 
ground brutally onto her full-lipped mouth, his tongue prying open her teeth 
to slip wetly into the warm depths of her mouth. She moaned as his tongue 
snaked back, then his insistent sucking drew out her tongue involuntarily 
into her own moist cavity. 

Forcing both arms into the iron-like custody of one of his strong hands, he 
brought his other down to her deeply heaving breasts, first gently stroking 
the velvety round contours, then clawing tenaciously as if to wrest the 
succulent melon-like breasts from her body. She thrashed frantically beneath 
his weight, but he went on diabolically probing at the resiliently cushiony 
flesh of her breasts, then working up until his fingertips met at the 
sensitively stiffening nipples, pinching and tweaking them until they were 
no longer tiny pillows of pale pink but deep rose hardened points thrusting 
up to meet his touch. 

Chad lifted his head from hers, only to dive his mouth down quickly on her 
nakedly trapped breast, still squeezing its twin with his other hand. Pat 
pleaded again, "Please, darling, please, you're hurting me! It isn't 
fair...let me go!" 

Ignoring her cries, he bit hard on the rose nipple he was sucking and 
nibbling to throbbingly alive erection. Her fear was compounded by the lewd 
fever she felt rapidly growing to a raging fire in her struggling belly. She 
moaned again as his pinching fingers moved downward from her excitedly 
throbbing breast to the taunt plane of her belly. 

Pat strained uselessly against his imprisoning hands as she shifted 
positions, turning so that his knees held her slender shoulders and arms 
tightly against the sofa. A lewdly sadistic grin twisted his face as he 
reached down the pale skin of her nakedly trembling body to tease at the 
dark red tendrils of pubic hair that bordered the narrow cuntal cleft 
between her tightly crossed legs. 

Looking up at the seat of his trousers, close above her face, the young 
nurse saw the outline of her boy friend's rapidly rising cock straining 
outward. The cloth was already stained with the dark streaks of seminal 
fluid leaking out around the hardening tip of his lustfully excited cock. 
Then, his hand dipped down into the secret area of her hair-lined sex, 
forcing apart her violently trembling thighs. As his fingers nippled cruelly 
at the soft fleshy outer lips of her cunt, Pat's fear overcame her budding 
passion. Her mind racing, she tried to think of a means of escape, a vague 
strategy developing as she lay helplessly a naked captive on her own sofa. 

"Oh, darling, please don't touch me there. Now, now, not like this." She 
spoke huskily, pretending to be overcome by lust. "I'll do anything you 
want, only please don't force me like this. You've never done anything like 
this before, Chad." She gasped as his outstretched middle finger inched up 
into her tightly teased cuntal slit. In spite of her revulsion, the lewdly 
probing finger sent hot waves of forbidden desire pounding through her. 
Steeling herself against the wicked temptation to succumb to his fingering 
manipulations, she murmured softly, "Why don't you take your clothes off, 
too? I want to make you happy." 

Chad looked down at her desirable body, overcome with a feeling of obscene 
power, and decided that he had conquered the haughty little rich girl at 
last. Her apparently willing body relaxed as he loosened his hold. "Hurry, 
darling," she breathed. "I want you now." She heaved her smoothly rounded 
abdomen up against the hand that now stroked the hair-lined lips of her 
pussy, convincing him that she was hungry for more pleasure then just the 
touch of his fondling hand could give her. 

He could wait no longer! Rising from the sofa, Chad tore open his belt and 
unbuttoned his trousers, exposing the blood-gorged head of his heatedly 
pulsating cock resting high on his belly. In seconds, the entire length of 
his pulsingly distended prick burst from its confinement, thrusting from the 
opening in his clothing. 

The young woman stared in horror as his pants dropped to his knees and the 
monstrously club-like shaft of his male flesh jutted from its nest of wiry 
pubic hair. This was her chance to get away, the moment she had been waiting 
for. Pat suddenly rolled off the sofa and flew toward the stairwell. Tears 
of anger and shame running down her face, she shrieked: "Get out! You're 
nothing but a creep!" 

Before she made it to the third step, Chad sprang away from the sofa, caught 
her and brutally turned her face to his, catching her mouth in a fiercely 
savage kiss, his tongue immediately stabbing into her soft sensuous mouth 
and probing the hotly moist surfaces, lips bruised against hers. The 
frightened girl went rigid and tried to pull away, moaning and protesting, 
twisting in his arms, but he held her easily and continued to wantonly 
French kiss her until she thought her very breath was being sucked out of 
her. 

Pat's head was swimming, her whole body shaking violently from the warmth 
and fierceness of Chad's strong arms and mouth. She felt shudders of 
horrifyingly sensual anticipation ripple through her young naked flesh. It 
was insane...horrible...wrong...immoral! Oh, God! Her brain recoiled and 
sent out frantic silent screams of astonished protests, but her villainously 
responding body was gradually ceasing to struggle as the hot scintillating 
streaks of pleasure raced through her vulnerable skin and veins and nerves. 

"Ooooohhhh...Noooooo...Chad...Noooooo...." she breathed, finally finding the 
strength to wrench herself free of her lust-maddened boy friend's moistly 
kissing tongue and mouth. 

Chad drew in a panting breath, his hands still biting into her helplessly 
aroused flesh. "What are you going to do about it? It's goddamned time you 
did something about it. I've waited long enough and I don't intend to be put 
off." 

His cock throbbed persistently as he studied her. "You could chuck 
everything of course, but you'll be sorry." 

"But.. . " 

Pat searched his eyes and was frightened by the greedy devouring gleam in 
them. "But-you promised it wouldn't make any difference if I went away for 
three years, Chad." Her voice was a shrill whine now. "I tried to get you to 
come over to Viet Nam. It wasn't my fault they wouldn't give you a work 
visa." 

"Yeah, well I stayed back here and played priest," he said hotly. "I'll bet 
you were fuckin' every doctor in the place." 

The nurse felt the insides of her belly turn, and a stunned and frightened 
shiver crept up her spine, sending a wet clamminess through her. She choked. 
"It's not my fault!" 

"You liked me kissing you," he insisted, throwing aside the subject of his 
three nearly sexless years without Pat, the years that had come back to 
haunt him now with a jealous rage because of her rejection. "And you're 
gonna like it even better when I finally sock it to ya!" 

"No...no. . . Chad, you can't do that!" She stammered, her head whirling. 

"It's time you made up for those three years, Pat!" he spat. 

The heartsick girl wept, but her sobs were choked off as Chad's hand dug 
lecherously into her hip. Unbelieving, Pat watched his fingers slowly move 
down her smooth curving thigh. Her nakedly frightened body jumped, the 
sobbing breath catching in her throat. She squirmed backwards, but he held 
her brutally, his huge distended cock pressing hard against her belly as his 
hands massaged her tensely quivering buttocks. His lust-swollen face was a 
scant few inches from her own, his breath hot against her mouth. She 
couldn't deny the obscene fascination he held her in, the almost hypnotic 
warmth his strong grasping hands produced, the salacious thrill of his cock 
poking so lewdly into her naked flesh. Neither could she ignore the fact 
that she wanted to be wooed into making love, not attacked and forced into 
it. 

Chad gasped. "God, but you're beautiful, Pat." 

She felt his hand against her hardening breasts, his thumb tips pressing 
firmly against her nipples. Looking down at the male hands kneading her 
breasts, the young nurse felt the rising tide of passion sweep away her 
defenses. If only he could be gentle, as gentle as Kim had been. 
"Please...." 

For answer she felt his lips crushing hers fiercely again as his hand 
slipped between their tight pressed bodies. Pushing her legs apart, he 
wormed a steadily shaking hand between her quivering thighs. She could feel 
it pressing against the softness of her silk-like cuntal hair. Her inner 
thighs were opened to his harshly probing touch. The early evening air 
grazed against her heated cunt, sending a ripple of horrified anticipation 
through her as Chad parted the sensitively alive lips of her pussy, tenderly 
slipping his extended middle finger into its warm wetness. 

Lewd tremors surged through the young nurse. She was alive with sheer 
sensation! Oh, never, never had she felt so aroused by Chad's domineering 
machismo. Cringing from her own rapidly building desires, she moaned, "Oh 
Chad, darling...don't do this to me! Not like this!" 

"I've waited long enough for this, Pat," her excited boy friend murmured as 
his head dropped, his mouth hungrily encasing one throbbing ruby-tipped 
nipple. He began to suck like a child after milk, and Pat thought her whole 
body was afire! She squirmed, her arms snaking around his neck, as she began 
to wrench her hips in uncontrolled desire against the obscenely probing 
finger. A momentary sense of shame at what she was doing swept over her even 
as the lewd unwanted desire agitated her body, while slowly and 
insinuatingly his finger probed deeper up inside her moistly throbbing 
pussy. 

She moaned aloud, struggling futilely against his hot burning lips and 
fingers. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhhh," she whimpered defenselessly, as he 
continued. "Ohhh...please don't," she sobbed. 

"I've been waiting too long, Pat...to long to be put off." 

The lewd statement shocked the young woman inwardly, but she also felt a 
strange masochistic excitement as he spoke the vile obscene word, "fuck." 
The tears were pouring down her face and shame was filling her like gall. 

Chad picked her up, his arm tight about her small girlish waist, and carried 
her helplessly up the steps. "I'll teach you what fucking is all about, 
baby, so help me!" he said huskily. 

He dropped her on the covers of her bed and she fell backwards, legs spread 
wide before his lascivious eyes. Sliding down between her ankles, he stared 
at her softly dark red pubic hair and the wetly throbbing lips of her 
splayed open cunt. They seemed to call out to him, to beg him to touch them, 
to kiss them, to tear them apart if he chose. The pounding hardness of his 
aroused cock made his loins ache, and his big hands dug into her wide parted 
thighs so fiercely that she whined from the lewd contact. 

And then he slithered forward, down upon the hair-lined slit up between her 
softly moistened cunt, and the shocking realization of what he was about to 
do made Pat recoil in sudden repugnance. If she let him do it, it would be 
erasing everything real and beautiful in their relationship. 

"No...no! You can't do that! It's not the time!" the young nurse moaned and 
twisted, but her impassioned boy friend's heavy grip held her fast. "PLEASE 
CHAD!" 

"I want to get you ready, baby. It's only fair that you should have it," 
Chad answered huskily, his eyes feasting hungrily on the full soft lips. 
edged so delicately with curling pubic hair. A droplet of her seeping pussy 
secretions moistened the petal-like lips, and her aroused clitoris peeked up 
at the wildly excited man like a morning bud. 

Pat watched petrified as he placed his thumb on her cuntal mound with a 
slowly deliberate motion and drew the soft curls of her pubic hair apart, 
exposing the glistening coral-colored flesh to his lust-inflamed gaze. She 
moaned in shame as he breathed against her, the hot air grazing her 
sensitive genitals, and then she gasped as she saw his lace drop and felt 
his tongue wetly probe her nakedly exposed cuntal softness. 

Her body responded automatically, convulsively jerking, a lewd groan 
involuntarily escaping from her throat before she ground her hips into the 
bed in an effort to get away from his long, hotly worming tongue. "Ohhh...my 
God...my God...." The bestial outrage continued upon her defenselessly 
sensitive cunt. Her stomach churned in conflicting repulsion and arousal as 
she wailed in animal-like passion when his tongue licked her inner thighs, 
then curled up around her clitoris, and snaked rapier-like in and out of her 
cringing pussy. "Ohhhh...dear God...stop...stop...." 

Chad shook his head negatively, plunging his tongue faster up the moistly 
dilating hole between her opened legs. The young nurse raised her head up 
and watched his obscene assault in horror, her mind aflame with the 
realization that her boy friend, the man she'd loved and trusted, was raping 
her. 

No, it couldn't be true! Chad couldn't do that! But the unwanted jolts of 
sinful pleasure vilely pervaded her whole being, proving to her that it was 
true, all too true, that she was being lewdly sucked, and eaten with all the 
animal-like intensity she'd been afraid lurked inside of Chad. It was vile, 
filthy, crude...and divine! 

Chad's hands slipped under her buttocks and cupped the firmly resilient 
flesh of her ass cheeks brutally, his tongue and mouth continuing to grind 
deeper and deeper into her cringing little pussy. Involuntarily her pelvis 
raised up making his tongue bury itself even deeper. The debased sucking 
sounds of his labors joined her sobs to fill the small room. His hands split 
her crevice between her writhing buttocks cheeks and then he was running an 
exploratory finger over her tight crinkled rectum. Pat clenched her hands 
uselessly into fists, her naked young body overcome by her boy friend's 
merciless abuse. 

Vaguely she thought of Kim and how gentle he had been with her, responding 
only to her needs and wishes. Dear, gentle Kim. But oh my God, it felt so 
good at the time! 

Chad heard her sharp gasp of pleasure as his hands roamed down the softly 
yielding crevice of her firm-fleshed buttocks. Surging with new-found power, 
he drew her legs up and around his neck, clasping her ankles together like 
some human necklace. He continued to orally fuck her, running his tongue 
around her excited clitoris in lewdly sensuous circles and flailing his head 
back and forth as he darted his tongue deep into her tight pulsating pussy, 
feeling her cuntal lips push against his mouth with a feverish intensity. 
Pat's buttocks spasmed beneath his touch as he touched her tender little 
anus again; she cried out deliriously as he probed the small opening with an 
extended middle finger. And, then, suddenly, he moved his mouth downward and 
closed in wetly on the brown budded hole. He knew she wanted to scream 
protests at him, but instead she moaned in helpless rapture as his tongue 
flicked excitedly against the tightly puckered anus. She closed her 
beautiful blue-green eyes as the sensual pleasure surged like wild licking 
flames through her. 

Goddamned snooty bitch! He'd had enough of her put-offs. By God, he wouldn't 
be insulted by her snobbery anymore. Rich women-they were all the same. They 
expected you to put up with their shit and when they were good and ready 
maybe...just maybe they would give you the time of day. Three years...three 
goddamned years of waiting and she was trying to put him off again? No way! 
But she was warming up nicely now. 

He'd never done anything like this before. Had never been anything but a 
perfect gentleman with her, and for a good reason. This beautiful woman was 
everything he had ever dreamed of-a lady to the fingertips in the drawing 
room (so different from those fern libbers dressed in overalls) and a raving 
whore in the bedroom. Shit! He'd played the perfect gentleman for her and 
her doting parents for too long, and now it was going to go his way. 

Christ! He'd missed so much as a young man born in the wrong generation. The 
high school kids he taught History to even fucked their damn heads off day 
and night. Why shouldn't he? 

"Don't...do that. . . Chad...no!" she sobbed softly, all the while pushing 
her trembling loins up closer to his mouth as he raped her tortured rectum 
with his long probing tongue. "Oh God...." she cried, pulling back, feeling 
the flesh of her breasts and stomach goosebump. The young nurse excitedly 
tossed from side to side, her total degradation overwhelming her. The 
horrifying realization that she had lost control of herself flooded her 
mind, arousing a sob of shameful humiliation. Chad licked on and on, moving 
from her rapidly moistening pussy to her rectal hole and back again with 
complete freedom, as Pat's body continued to burn, the nerve ends raw with 
lascivious pleasure. 

Suddenly she completely gave in to his lewd ministrations, stopped fighting 
the intense delight he was bringing to her as her nakedly defeated young 
body cried out for fulfillment, fulfillment she had too long been denied! 
Raising her desire-tensed pelvis to him, the thought came to her that at 
least he wasn't violating her-her precious secret parts were still 
untouched. Grinding her widespread cunt in frantic abandon against his face, 
she gave herself up to the lewd ungovernable fires burning in her pussy. It 
was his tongue doing this to her-at least, not that terrifying thick 
club-like thing dangling between his legs. 

Christ, how beautiful this night was going to be before it was over, Chad 
thought, grinding his long, heavily aching cock into the coverlet as his 
mouth worked greedily at her quivering cunt. As the softly wet silken pubic 
hair brushed tantalizingly against his cheeks, a strong feeling of power 
enveloped him. By God, the time for coy rejection was over! He was going to 
fuck" this beautiful young bitch right now! 

He'd figured to get her in the sack all right, one way or another, but never 
in his wildest dreams had he really expected her to turn so hot so fast, 
never really thought she'd be squirming lasciviously under his tongue like 
this...completely at his mercy...and her delectable young pussy loving every 
second of it! He brought her legs back down, savoring her helpless moans as 
he increased the lapping of his tongue, heatedly slashing it up and down her 
pulsating cuntal slit. He wondered for the thousandth time if she really was 
the coy woman she'd pretended to be...hell...maybe she was a latent nympho! 
All the better, he decided-he'd never seen a woman so hot before, and he 
knew it wasn't all from the few drinks they'd had at the airport. She just 
needed it as badly as he did. 

The school teacher was certain that already she was too far gone to resist 
anything he decided to do to her. As he licked and sucked at her tight 
little pussy mouth, he began to visualize obscenely erotic things he could 
perform at will on her receptive passion-filled body. Smiling inwardly, he 
felt her hands desperately entwining in his hair, manipulating his face 
harder toward the small clasping opening; then, she was pressing his mouth 
directly into the tight elastic-rimmed hole in her squirming cuntal plain. 
He complied, ovaling his lips and beginning to suck, alternating with deep 
tongue thrusts that brought a low guttural groan from the depths of her 
chest. The wetly clasping cuntal flesh slipped moist around his long, 
extended tongue as the walls of her pussy opened and closed automatically in 
a tiny sucking motion, trying to pull the invading tongue deeper and deeper 
into it! Christ, he'd never had anything like this in his life! 

Pat whimpered and moaned beneath his unbelievably ecstatic rapture of his 
voracious sucking and licking of her spasming cunt. She felt entirely out of 
control! Her whole pelvis was a whirlpool of seethingly swirling sensation! 
He kissed her gyrating cunt deeply while simultaneously forcing her smooth 
white thighs wider and wider apart. 

Her body began the slow agony of a building orgasm as Chad slithered 
lizard-like into her desire-drenched cuntal hole. She writhed and twisted 
with almost fainting mewls of pleasure rising uncontrollably from her chest, 
her face wrung with lust and animalistic abandon. Oh my God, no wonder 
people even killed for this beautiful madness! 

This was it! This was it! "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhhhhh!" She chanted as her boy 
friend screwed her wildly convulsing cunt harder with his spearing tongue. 
Pat was vaguely aware of his groping hands teasing her breasts and rectum 
and clitoris like searing fingers of flame as she panted and wailed with 
raggedly gasping breath. His huge tongue burrowed relentlessly ever deeper, 
making her feverishly quaking body tingle from head to toe. It was a 
dream...a wild, heavenly nightmare! Oh, it was wonderful! It was 
fabulous...beautiful! 

She screamed, "I'm going to cum! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, I'm 
cummmmmmmiiinnnggg! Aaaaggghhhh!" And then she jerked and heaved abandonedly 
against him, pumping wildly as the hotly shooting spasms of orgasm tore 
through her, lifting her to another world! 

Pat gasped, moaning and twitching insanely beneath him. Chad saw the 
movement of her beautiful head, rolling back and forth in wantonness as his 
thrusting tongue shot out again, its tip flicking over her rigid little 
clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner cuntal lips 
deep into the voracious cavern of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its 
nerve-shattering licking against the sensitive quivering pleasure center 
between her legs. 

Oh Lord in heaven! She was lost. . . lost as she'd been on the beach 
yesterday. Destroyed forever, and she knew it! Why had her feminine desires 
come to the fore to haunt her now? Why after three years of celibacy had she 
suddenly turned into a nymphomaniac? 

The young nurse groaned deep in her throat while the hot probing tip of his 
tongue worked its searing path relentlessly up and down the length of her 
pulsating slit, again starting at her clitoris and slithering its way down, 
down over the convulsing elastic rimmed opening of her cunt and into the 
crevice of her buttocks. She felt his hands move to the backs of her knees 
that were splayed out obscenely on either side of him, then lift and push 
them up over her body so the kneecaps touched her painfully full breasts, 
exposing the whole flat plane of her open cunt to his eagerly licking mouth. 

"Oh God!" she whimpered at the least depravity of her own animalism. Truly, 
he had raised the wanton bitch in her! If there had been any shame or 
humiliation, it had long since been overcome with this licentiously depraved 
excitement flooding her whole being! She never wanted him to stop...never! 

Chad couldn't believe it! The cold little bitch was going completely to 
pieces, moaning and writhing like a mad woman beneath his wetly slaving 
tongue in an uncontrollable ecstasy. He'd realized that there was a latent 
hot streak lying hidden inside her sexy little body...but never to this 
extent! Jesus! Pat Keefer was something else, all right! 

At last the naked young woman settled back against the sheets, her heart 
pounding rapidly, her body temporarily satiated. Slowly Chad pulled his head 
from her passion-drenched cunt. "Man, can you move that ass!" he said 
softly. "You really turn on!" 

Pat looked at him, tormented by the guilt and aftermath of her lewd passion, 
her eyes wet with tears. She saw him kneeling over her, his face twisting 
lewdly. Her eyes trailed down his broad male chest and stomach to his 
erectly pulsating cock, which stood out threateningly like a huge totem pole 
from his abdomen. His hand began to stroke it, pulling back the thick 
foreskin. Pat gaped in complete misery, her own naked body filling her with 
new shame as she realized what she was doing. It was awful, the way both of 
them were acting: no sophistication, no soft music, no sweet words. Nothing 
but lust between them now. 

"And now, I'm going to fuck you, Pat," breathed Chad. "When I get all the 
way inside of you, then you'll find out what you've been missing." 

"No...please Chad, not like this!" she said for the tenth time that night. 
"Wait. . . just wait, please." 

"like hell!" he yelled. 

Pat groaned once more. The paralyzing fear shot through her again at the 
sight of the gigantically throbbing cock that waved before her. 

"Hell, you'll love it. You always did before. Let's see how it compares to 
those VC's!" he growled. 

Pat stared up at him incredulously. This was so un-like the mild-mannered 
Chad she used to know. What had happened to him to have caused such an 
abrupt change in his attitude towards her? He used to be so sweet and 
gentle, bringing her flowers and wine. 

Chad dropped across her, the throbbing hardness of his cock surging against 
her naked belly like some blunt instrument of torture. The terrified nurse 
couldn't move, paralyzed by his weight and the horror of his menacing body 
against hers. 

She gasped as he quickly guided the hard, fleshy shaft to the 
passion-drenched hole of her cringing cunt. Her fianc' used the thick 
bulbous head of his cock to part her quiveringly wet cuntal lips and the 
electrifying contact sent wild shivers of renewed obscene pleasure coursing 
through her. Pat dared not move as he steadily pushed against her, for his 
face was a grotesque mask of lust-maddened fury. He looked as though he 
could kill her! The thought stopped with the slowing stretching pressure as 
he began to violate her! Oh God, he was really going to make love to her 
against her will. RAPE! The words flashed in her mind like neon signs. 

"Ohhhhh," she screamed "Godddd-Agggghghgh!" He spent no time trying to 
prepare her and in her self defense, Pat clamped shut her vaginal muscles 
like a vise. 

Chad pushed again, the ponderous head relentlessly forcing its way into her 
wet palpitating opening. "Ohhhh! Please take it out!" 

Chad continued the impalement, his long shaft of male flesh slowly thrusting 
inch by inch into her tightly cringing passage. Pat felt his hotly throbbing 
hardness filling her to bursting as he steadily pressured in and she was 
acutely aware of every wrinkle, every corrugation of the massively erect 
flesh through the straining walls of her tight little vagina. Oh dear God! 
She must be raw inside! Finally, he lay still for a moment, then flexed his 
cock, suddenly lurching deeper into her belly. 

"Aaaggghhhh!" Pat groaned helplessly. The tears were pouring from her eyes, 
the pain blinding her to everything but its white hot heat and insistently 
building pressure. 

Chad began to slowly rotate his hips, grinding his manhood against her 
narrowly constricting cunt until the head beat against the cushiony tip of 
her cervix. Something within her broke, and she was convinced it was her 
spirit, as she dimly felt him rack above her, smoothly stroking in a long, 
easy rhythm while she writhed below him. 

Jesus! She was too goddamn good to be true! She was driving him out of his 
mind! This do-gooder bleeding heart liberal young nurse was driving him out 
of his mind with her fucking cunt! Oh shit. . . just like three years ago 
when he broke her pussy open with the promise to fill it when she came back 
to him. Yes, he'd gotten her virginity then, and now he wanted more than 
that. Something that would make up for those three years of separation. Chad 
groaned in bliss. 

She fearfully moved her hips against his, her mouth opening and closing with 
the pain of his forced entry. Beads of perspiration formed on the agonized 
young nurse's upper lip as her breath came in pan tings of abject terror. 
There was nothing left except Chad's brutally giant cock deep up within her 
belly, pulsating...no morals...no pride...no reality. Her body reacted with 
the horror as she uselessly ground her buttocks down into the mattress but 
she was stabbed! Impaled! Pierced! Both her body and her mind had been raped 
by this man who claimed to love her. 

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" he urged. 

"Do what?" she sobbed. 

Pat heard the foul words burst from his lips. 

"Ohhh, baby, fuck back at me...fuck me...ball me . . ! " The thought of this 
rape of her helpless body not only tortured but infuriated her. She groaned 
and sobbed, catching her breath as Chad pulled her warm-fleshed buttocks 
tighter to his own fiercely surging loins. Twisting and turning, she fought 
the impaling knife of his cock, the pain almost unbearable now as the fluids 
of her first orgasm had dried up along with her love for Chad. Her tapered 
young legs quivered on either side of his thickly stabbing cock as his 
tongue shot deep into her warm wet mouth, slithering in and out in a wild 
semblance of oral fucking while gurgling noises of greedy rapture came from 
his passion filled throat. 

Never. . . never had there been anything like this, and not even in his most 
abandoned dreams did he imagine such ecstatic sensations could be gotten 
from fucking a woman...Pat, in particular...from the lewd mouthing of her 
pussy to the moment when his huge pounding cock violated her young pussy to 
completely fill it. Jesus! She was a hot one, all right! Chad willed and 
wanted more, much more...wanted it never to end. Beautiful. . . 
whore...bitch...slave . . .yes. She was his woman! A full blood sensual 
woman and he was thankful now that he'd waited for her. 

Writhing up to him, Chad heard her wail as he jammed up into her vagina with 
ever increasing force, lengthening his strokes as her fleshy cuntal lips 
began to clasp his penis hungrily. Christ, the woman was exploding 
underneath him, going crazy! He heard her grunt and scream wildly as he 
forced her sucking cunt madly up and down on his throbbing cock! Christ, she 
was loving it all right. He'd been correct in forcing her into it. 

"Oooohhhh...ohh . . ! " she moaned as his long hard cock pounded her 
defenseless cunt mercilessly. She struggled with her breathing, the vibrant 
battering she was taking making her gasp and cough. Oh God, he was killing 
her! Her insides felt like sandpaper. 

Chad's sperm-inflated balls slapped hard against her tiny pink anus, its 
hairlessly exposed pucker moist from the warm viscid fluid which had seeped 
wetly down from her well sucked pussy. His cum filled sac seemed to split 
apart from the throbbing pressure mounting within it, and his head swam with 
the rapidly increasing need to shoot his hot boiling sperm into her. His 
loins ached with impending release as he rammed up her traitorously 
acquiescing cunt with insane fury. 

Pat cried out again, but there was a strange lewd pleasure creeping into the 
pain. Unconsciously she raised her long shapely legs even higher to receive 
the thunderously pounding cock. 

Chad gaped downward at his driving cock...Dear God, if he didn't cum soon, 
he'd go mad! . . his glistening cock slipped smoothly in and out of her 
deliciously awakened cunt, the pink lips of her clasping pussy insatiably 
clinging like a hungry mouth that needed to have all of his rampaging 
thickness! Slipping his hand beneath her wildly gyrating buttocks he fumbled 
at the tight brown hole of her anus. 

"Ohhhhh...no...no...." She jerked against his finger, as he brutally forced 
the tight spongy orifice to pop open and accept his finger. 

The sobbing young nurse's first reaction was one of great pain, but then as 
her narrow rectal passage became used to the unnatural invasion she felt 
pleasure...pleasure-pain! How could it feel good? Suddenly she tried to 
skewer the rotating finger to the hilt, obscenely shoving back against it at 
the same time she strained to absorb more of the huge cock deep in her 
screaming belly. 

Chad wormed his extended middle finger into her anus, feeling his thick 
thrusting cock through the thin wall separating her vagina from her rectum, 
as Pat screamed beneath him. She was suddenly writhing in complete 
wantonness, grinding up and down on both impaling instruments, the inflated 
mounds of her breasts heaving her long trim legs lurching from side to side. 
"Ohhh...ohhhh . . ! " he heard her chant, her beautiful face contorted in 
the build-up of her second orgasm. 

Chad grunted and hammered even further, as he felt the contracting walls of 
her cunt seeping the warmly sticky fluid of her beginning climax. She rose 
up from the bed, pressing against his stiffened loins, almost rotating 
insanely with renewed fire now. Abruptly she was screaming again, but with 
joy! 

"God almighty...it's happening...yes...it's happening again...I'm going to 
cum...I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!" 

Pat convulsed beneath him, her cuntal mouth sucking feverishly, her pussy 
gushing and seething around his deep plundering length. Even her small tight 
anus expanded and contracted in spasmodic exaltation, pulling against his 
finger all the way to the second knuckle. Spurred by the nakedly orgasming 
woman's continued climax, he dug deeper into her copiously flowing slit, 
forcing her tortured body still wider open. The teacher fucked her like it 
was the last fuck of his life! 

Then Chad felt the sudden, surging waves of his boiling white sperm bubble 
upward from his heavy scrotum, and suddenly he was lost in incredible 
sensuality as powerful charges of his spurting cum pummeled down his wildly 
jerking cock to spray deeply up inside her belly, filling her convulsing 
young cunt to the bursting point with his sperm. The hot moistened walls of 
her pussy milked his explosive organ as if they were starving, clasping and 
unclasping desperately for each further lewd squirt. 

Her firm young body suddenly collapsed. The naked young nurse fell back to 
the mattress, her belly still quivering from the unleashed tide of her 
passion. Never had such joy existed-her body had been fulfilled 
completely-and the shame and guilt was second place to the satiation that 
lazily drifted over her. 

Then the consciousness of her act burst through her and Pat thought of where 
she was and who was lying above her, whose thick but receding cock was still 
sunk deep in her cunt. The young nurse moaned involuntarily. So...and then 
she fell unconscious, into sleep, badly needed rest. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It is common knowledge that most cases of rape occur between people who have 
had prior contact. . . sexual or otherwise; but for the victims that 
statistic offers no solace. Not so much as a rationalization. 

And so it was with Pat. 

Chad could not reason with her now. She was a wild woman, when she awoke 
minutes later. The woman he'd admired for her lady-like ways was suddenly a 
hysterical maddened creature who blamed him rather than praised him for the 
love he'd given her. Shit, she'd gone crazy at the end...her climax had been 
so over-powering that she was almost out of her head. But now, with the 
pleasure receding and the shame rushing in, she had become crazy and 
uncontrollable. 

"Get out of here!" she hissed. "I don't ever want to see you again, is that 
understood?" Her red hair flamed along with her cheeks, still flushed from 
the avid lovemaking. Pat was screaming as she held a blanket up to shield 
her nakedness while she hurled the alarm clock at him; it crashed against 
the wall, chipping the plaster just inches from his dodging head. Chad 
wasted no time grabbing his clothes and heading for the front steps, the 
sound of her hysterical screaming ringing in his ears. 

When he slammed his car door he leaned against the seat and grinned. By 
God...that was one hell of a woman he had! Best fuck in the world, and he 
had no doubts there would be plenty more once she got some rest and thought 
it over. Hell. . . she needed it after three years, he rationalized. What 
was all the fuss about? 

Pat didn't know how long she lay on the bed after Chad had left and the 
screeching of his tires disappeared into the blackened night. Sobbing and 
moaning, asking herself over and over how Chad, of all people, could have 
violated her as he'd done. She could have believed it of a stranger, but 
never of the man she'd loved for years and kept herself pure for . . . 

She stopped, realizing her modest humility was groundless. Kim...oh, yes, 
there was Kim. Pat reached over to snatch a kleenex from the box near the 
bed lamp. She sat up, her long red hair a flaming aura around her head. 
Maybe she'd deserved it...perhaps Chad could read her thoughts, knew that 
she'd made love to someone else only one day before she'd promised to fall 
back in his arms again, the pure, sensible woman who'd left three years ago. 

Her life had been so settled...so planned...but now, oh God, what should she 
do? The fury left her spent and weak as though she'd had a long illness. 
Wearily she dragged herself to the bathroom where she scrubbed her face and 
the body that had betrayed her. Secretly, she knew that she'd wanted to be 
bitten and caressed and bruised and used...that's what he'd done...using her 
like a whore, and she had reveled in it! That's what hurt. 

The tears wouldn't stop for every time she tried to distract herself she'd 
remember the way she'd screamed, wanting Chad to force her into sex. The 
last two days rang in her ears like giant gongs chanting a rhythm of 
self-loathing. Finally sheer exhaustion overtook her, the tears drying on 
her white cheeks. No use brooding over today, she told herself. Tomorrow 
would come soon enough. 

* * * 

The next morning brought sunshine and renewed spirits, the godsend of sleep. 
Pat was up early, dressed and energized by a cup of black coffee, organizing 
her thoughts and her life. 

What should she do? Spend the summer at her parent's cottage out on Martha's 
Vineyard? Find an apartment of her own? Or, should she go ahead and take the 
nursing job at Jefferson High, despite Chad's teaching position there. 

The hour wore on with unpacking suitcases and hanging her wrinkled clothes 
in the closet next to clothes she hadn't worn for years. She shoved them to 
the back like bad memories, and it was then she made up her mind. 

She would take the job regardless. She was an energetic person who needed a 
station in life, something more fulfilling than playing call-girl to a 
callous man, bitter from years of abstinence. That, she firmly resolved, she 
did not need, anymore than she needed a instant replay of last night's 
horror. 

One telephone call and Pat was on the bus headed for Jefferson Junior High 
School for an interview with the Board of Supervisors. Pat dressed demurely 
for the occasion, choosing a simple, modest navy blue dress and low-heeled, 
yet fashionable, shoes to match. 

One hour later she was standing at the entrance way to Jefferson Junior High 
School on the outskirts of Boston. She'd heard about the school thanks to 
the few American newspapers pilfered from the head nurse's office; since the 
bussing issue, Jefferson Junior High had been the center for the majority of 
the protests, and the battered brick walls of the institution testified to 
that. Near the entrance way, perhaps five or six feet above the top cement 
steep, someone had sprayed in paint: "Keep our school white." 

Those words, those hateful words borne of ignorance and prejudice, fired the 
altruistic blood in Pat Keefer's veins. It might have been Viet Nam or any 
other scene of protest, including Watts. Any hint of unfairness and Pat was 
quickened to the cause. And so it was as she sat on the grass outside of the 
school soaking in the last warm rays of the August sun, watching the girls 
showing off their summer suntans and the boys gathering together in small 
racial cliques, dragging at their cigarettes with studied nonchalance. 
Realizing how young they were, not necessarily the hardening delinquents the 
newspapers made them out to be in their horror stories of teenagers shooting 
each other or stabbing another because of an overwrought ambition to rule 
the school for his minority group, Pat studied them with a feeling bordering 
on real affection. 

Her contemplation was interrupted by the clanging of the warning bell, and 
Pat scurried along with the rest of the stragglers, not wanting to be late 
for her interview with the Board of Supervisors that was to take place in 
the superintendent's office. 

"Well, look at those big knockers! We must be coming up in the world!" a boy 
snickered from among the throngs of students stampeding by. 

Pat whirled in the crowded entrance way trying to locate the owner of the 
deep young voice that had risen above the chatter. Dozens of students were 
grinning in her direction, but now they fell suddenly silent in an attempt 
to preserve their anonymity against her angry reprisal. Realizing her search 
was futile, she mustered what she hoped to be professional dignity and 
strode into the entrance way, barely hearing a feminine voice with a heavy 
Puerto Rican accent: "For god sake's Pedro, keep your mouth shut. Man, 
you're in trouble enough." 

The second warning bell wounded and Pat quickened her pace towards the 
superintendent's office, confident that the job would be hers for the 
asking. Her resume was complete and better still, something to be proud of. 
Only the leering stares of the students sloppily dressed in patched jeans 
and sweatshirts, unnerved her. These would be the children she would have to 
attend to, giving them eye examinations and sorting the hypochondriacs who 
hated school from the truly ill. It would be a chore, but far preferable 
spending lonely uninvolved hours thinking and brooding over an old boy 
friend who suddenly turned sex maniac. 

The interview was short, with the superintendent explaining the difficulty 
of the position, warning the redheaded nurse of the racial strife that had 
wracked the school and sent its name to the headlines of the major East 
coast newspapers. Just last year one teacher had been threatened with a 
knife, two students stabbed in the boys' locker room, and that, he warned, 
was only the beginning of the trouble. It was introduction enough, he 
announced, waiting for the impetuous young woman to flinch or show a sign of 
fear. But one glance at her resume and he realized why she sat there 
demurely nodding her head at the appropriate moment, hands folded in her 
lap, listening to the horror stories of a public school suddenly turned 
battleground because of somebody's solution to an age-old problem of 
inequality. 

A vote-nods of heads-by the supervisors, and Pat was shown to her office, a 
small two room suite at the far end of the school, next to the gymnasium. 
She spent the afternoon there, sorting out the limited medical supplies and 
making lists of what would be needed. A requisition was issued by the 
superintendent, along with a small cash donation toward beautifying the 
squalid nurses quarters. Feeling lighthearted and beaming with her 
accomplishments of the day, Pat picked up her hand-tooled leather handbag 
and, locking the door to her office, headed for the exit in the back of the 
school facing the parking lot. The buses sat there ready-the infamous buses, 
their yellow sides beaten in by hurled rocks and obscene slogans painted on 
the side. Pat shook her head in disgust, tutting. 

"Pat!" someone called from behind her. She turned in time to see the glass 
doors revolving open and Chad rushing through. Pat cringed for the first 
time that day. 

"Can I give you a lift?" he insisted. The red-headed nurse took one long 
look at the weary and worried lines of her boy friend's face and her heart 
softened. Apologies were written all over his face. 

Several minutes later after a cursory conversation, Pat and Chad were seated 
in his blue Toyota, only the hourly news on the radio breaking the silence. 
When at last the news had ended to be replaced by the after-school top 40 
tunes, Pat turned off the radio. 

"How was your first day back at school?" she asked timidly. 

Chad rubbed his reddened eyes with a clenched fist; it was obvious he hadn't 
slept last night. "Oh, just fine. Got a couple of rough ones in my first 
hour class, but then that's to be expected." He paused, then asked, "I see 
you've decided to take the job. It's a good idea I think; it'll give you 
something to do...keep you off the streets." 

"What?" Pat stiffened. "What kind of a remark is that?" The silence had not 
meant a truce, she realized; Chad was not at all sorry for the way he'd 
treated her the night before. How could anyone be so bitter? She asked him 
just that, only to be hit with: 

"Bitter? Hell. I'm not bitter. I just took what I had coming to me. Men and 
women do have sex out of wedlock you know. And remember, you were the one 
who didn't want to get married." 

Pat's mouth puckered and she chewed on her lower lip. "That's really a 
rotten thing to say. Let me out!" 

"Oh, come on. Cool down, will ya? It's no big thing. I don't know why you 
have to play Florence Nightingale all the time. Get off your pedestal will 
you?" 

Pat's eyes widened, flashing blue sparklers at the man she'd considered her 
lover and more-a friend. How could he talk to her like this? "You...you 
bastard! Let me out of this car this minute or I'll really cause a scene." 

"Okay, if that's the way you want it." Chad made a tight right hand turn, 
grazing by a clench-fisted Volkswagen driver, missing him by a half a foot. 

Pat "hummphed" and slammed the door behind her, ending another episode in 
the love life of Pat Keefer. 

* * * 

One of the basic qualities her parents had taught her as a young child was 
to try to endure what befell her with a sense of dignity. Without that 
training, Pat thought, she could never have gotten through the night. Her 
whole world had been shattered. She felt like an alien in her own country, 
and the man she had considered almost her fianc' had turned out to be a 
selfish, inconsiderate human being-and that was a generous description. 
There seemed to be no way to pick up the pieces and put them back together 
again. Except...her job. Thank God for that! She would plunge into her work 
with a fury and dedication, hoping it would help her forget her boyfriend's 
callous accusations. 

The world hadn't ended, she told herself because Chad had proved false and 
selfish and brutal. It was better that she found out now and not later; but 
somehow her interior arguments did not alleviate the hurt and pain that 
seemed permanently lodged near her heart. 

She would go home and take a hot bath, she promised herself, with a still 
upper lip as she fumbled in her coin purse for a quarter to board the Number 
31 bus that was grinding its gears down the hot asphalt ribbon of the dirty 
Boston streets not more than a half a block away. And tomorrow, she thought, 
squinting against the sun, she would arrange her office and decorate it 
before the tedious task of giving eye examinations and hearing tests to the 
seven hundred odd students at Jefferson Junior High School. An organizer by 
choice, she would wile away her time planning, and time beneficially spent 
meant time away from Chad. Thank God! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Pat was tacking a 'hang in there Baby' poster, a picture of a tabby cat 
chinning himself, to the freshly painted white wall of her office when a 
timid knock brought her down off the chair. With a satisfied grin, she 
surveyed the office, now in fresh order and, pulling her white uniform to a 
freshly-ironed smoothness, she answered the door. 

It was the principal of the school, Mr. Barren, followed by a raucous line 
of students all tittering and chatting in their ethnic ebullience, thankful 
to be out of their hot, stuffy classrooms for any excuse. 

"Miss Keefer," started Mr. Barren offering his hand. "The first hour English 
teacher was ill today and we can't afford substitutes in this district-we're 
stretchin' the budget beyond endurance already. So I thought this might be a 
good time to start the examinations." He paused and glanced around. "I hope 
this is a good time for you," he added with a look of concern seeing the 
boxes of bandages and tongue suppressors still lined up on the brightly 
waxed floor. 

For a nervous second Pat faltered, then quickly recovered. She hadn't been 
prepared for the students for another couple of days at least, but a cursory 
glance told her the intrusion would pose no problem. The eye chart was hung 
and the medical records a mess from last year's inefficient nurse-were of no 
use anyway. She would have to make out individual charts for each student. A 
tedious and thankless task, but a necessary one. 

"No problem, Mr. Barren," she smiled, gesturing with her hand for the first 
of the students in line to come in. Mr. Barren took one horrified look at 
the steaming mass of young humanity behind him and dodged out the door, 
escaping like a rabbit stealing carrots from a garden. He wanted no part of 
it; he was an administrator, not a babysitter. 

"Children!" called out Pat from the doorway. "I'm going to take you one at a 
time. It should only take two minutes each for the eye examination, after 
which you are instructed by Mr. Barren to return to your class room. "You. 
What's your name?" she asked the tall Puerto Rican boy at the head of the 
line. 

"Pedro." The dark youth looked sullenly up from his front line position, 
then broke into a lazy smile as he muttered something too low for her to 
hear, which caused rippling giggles from the girls standing in back of him. 

"I beg your pardon," Pat said, scowling at the tittering girls, threatening 
them back into silence. "I didn't hear your last name. Please enunciate well 
so we can all appreciate your humor. If you give me the wrong name, let me 
caution you, you might end up with somebody else's pair of glasses. Now 
speak up." She minced no words, much to the shock of the boy who stared at 
her five foot four frame and blazing red hair, feeling intimidated by her 
well-spoken demands. 

The boy casually scanned every inch of her body, then drawled, "Pedro 
Cortes, ma'am. My friends call be Ballsy." 

"Really? I can't imagine why," she retorted, recognizing his voice from the 
incident in the entrance way when she'd first come for her interview. His 
casual but thorough scrutiny of her lush young body under the thin nylon of 
her uniform unnerved her, but she resolved not to show her discomfort, 
knowing that once they intimidated her she was in for nothing but trouble. 
The Vietnamese children had never behaved this way, she remembered with a 
scowl. "Well, why don't I call you Pedro, and you may call me Miss Keefer." 
She turned away from the grinning youth and stepped out into the hallway to 
include the rest of the class in her statement. 

"I am Miss Pat Keefer and I will be your school nurse. There are plans for 
another nurse to join me, should the school budget allow such a luxury. It 
is my duty to give you all eye examinations and separate the ill from the 
fakers. I expect you to behave yourself while you are in my office and show 
respect for its fixtures. You may leave your coats and books in your lockers 
before coming to my office. This is not a place to hang out, it is only for 
emergencies." 

As she spoke, she strolled to the back of the line where an attractive, 
well-developed girl was lighting up a cigarette. With a flick of her petite 
finger Pat grabbed it from her mouth and snuffed it out in the wastepaper 
basket at the same time pointing to the "No Smoking" sign painted on the 
wall, still effective though someone had painted eyes in the O's, making it 
into a funny face. "No smoking is allowed in the hallways outside of my 
office or in any other part of the school. Orders from the principal. This 
school is a fire hazard already, as you all well know," she added, hiding 
her horror at the shocking number of scar-faced youngsters, obviously 
victims of gang fights. 

Not waiting for a reaction from the stunned girl, she returned to the front 
of the line to call out the name of the first person on the roster that Mr. 
Barren had left with her. "Alexandria." 

A bronze-faced Latino stepped forward, a shy boy, underdeveloped for his 
age, his hands thrust in his Levi pockets. When he lifted his head, Pat 
clearly saw the cause of his shyness. The poor boy had a case of acne that 
almost made her retch; but like a good nurse she ignored the stigma and 
smiled encouragingly at him. 

"Hey! Scar face!" one of the girls in the front of the line called out, 
causing a ripple of laughter to convulse the crowd. 

Her indignation spurring her to action, Pat stroke noisily down the line and 
instructed the girl to wait down the hall, guiding her by the elbow and 
plunking her down on a straight back chair sitting uselessly outside of the 
Girl's room. 

"Hey nurse!" Pedro greeted her as he stepped out of line, insolently resting 
his eyes on her curvily jutting breasts. "You beginning to wish you'd stayed 
home this year? What are you doin' in a dump like this? Turnin' tricks?" 

Startled, she gazed into his hard brown eyes and then cringed. She had 
assumed the students' rowdy behavior to be mere fun, but now their antics 
seemed more sinister in motive. Could these teenagers have some personal 
grudge against her? The idea seemed un-likely, but why were they giving her 
such a hard time? Too weary to admonish him for his impertinence, she waved 
Pedro back into line and shuffled toward her door, slamming it behind her 
leaving just she and J. Alexandria inside. 

Once the process of examining started rolling, the time went by quickly, the 
idea of closing the door behind each student and dismissing them one by one 
back to the class room, thus eliminating people and trouble, worked 
wonderfully. By the end of the hour she had examined twenty of the thirty 
students in the first hour class. 

But, as the day wore on, she became more and more dejected, admitting to 
herself that she had not made any noticeable progress in establishing 
authority or respect. Worse: she was afraid she had made enemies with 
Pedro-a boy she didn't want to reckon with, and the cigarette smoking girl. 
Both were leaders, that was obvious. Though grimly displaying only calmness, 
she grew even more distraught as she confiscated packs of cigarettes from 
shirt pockets and rolled up tee-shirt sleeves. Many of the packs contained 
hand rolled cigarettes which she instantly recognized as marijuana. 

After the last of the students had bolted out of the room, the weary nurse 
collected the litter from the hallway floor, including packs of cigarettes 
filled with hand-rolled cigarettes which she immediately recognized as 
marijuana. In Viet Nam she had seen plenty, only there marijuana was sold in 
packs, conveniently enough, and she had smoked occasionally, more out of 
curiosity than desire. When the last scrap of paper was thrown in the trash 
can and the last index card filed alphabetically, she collapsed in a chair, 
relaxing for the first time that day. Though she tried not to consider the 
disappointing events of the day, her eyes filled with hot tears as she 
realized she had failed in trying to reach the children. As with the 
Vietnamese, she had wanted more than anything to be their friend, to show 
them that someone cared, for she knew from experience they were shown little 
affection at home. Their fathers' were probably either unemployed or 
alcoholics or held down two jobs, leaving little time for family 
get-togethers and understanding. 

And there was the disappointment with Chad. She had not seen him since 
yesterday afternoon, although he had phoned several times the night before 
apologizing for his crude behavior and insinuations, promising that they 
would start anew, on her terms. She had cringed at the sound of his voice, 
remembering his harsh words and cruel hands, torturing her nakedly 
defenseless body as she had lain beneath him. Yet she still trembled at the 
thought of his penetration of her long neglected vaginal passage, his 
fingers pinching and pushing at her tender flesh as if she were a common 
whore. And now, he had the nerve to ask her to trust him. The creep! 

The best policy was to try to forget him, hopefully find fulfillment in this 
nursing position, but even that now seemed impossible, since the children 
eyed her as an enemy instead of a friend. The lunch hour bell rousted her 
from her chair. Thank God! At least she could go outside and enjoy the 
sunlight. 

Pat picked up her light lunch of cottage cheese and an apple in a brown 
paper bag that sat in the locked refrigerator next to the syringe needles 
and supply of insulin, and headed out the back door, wanting to avoid if 
possible, the throng of cigarette smoking, patched-jean and tee-shirted 
youngsters in the front yard. 

The sun was healing as she sat on a patch of grass near the parked cars, and 
she leaned up against a tree munching on an apple, the latest Time magazine 
open in her lap. When her teeth bit into the core, she took a bite into the 
last hunk of fruity flesh, then flung the apple core for the birds to pick 
at, glancing up to see a man and a woman slamming a car door behing them. 

That walk, thought Pat sitting up and squinting into the sun. That's Chad's 
walk; I'd recognize it anywhere. Closing her magazine and rising up on her 
haunches, supporting and balancing her weight on one hand propped against 
the grass, she watched as he slid into the back seat of his blue Toyota and 
took the woman in his arms. Pat's eyes saucered on something near disgust 
and a deep painful sigh broke in her chest. 

The bastard! How could he be so callous as to make out with another woman 
after the way he'd treated her? Either he didn't see her or didn't care, 
because now, she noticed craning her neck, he had disappeared in the back 
seat! It was the final blow, the last statement in their relationship. 
Soundlessly, she picked up her lunch bag, brushed the dried grass from her 
skirt and scurried back to the building, taking the front entrance this 
time. 

Her soft-soled shoes padded noiselessly down the already scuffed floors to 
the nurse's office as she tried to put her emotions into some semblance of 
order. She thought back over the fruitless morning followed by her lunch 
time of sensual debasement, watching Chad disappear in the back seat of his 
car with a woman. Pat knew she would remember that scene forever as one of 
the worst days of her life. She'd almost welcome trying to control the 
unruly pupils, no matter how frustrating or terrifying. 

The rest of the afternoon slipped by, but not without incident. 

Remembering the principal's words, and her own altruistic way of viewing 
youth, she had tried to be kind and understanding to the youths who had been 
raised in a poverty-stricken neighborhood, but learned quickly that they 
could not be trusted while she turned her back, much less reached by 
sympathy or compassion. Her gestures of friendship were met by sneers and 
laughter or, worse still, suggestive proposals for after class meetings from 
the braver, rowdier boys. How could she deal with these people who thought 
only in terms of sex and violence. 

She reddened at the thought of Pedro's insinuation that had prompted giggles 
from the girls, and insulting snickers from the boys. Pedro had been the 
next in line, and when asked io read the letters in the second row, he'd 
blurted out loud enough for everyone to hear: 'F-U-C-K". The same followed 
for the third fourth and the invisible fifth row. 

Although the scandalous and humiliating outburst was repulsive and needless, 
the struggling young nurse could not help wondering how children of fourteen 
and fifteen could learn to use such obscene language. And what must they 
think of her to say such things-even as an adolescent prank? Too mortified 
to say a word about it, afraid that the acknowledgement would encourage more 
lewdness, Pat clung to the hope that she would be able to retain at least 
her dignity in the last round of testing. 

But she too came dangerously close to being annihilated when she had 
returned from the ladies room to find three students struggling on the floor 
in the hallway next to the men's room. Stunned, she watched the melee for 
several minutes before realizing the two boys were attempting to rape the 
helpless young girl. Knowing she couldn't handle the situation by herself, 
knowing she couldn't overpower the brawny youths, she'd left the doorway 
where she'd been standing to run to a class room and bring back someone to 
help her save the struggling girl who was about to be ravaged. When Pat 
returned with the English instructor, the students were gone-except for 
three taking their sweet time going back to class-Pedro, Duane and Marcy, 
their smugly grinning faces turned away from her. Not until much later in 
the day had she realized that the nerve-shattering episode had only been a 
charade, enacted to taunt her. The teacher had smiled sympathetically at 
her, but left the hall without speaking to the demurely complacent students, 
as if he knew that questions or accusations were futile. 

At last the final bell rang, and though Pat's day of work was effectively 
finished, she decided to wait for the late bus, to avoid Chad. Anyway, there 
was plenty to do: filling out the medical cards and preparing for tomorrow's 
onslaught of work and matched horrors. Today had been trying, worse than 
anything she could remember at the orphanage, and she settled down in her 
chair, listening to the building slowly become deserted. 

She wondered why none of the teachers were in their classrooms. Although, 
she recalled with a wince, if they're anything like Chad the answer is 
obvious. But still it seemed strange that some of the teachers would give up 
the quiet time to finish paper work or meet with students in private 
conferences; God knows, there was need for it. But it seemed completely 
quiet as she walked down the hallway now toward the teacher's lounge for a 
cup of coffee. Everything seemed completely silent, and she remembered that 
even the janitor would not be there as the school was thoroughly cleaned 
only yesterday. Once again, she shivered with apprehension. 

The sound of Pat's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as she walked back 
to her office, a cup of coffee in hand, and a slight feeling of unease 
passed through her as she reached the doorway of the nurse's office which, 
in her fatigue, had left unlocked. Nevertheless, she tried to shrug away the 
disquieting sensation. First checking to make sure her purse was still 
hidden under the desk, she then sharpened a pencil and started at her work, 
marking on the index cards the result of the eye examinations. She was well 
into the C's when a small sound distracted her. Pat looked up to find Duane 
standing just inside the door of her office. He was a tall gangling boy, 
quieter than his friend Pedro, but he had a disconcerting habit of staring 
at her without blinking. Standing just inside the office he was doing it 
again. A shiver crept up Pat's arms and her general uneasiness increased. 

"Yes...." she said somewhat hesitantly. "What is it?" She was cut short by a 
groan from the hallway. 

"It's my pal, Calvin. I was about to give 'im a lift home and he got sick." 

"Well for God's sake, bring him in," commanded Pat, a startled look on her 
face. 

A black boy, stooping over, his face twisted in a grimace and his right hand 
hanging onto his stomach stumbled in and fell on the cot. Pat felt the blood 
quicken in alarm. Oh dear...he had to be sick all right. It could be 
anything from food poisoning to appendicitis. There didn't seem to be anyone 
left at school to .drive him home or take him to an emergency room of the 
nearby hospital. What was she going to do? 

Standing over the moaning boy, she shook the boy by the arm. "Answer me. 
Where is the pain? Are you sick to your stomach?" 

He nodded, his afro hair flopping with his movement. "It's on my left 
side...hurts awful." 

"Yeah...he just kinda folded up like that. I was gettin' ready to take off 
and he just fell over," Duane chimed in. 

Then Pedro came in, panting and out of breath. "What's wrong with him?" 

Pat leaned down over Calvin. "Calvin," she implored of the black boy. "What 
kind of a pain is it? Describe it to me," she said softly. A growing panic 
gnawed at her as she tried to think of a way to get the boy to a hospital. 
The school was far from the normal taxi run and during rush hour it would be 
almost impossible to get someone to pick him up. There was always his 
parents, but it was doubtful anyone would be at his home, she thought, 
looking at his dirty clothes. 

"Oh, yeah. I can describe it." To the young nurse's amazement the 
kinky-haired boy suddenly looked up at her and grinned, showing off his 
white teeth. There was no trace of discomfort in his face. At the precise 
moment he looked up at her, Pedro and Duane grabbed her arms and jerked them 
behind her back. 

"I can describe it real well, nurse," Calvin laughed. "It's in my groin 
because I got this hard cock for you." With that, Calvin jerked his open fly 
apart and produced from inside his grimy shorts an unmistakably erect young 
black penis. 

Pat recoiled in horror and confusion, a panic tearing at her vitals now. It 
was all a horrible trap! They'd tricked her. It was as though they'd planned 
the whole thing! They'd waited till everyone was gone and then tricked her. 
OH dear God! The horror stories of rapes, knives, and beatings flashed 
through her mind like lightning. It was all over now. 

"Yeah, nurse...we all got to have some relief. Those tits of yours got all 
of us horny as toads." 

"Man, I'll say," Duane laughed with Pedro. "Can't even see that eye chart 
for thinking about those tits." 

Pat could feel the hot breaths on either side of her as she stared in 
disbelief at the nakedly thrusting prick in Calvin's lap. It looked too big 
for a boy...obscene and rigid, the tiny slit in the end dribbling one tiny 
drop of clear male fluid. The grimy boy reached out to encircle it with one 
hand. He jerked the loose outer skin up and down over the throbbing long 
hardness, grinning at her with cunning calculation. The full horror of her 
situation began to register in her reeling brain then. She jerked against 
the strong boyish arms that held her. A wild sob tore out her throat as she 
struggled against their youthful strength. 

"We don't think you know how things are run in this school, Miss Pat," Pedro 
panted in his Spanish accent, twisting her arm back brutally. "You're new 
here, ain't ya? Yeah, man, we got some things on you we wanna exam." 

"Stop bulling, Pedro. Let's get at it! The janitor might show up!" Duane 
grunted as he tried to hold the struggling nurse with one hand while he 
fumbled at the neck of her uniform with the other. A wild surge of revulsion 
and horror swept over Pat at this new assault on her life. It became the 
last straw in a day of emotional trauma. 

"Come on, Calvin. Help us! She's stronger than she looks!" 

The black boy stood up then and jerked off his opened levis and shorts. He 
skinned his T-shirt over his head and reached out for her. 

"Please, Calvin!" she sobbed, near hysteria as the boy's hands began to 
brutally knead and tug at the curve of her breasts. "The principal is going 
to hear about this! Not to mention your parents-" 

That brought a wake of laughter from the boys. "Just try to find my old man 
and you'll do something my Ol' lady's been tryin' to do for years." 

Standing before her and grinning widely into her fear-struck face, Calvin 
said slowly, with a deliberately insulting intonation, "Why nurse, you're 
not going to do nothing right now. Hell, we've all been thrown out of school 
before. You think that scares us? Hell, that's a vacation compared to being 
in this dump." 

Pat looked from one rough unfinished young face to the other, they were all 
unforgiving and hard. A sudden fear shot through her. All the students 
crowding around her were hardened, shaggy-haired jean-clad males. They kept 
winking at each other and digging each other in the ribs in a knowing way as 
they steadily closed in on her. 

"You can't. . . your crazy!! ! " Pat tried bravely to make her voice 
authoritative. "Go home! I won't tell anyone if you'll just go home." 

"Ah, we can't go yet. . . " Calvin drawled, his eyes narrowing cunningly. 
"We got a lot to do yet." His head jerked toward the door and one of the 
boys went over and locked it. 

"What. . . what are you doing? Open that door right now!" 

"You see, Miss Pat, you can't order us around like you was doing this 
morning and get away with it," Pedro explained patiently. 

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now open that door!" Pat was 
shaking with anger and weak with fear. She knew that these boys knew the 
school would let them do anything they wished, just not to create an issue. 
Even the principal had given up on them, that was obvious from this 
morning's encounter with the frightened man. 

"The trouble is going to be yours if you don't cooperate." Calvin's voice 
was sullen and menacing and the terrified young nurse stared at him 
wild-eyed. She watched mesmerized as his hand came out and brazenly cupped 
her fully rounded breast through her white uniform. It was as though she was 
frozen in her tracks, the impart of his lewd gesture and all it implied 
sinking into her horrified brain. 

"Come on, let's get on with it before I lose this hard on," Duane 
complained. 

"Yeah, let's get some cunt, man," Pedro chuckled. 

Pat's head swiveled frantically from one hardened young face to the other as 
the terror of her situation hit her and her numbed brain frantically sought 
a means of escape. Oh God! There had to be one! She couldn't just stand here 
and let herself be viciously raped by these young maniacs! 

"Take your clothes off!" 

"Yeah! Let's see some pussy." 

Pat shrank even though her arms were pinioned, her eyes two burning coals. 
"No...no you can't. . . it's insane...stop it. . . you'll never get away 
with it." Her breath came painfully in dry mouthed gasps. This was a horror 
she'd never reckoned with, even in Viet Nam where she'd been a stranger. 
Wildly, she thought about screaming, but then remembered the deadly quiet of 
the school. There was no one around to hear if she did scream, and her 
throat felt incapable of such effort. 

"Now you get the clothes off, bitch. . . nicely...or we'll tear them off. 
You guys, too. Skin your clothes off and let's get on with it. Everybody's 
gonna get theirs. Isn't that right, Pat?" Calvin laughed into her face like 
a raving maniac until Pat could feel his hot breath against her face. She 
was trembling so violently now that she thought her legs wouldn't be able to 
support her. She swayed, but the hard young hands held her up. 

"You want some help?" Calvin sneered. Pat felt his hand go impatiently to 
the throat of her uniform. Weakly she shook her head, flinching at his 
lustfully eager touch. The other boys were rapidly shedding shirts and 
jeans, skinning their clothes off at his command, revealing surprising 
bulging muscles and smoothly browned bodies. She felt their hot hands leave 
her as they worked, but her arms were held tight from behind. She was going 
to be raped, and that was all there was to it. Raped by three boys. They had 
planned it all too well! The school was deserted...there was no reason for a 
policeman to check the school in the afternoon. There was no one there to 
help her. No one at all. God, what could she do? 

Pat's red head began to swim and she found herself swaying slowly. The 
mortal fear and misery enveloped her mind and body. But through it came a 
terrible floating, suspended calmness, a strange resignation...not un-like 
that afternoon with Kim. She waited, surrounded by three nakedly leering 
boys. 

"Strip!" commanded Pedro harshly. 

"In front of. . . ev-everybody?" she answered in a frightened whimper. Yet 
she knew she couldn't resist. Cooperation was her only hope. 

"That's just what we mean. Now peel and let us see that body of yours." 
Calvin's stone like command broke her spirit. She felt someone's hands leave 
her arms. like a marionette, the subjugated young nurse slowly unbuttoned 
her uniform and let it fall to the floor. 

"All of it-that means your bra and panties, too." 

Stifling a sob of utter shame, she reached behind her and then her 
voluptuously quivering breasts were nakedly in view of the leering boys. The 
youths sucked in their collective breaths, for her hugely-set breasts were 
twin orbs of unblemished whiteness, capped with trembling nubs of 
apricot-colored nipples. Slipping her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her 
skimpy white panties she slid the nylon wisps slowly down over her fully 
rounded hips. Her hematin-colored triangle of curling pubic hair brought 
another round of excited gasps. 

"Hot damn," groaned Pedro. "I can see her cunt lips and everything. She's a 
fine piece of tail." 

Another said: "Lie down and spread your legs." We want to see all of your 
pretty pussy. Ahhhhhh.. . . " 

Pat crumpled, sinking to the mattress of the cot, to lie tremblingly flat on 
her back, her flesh a warm creamy-white in the fluorescent lighting, her 
lushly ripened breasts spreading slightly on her rapidly rising and falling 
chest, her taut abdomen rippling with queer sensations of shock and fear. 
There was something so terrible, so wretched about exposing her naked body 
before all these young boys that it was almost exciting-as it had been with 
Kim. 

"Open those legs wider," Calvin continued. 

Mortified, Pat looked down between her legs at the exposed, hair lined lips 
of her cunt, the cool air wafting gently over them and making them tingle 
erotically. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, feeling her face flaming 
with intense embarrassment. 

The hopeless young teacher realized that she had been trapped in this 
depraved prison of evil. These tormenting teenage boys would have used any 
excuse to wreak their licentious passions on her helpless body. They must 
have planned this from the day she walked in for her interview. She shook 
with overwhelming fear, praying she could somehow blot out the whole 
terrifying nightmare. 

Calvin was breathing heavily, the tantalizing sight of the naked young 
teacher driving his cock upward in wild throbbing. Without a look at the 
other two boys panting around the nurse, he wrapped his hand around his 
painfully jerking cock and skinned it back a few times. 

Through fear-fogged eyes, the defenseless girl saw the blue-veined shaft and 
rich, blood-heavy head of Calvin's young cock...a long thick cock which 
looked as though it was too heavy for his thin body to support. He was going 
to fuck her in front of the others! Oh God, Chad...where are you? A surge of 
obscene desire rippled through her at the thought of Chad, even though he'd 
betrayed her! She must be mad! Her aroused body was ignoring her dizzy, 
subjugated brain as she gazed upwards at the boy working his hand up and 
down his prick, moving the thick foreskin over the engorged cock-head. 

Calvin lowered his wiry young body down near her mouth. "Nurse, take my cock 
in your mouth and suck me off." 

The young nurse let out a mewl of surprised rebellion. She couldn't do that! 
Not after all of this! She couldn't force herself to take his huge cock in 
her mouth, wrap her tongue around his sperm-loaded thing and...no! Pat's 
hand reached up to push away his smooth young testicles. Pleadingly, she 
begged for release. Tears streamed from her eyes, running down her cheeks 
and soaking the hair at her temples. A trickle of the warm tears slowly 
dribbled between her heaving breasts. "Rape me, but don't make me...do 
that," she sobbed. 

She tried to resist, but the ringleader wrapped his hands painfully around 
her red hair, bringing her head up to where his rigid young cock weaved 
impatiently in the air, directly in front of her lips. He held the moaning 
young nurse steady but unable to move. "Hurry up, nurse...my balls are ready 
to explode!" 

Pat stared at the pulsating cock-head which glistened wetly with its thin 
sheen of lubrication, and it seemed to her a symbol of everything despicable 
and sick in the world at that horrid moment. Her mind mercifully blanked out 
some of the stark terror, making her a meekly quivering slave to the whims 
of the vicious high school boy who kneeled nakedly in front of her. She knew 
instinctively that she was going to have to obey him without further 
question, that it was too late. He meant business! God knows what he would 
do to her if she resisted! And then it would be worse-far worse for her than 
if she submitted now. 

"Ohhh," she mewled in abject misery, and bent her head forward revulsion 
filling her mind and causing her belly to contort. 

She put her wetly parted lips on the tip of the purplish head, and tasted 
the pungently heady tang of male secretions, with its distinctive spice. But 
instead of disgust and a feeling of nausea which she'd thought she'd feel, 
rippling spasms of lewd delight shot through her. Incredibly, the taste of 
his cock was actually pleasant to her! It was hard, yet fleshly resilient, 
and gave her trembling lips a peculiar feeling of warmth and desire as if 
the boy's rigid cock was some delicious stick of candy which she couldn't 
get enough of. Tentatively, still unsettled and fearful, Pat lavished her 
wetly licking tongue along the whole glans, then brushed and grazed along 
the palpitatingly heated shaft from its thick underside to its mushroomed 
head, washing and playing and caressing with increased fervor with every 
lapping stroke. 

Then parting her glistening lips she opened her mouth and smoothly slid his 
cock along the full-length of her tongue. Tiny drops of lubricating fluid 
seeped from the excitedly throbbing tip of his cock, filling the warm cavern 
between her cheeks with its pungently salty taste. Yes, she had been wrong! 
She had thought she'd loathe sucking on this boy's cock, but now, forced to 
do it, the tormented nurse was finding the forbidden act extremely exciting! 

Without further hesitation, she began to bob her head rapidly up and down, 
along the expanding cock shaft, feeling its head hit the back of her throat. 
Pat Keefer felt frenzied sensations churning in her belly, erotic 
fermentations that she'd never dreamed could exist! The surprisingly 
delicious masculine piquancy of the boy's smooth young prick brought a 
craving to suck him until she could taste his shooting sperm. Quickly, she 
trailed her tongue back over the pumping shaft, while Calvin began a slow 
rhythmic undulation with his hips, sliding his thick cock in and out of her 
tightly ovaled mouth, his hands still viciously entwined in her hair. 

The sight of the nurse's naked body slavering to make the groaning boy empty 
his balls into her mouth was wildly exciting to his buddies, and spurred on 
their own insatiable young passions. The high school boys lewdly gasped as 
tingling sensations of perversely voyeuristic delight coursed through them. 
One dropped to lie on his back and massage his own blood-engorged cock with 
his hands. The other two heatedly aroused boys leaned close as the prim 
young nurse sucked with tightly elastic lips over Calvin's eagerly ramming 
cock fucking wildly into her straining mouth, her cheeks hallowing on the 
out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the in-stroke. 

The subjugated nurse's eyes were glazed with a madly ecstatic film of animal 
lust that sent shivers of obscene excitement through them. The boys could 
even see thick fluid, a combination of saliva and Calvin's excited 
secretions, dripping from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny 
streams down her cheeks. They sadistically reveled in the cruel humiliation 
Calvin was subjecting her to. Through the daze of their own rapidly mounting 
boyish desires they saw Pat's mouth greedily clasping the growing prick 
fucking in and out of her lips clinging tightly to the throbbing shaft as 
though clamped there. 

Calvin grinned lewdly as he orally fucked the moaning young nurse, hungrily 
watching her lust-contorted face suck and lick his relentlessly thrusting 
shaft. She had taken her hand from his heavily throbbing testicles and 
placed it behind his muscular flexing buttocks and was pulling him 
desirously to her! Shit yes! She was sucking his penis like a goddamned 
whore! The blood seethed in his veins, his hot cum boiling in his aching 
balls! The feverish boy drove forward hard, sinking his cock so far into the 
beautiful nurse's sucking mouth that his pubic hair brushed the tip of her 
nose and his balls danced with a slapping unison against her uptilted chin. 
His rocks were about ready to explode! Frantically he sought for his 
explosive release. "Shit. . . shit. . . shit, shit, shit. . . " he groaned. 

"Mmmmmm-mmmmmm," the nurse mewled abjectly. As if in answer, Calvin's hotly 
pounding cock began to spew a gushing flood of cum directly into the 
receiving cavern of her mouth. Immediately she opened it wider and thrust 
out her parting lips in an abandoned effort to consume more. The hot thick 
spurts streamed from his jetting cock's head like milk from a cow's udder, 
as Pat Keefer swallowed voraciously to keep from choking. Calvin's virile 
young cock throbbed out its last remaining stream of seminal fluid and thin 
strings of his slippery white cum overflowed her wetly glistening lips to 
drip across his chin. 

"Oh God-ooohhh," she choked as her head sank to the mattress. 

Calvin chuckled and rolled to one side and sat up. "In due time I'll fuck 
you...when I get it up again." 

Her breathing came in short, hard gasps, making her painfully full breasts 
rise and fall in a deep panting motion. Pat suddenly felt her own unsated 
passion as her belly ached seethingly with unfilled lust. No matter how she 
tried to ignore it, sucking that boy's fresh young seed had made her 
desperate with sexual need. Was there never to be an end of her humiliation? 
First Kim...now this. 

Calvin grinned at the boys around him. "Who wants to go first with her?" 

"Me! Let me!" Duane choked as he stared wild-eyed at the debased nurse. 

"How about you, Pedro?" 

"I can wait 'til last." 

Pat shuddered uncontrollably as her jangling brain deciphered the lewd 
words. They...they were all going to gang fuck her, and there was nothing 
she could do about it. Her head turned beseechingly at Duane, but he only 
stared unblinkingly at her. Cowering on the mattress as the boys gleefully 
ogled her, she knew she'd submit to any of their depraved demands, no matter 
how wicked. At least she'd be alive, she'd survived. She recognized the 
attempt at justification but knew her own sexual fire was raging 
uncontrollably in her belly, tearing at the innards of her sinful body in a 
way that would not be denied. 

Willing her mind to blank everything out was not enough. The torture of 
knowing that their lusting, blood-swollen cocks would use her helpless body 
as a receptacle to spew their vile sperm into, sent tears of wretched 
humiliation from her tortured eyes. The young nurse moaned in fatalistic 
anguish as Duane, the leering young hoodlum came excitedly over to her. 

Squirming, Pat looked up, hoping that he might have taken small pity on her 
hopeless condition, but the boy's eyes flickered in an obscene appreciation 
as he saw the deliciously young feast spread so defenselessly before him. 
Undisguised lust glittered from his pupils as his long, hardened cock jerked 
from his lean young belly. For one agonizing instant, Pat wondered if she 
wouldn't rather resist and die. Then Duane sank to his knees and leaned 
anxiously over her, running his rough, young hands over her smoothly 
cringing flesh. 

A deep, indescribably electric shock shot through the frayed nerves of her 
nakedly besieged body like a thousand sharp needles, dancing wickedly along 
the inner softness of her moistened legs. Her buttocks ground desperately 
into the mattress to quench the rising hot flames licking hungrily at her 
throbbing cunt and the bud of her tinglingly erect clitoris. The path of the 
high school boy's coarse fingers rippled in her now quivering belly and out 
into the excitedly ripening nipples of the strange hands roaming her naked 
flesh, her ivory globed breasts rose and fell heavily with the labored 
breathing of intense sexual excitement. 

Duane couldn't wait! He pushed her unresisting thighs wide apart with the 
palms of his hands and crawled eagerly up between their trembling fullness. 
The flames rose higher around the wetly moistening edges of Pat's naked cunt 
as she felt the boys' presence on top of her. Dizzily, she thought of 
herself as one hotly moist tunnel which had to be filled! Her eyes locked 
greedily on the hardened young cock quivering out from his kneeling body, 
hovering between the slimness of her wide-stretched thighs. Uncontrollably, 
her legs kicked out, heels curling around his lean young buttocks pulling 
him in toward her writhing body. The high school boy guided his thick young 
cock straight into her throbbing cunt, his full weight smashing her to the 
floor with a deep moan. Then he rammed his long pulsing cock as deep as it 
could go in her wetly clasping cunt, his balls smacked heavily against her 
upturned naked buttocks. 

Pat held only one maddened thought at that moment; she wanted him deeper, 
wanted him to burrow further into her hot, hungry cunt. She groaned, 
splaying her legs eagerly out on the mattress to give him greater access. 
"Fuck me deeper!" she whispered shamelessly. 

As if in apology, Duane rammed his tongue in her mouth. The frantic nurse 
sucked thirstily at his warm saliva. Her aroused young body was not caught 
up in a dizzy whirlpool of raw lust as his madly jerking cock pistoned into 
her cunt mercilessly, the thud of his long deep strokes resounding noisily, 
and she felt her climax beginning. . . . 

The naked nurse bucked uncontrollably up against Duane as she felt his 
eagerly plunging cock stiffen without warning and spurt its white-hot liquid 
deep into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. Pat moaned in wild 
frustration. It was too soon! He'd cum too soon, leaving her just a split 
second away from her own magical apex. She strained against his rapidly 
deflating young cock, crying out with lust crazed anguish as he rolled away 
from her with a happy, satiated smile. 

The fire burned needfully on in the excited nurse's churning cunt. Oh God! 
she waited impatiently for the next boy. "Oh God," she sobbed hysterically, 
"I'm going crazy! Someone! Anyone! Fuck me!" 

Pedro Cortes threw himself over her nakedly squirming body without ceremony, 
straddling her panting stomach heavily. The soft whiteness of her satiny 
skin as it brushed against his dangling testicles sent his long, slender 
cock frantically jerking in anguished anticipation. He moved forward and lay 
his hardened cock between the wide valley of her fleshy young breasts, 
cupping his hands around their lushness, pushing them together to trap his 
lustfully pulsating cock softly between them. 

Pat looked down her nose and watched the bulbous red head growing between 
her breasts, feeling it heatedly throbbing against her sensitive skin. 
Intensely searing hot-licking flames of lust shot down to the quivering slit 
of her hungry cunt. 

"No! Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me! Not there!" 

Pedro slid his blue-veined cock faster and faster between her soft-fleshed 
breasts, ignoring her anguished pleas, saliva trickling from his lips 
moistening the deep valley and making the passage easier for his rampaging 
young shaft. Desperately he pumped, faster and faster. 

"God!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and cursed the boy. "I want you 
inside of me!" Her pussy was a steamingly hot cavern that twitched with 
nerves out of control, and her passion-maddened body was going to explode if 
he didn't soon stuff his cock up inside her tormented cunt. She sobbed 
hysterically, crying out for relief. 

Calvin grinned with cruelly salacious satisfaction as he saw the naked nurse 
writhing out of control on the floor. The woman was beyond objecting to 
anything now, and she would probably welcome it, he thought gleefully. 
"Pedro, shove it to her man!" he said to the boy vigorously fucking his cock 
against her naked breasts. "Fuck her like she wants!" 

Pat's eyes were glazed unseeingly in uncontrollable lust. All she wanted was 
to feel the incredible deliciousness of being fucked! It was Chad she had 
wanted...Chad or even...yes, dear God, she wanted Kim more than anyone. 

The body of Pedro Cortes slid down over her, fitting his cock head 
immediately into the entrance of her wetly starving cunt, as she locked her 
legs in near frenzy around his back. Jerking her hips up, gyrating wildly, 
she held the boy deep in her tightly gripping cunt. Before she could cry out 
her thankfulness, Pedro grabbed her wriggling ankles and thrust them up 
until her knees were pressed hard against her excitedly swollen breasts. As 
she lay so totally exposed, her hair-lined pussy splayed wide and her small 
tender anus puckering into full view, the teenaged boy rammed his hotly 
trembling young cock deep up into her cum-filled cunt with one violent 
thrust. 

"Aaaaaahhh!" Pat wailed as she felt the school boy drive his cock along the 
full length of her tightly clenching cunt. His body was quivering with the 
deliriously abandoned fucking, his hips surging against the soft flesh of 
her upraised pussy slit and moon-shaped buttocks. His swollen cock head 
drove into the farthermost depths of her burning cunt, scraping against her 
sensitive cervix, making her writhe in wild abandonment. "Yes, oh yes...fuck 
faster...fuck faster. . . . ! " 

The once naive nurse strained desperately up against the youthfully ramming 
cock. She knew dimly that she bucked crazily, arching and rearing her 
wide-stretched buttocks like a bitch in heat. Oh God! That's what she was-a 
bitch, a whore, a slut! Chad was right. She could no longer deny that she 
wanted these boys lewdly raping her-only it wasn't rape anymore. 

Pedro groaned and whined with a torrent of incomprehensible words, rotating 
his thighs, splitting the walls of her milking hot vagina with each deeply 
pounding stroke. Then he gave a harsh cry. 

"That's it, Pedro!" Duane urged his teenage buddy. "Man, she's a wild one!" 
And then he laughed with contemptuous delight. "Too bad you don't have 
spurs, you could really make her buck!" 

Pat was moaning and groaning now, incapable of either controlling the boys 
or her own wildly spasming need to find final release from her spiralling 
excitement. The furiously fucking cock slamming into her made loud wet 
sluicing noises as it plunged rhythmically in and out of her rippling young 
pussy. As Pedro screamed out his bursting orgasm, her womb was filled with 
hot youthful semen that hit her inner belly like savagely boiling cream. The 
beautiful red-headed nurse lay panting on the cot, her thighs still 
twitching and jerking with unsatiated lust. Oh God, these boys came so 
quickly! Gripping her hands into fists, Pat clenched her eyes shut and cried 
out in agony. 

"Please-" Her feeble pleas were directed as much to herself as to the three 
pantingly satisfied young males, all naked and glassy-eyed around her. Her 
desperately aroused body was crying out for more, ever for more...and she 
had to stop herself! 

"Now me, Miss Pat!" Calvin laughed. "I promised to fuck you and I'm ready 
again." 

Pat opened her eyes, and her shocked gaze fell on the boy's newly hardened 
cock pointing directly at her. She gasped, but with relief. Again her head 
turned desirously toward the boy who'd first made love to her. All she saw 
were the excited young faces and their eager adolescent bodies. The young 
students were wide-eyed and ready for Calvin to cruelly ravish her nakedly 
quivering body with his long thick cock rearing out from his muscularly flat 
stomach, his two sperm-laden young testicles swinging below. Pat, through 
wide-splayed thighs, watched in frozen awe as the boy's excited young body 
descended upon her. A shock rippled up her spine as her straining cunt felt 
the hotly pulsating head of his rigid cock graze her already sperm-drenched 
vaginal lips. The wanton feeling of pleasure traveled from the hollow pit of 
her belly to the top of her skull, where it shattered in a chain of 
licentious abandonment. Her cock-hungry young cunt jerked forward to nibble 
greedily at his lust-swollen cock, and nothing else existed in the world 
except that boyish sword of hard flesh! She had to be filled! There was only 
the teasing reality of his slowly probing cock crawling between her steaming 
vaginal lips tracing lines of anticipatory secretions as it searched for her 
pulsating little cuntal mouth. His cock jostled for a moment against the wet 
inner lips, insinuating itself between them-and then Calvin flickrd his hips 
and forced his long blood-filled cock brutally into the tight elastic 
opening to her cunt. 

Pat threw her head wildly from side to side. "Ahggg," she screamed and 
desperately kicked her legs, trying to free her impaled little cunt. In her 
wild passion she'd overestimated herself. His partially embedded cock seemed 
bigger now, Calvin grinned lewdly down on the writhing young nurse and 
levered his hands into a push-up position as his cock slid another 
excruciating inch into her tightly clasping cunt. 

Suddenly the brutal penetration stopped with a shattering jolt as Calvin 
thudded heavily against her upturned buttocks, his sperm-bloated young balls 
smacking into her wide-spread rear crevice, and his lustfully pulsing cock 
embedded to the hilt. The boy lay still for a moment while the 
passion-driven nurse became adjusted to his presence. He savored the way her 
fear-contorted face slowly relaxed, her teeth opening with a soft sigh. 
Then, unable to control himself further, he began a slow revolving motion 
with his hips, steadily sawing and grinding his cock in and out of Pat 
Keefer's moistly stretching pussy. He thrust forward mercilessly from the 
apex of his withdrawal and battered her naked young body hard against the 
cot, expanding the still cringing walls of her tight little pussy until she 
fit around his youthful cock like a well-tailored glove. 

The defenseless nurse was dimly aware through the haze of passion that the 
other boys were closing in again, peering unbelievingly within inches of 
Calvin's deeply buried member, amazed that the almost virginal cunt they had 
seen before was capable of swallowing the whole of his youthfully swollen 
hardness. From both sides, hands came up and began to rub lewdly over her 
upraised buttocks, pulling and teasing the fleshy hair-covered pussy lips 
locked so tightly around the boy's pumping penis. Their hands clawed over 
every part of her skin until she thought she was covered with a thousand 
tiny insects. The nurse's office seemed filled with a giant octopus of 
hungrily grasping tentacles reaching out to crush and humiliate her. Weird 
sensuous sensations tingled through her helplessly spread body as the 
outrageous debasement and subjugation brought strange masochistic pleasures 
seeping excitedly through every sinew and marrow. Her hips moved in a 
salacious response to the long hard cock fucking her, at the fingers groping 
at her subjugated body and at the leering faces surrounding her! 

"Ohhh, yes, yes," she crooned, "Oh God, yes, fuck me like this.. . " She 
squirmed in mad abandon under the hands teasing her sensually agonized 
flesh. Cocks were everywhere, the boys stroking them over her in time to 
Calvin's fucking strokes into her wildly undulating cunt. She was a prisoner 
of her own lust and the piston-like cock deliciously fucking into her wet 
and expanding pussy! 

"Oh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" she grunted and her gripping thighs and 
buttocks gyrated faster in a vain attempt to match the thrusting stalks of 
hardened male flesh above her and in her. Then she felt their hands 
uncontrollably grasp two wavering penises and she started to stroke them 
viciously in hard communal rhythm to the penis pummeling her feverishly 
throbbing pussy. She was no longer a naively sincere nurse, the humanitarian 
of the world, but a morass of shamefully aroused female flesh, unable to 
think of a reason. 

Then all of a sudden, Calvin's thick, impaling cock inflated momentarily and 
he, too, grunted out his orgasmic release of youthful semen, wildly shooting 
the hot torrential flood of sperm deep up inside her receptive cunt. The 
jetting load ricocheted back against her gang-battered cervix and flowed 
obscenely down around her cum-matted pussy hair to drip down between the 
hungrily rotating crevice of her convulsing buttocks. 

Pat's prayer for relief came true! The utter lewdness, the total rage of 
unhindered salaciousness was finally enough to trigger her own impending 
climax simultaneously with Calvin's urgently shooting release. Screwing her 
passionately tightened buttocks up hard against his still squirting penis 
deep in her cunt, a loud groan came out her sperm-glistening mouth as her 
tender young body burst into a Roman candle of colors and stars, orgasmic 
juices swirling from the depths of her womb and churning obscenely together 
with the boy's hot semen. She screamed, her legs flailing out to the sides 
of the cot with his rampaging young cock still fucking her. Then her 
strength was suddenly gone and the debauched young nurse collapsed as Calvin 
slowly removed his depleted cock from her semen-drenched pussy. 

The kinky-haired boy stared in thunderstruck awe at the quietly moaning 
young nurse on the cot. She had the most fantastic, most insatiable cunt 
he'd ever encountered. Great God, you couldn't wear her pussy out! One or a 
thousand fuckings were all the same to her, spurring her on to wilder 
uncontrollable frenzies of lust. He took a deep, trembling sigh, and even 
though he'd cum twice already the very prurience of this young nurse enticed 
his cock to give a little jerk of renewed interest. 

"We'll take her on again, fellows," he said to the panting excited boys. 

After that, time became a meaningless and blurred merging of cocks and more 
cocks to the sex-maddened nurse. She was beyond emotion, her body still 
reacting with orgasm after orgasm to the boys' fucking, but her strength was 
gone and Pat followed only mechanically. An hour later, she heard them pull 
on their clothes, laughing and panting in boyish amazement at the 
afternoon's activities. 

Feebly, she turned her head toward the door as she lay in debased exhaustion 
on the cot. She saw them troop out, all but Duane who turned to look back at 
her. The abused nurse wondered at his sudden separation from his boisterous 
friends who were hooting down the hall, the call of victory shrill in their 
lungs, as he waited for Calvin and Pedro to disappear down the hall. He 
seemed to be waiting and wanting for something. 

Could it be he was selfish? Perhaps he was simply waiting for her to leave 
so he could have her again. With eyes that refused to blink, he stare d at 
her for a moment, then knelt at her side. 

"Would you like a ride home, nurse? That is if you don't mind riding on a 
bike." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was the worst night of Pat Keefer's life as she lay there in bed, the 
curtains doing a belly dance in the soft night August breezes wafting 
through the open window of her bedroom. Their rustle was the only sound 
except for the deep-chested sobbing of the red-headed nurse. When her eyes 
had swollen to mushroom puffs and there were no tears left to shed, Pat had 
resolved to leave Boston eventually. 

She needed time to be alone and think the past events out in rational 
manner, and hopefully, come to some conclusion. Was it she who was 
over-sexed or just the men she had encountered in the past few days? Why, 
suddenly, had her sexual interests become piqued beyond control? Why now 
after all those of contentment, doting over children and working tedious 
hours? Had insistent indulgence in work been only a subliminal means of 
burying her real sexual desires...or was she really a whore at heart?! 

Oh, God forbid! 

At two o'clock in the morning, marked by the cathedral bells' chimes, she 
fell asleep, dreaming of blue-jeweled waters whipped by hurricanes. She lay 
naked on a beach, shivering in the cold, the sands chilled by the winds. But 
she'd felt no cold, no emotion, as a giant sea lion squealed her to 
consciousness and carried her away in his arms to the safety of rock. Then, 
as the winds subsided, the sun came out and, with that transformation of the 
elements, the lion morphed into a dark-haired young boy. 

Pat awoke feeling refreshed and full of energy, yesterday's horrors behind 
her now like transgressed sins. Arriving at school early, she walked to the 
teacher's lounge and poured herself a black coffee, carrying it back to the 
privacy of her office instead of chatting with the teachers. Chad might be 
there later, and she had no plans of seeing him, despite the apologetic note 
she'd found tacked to her office door asking for his forgiveness. 

To her horror she found the last ten of the first hour class lined up at her 
door and ready for examinations. And, despite her attempts to hold herself 
in check, she knew the lascivious glances from the young males were arousing 
her. Oh god! She'd have to remove herself from temptation before the evil 
within her arose to drive her to further degradation. 

Tending to her nursing duties, she tried to refresh her mind by 
concentrating on something other than the sexual problems that had been 
plaguing her for the entire day and most of the time she'd been back in 
Boston. Or had it started before that with Kim? Oh, it was too confusing to 
decipher; perhaps it had been a streak of masochism well hidden for all 
these years. As she gazed over the heads of the students in line, her eye 
fell on Duane, the boy who had given her a ride home yesterday. 

Despite his taking part in the brutality yesterday afternoon in the office, 
he had proven to be an exceptionally witty and intelligent boy, whose 
knowledge of the streets and sense of self-survival had captivated her 
interest for two full hours yesterday afternoon as they'd sat in her living 
room sipping cokes-hers with a jigger of rum. During those hours Pat had 
mused who said it was that such a gifted youngster should have to spend his 
formative years in the ghetto. To her surprise, she often forgot that he was 
poor when they'd talked about the condition of the school and the psychology 
behind gang fights. And eventually, the reason for the planned rape. 

As she thought about the youth, Pat dismissed the second to last student and 
was about to call in the last of the first hour class, when she saw Duane 
standing outside her door, leaning against the wall watching her with those 
unblinking eyes. It startled her to see him there in his thin fish-net shirt 
showing off his growing young muscles that covered his back. While pondering 
the long, sinewy lines of his body, she recalled his appearance that 
afternoon the apologetic look in his eye. The memory was almost sweet and 
she could not help but wonder how she must have looked to him, and worse 
still, sounded as she'd begged him to make love to her in her vagina. 

"Hey, Pat," he half-whispered, glancing around to make sure no one could see 
or hear his proposition. "Can I come over tonight? There's something I have 
to ask you." 

Without thinking, Pat nodded, and whispering, "How about seven o'clock?" 
smiled and closed the door behind her. It was then Pat suddenly became aware 
of an urgent warmth spreading through her. Recognizing the danger of her 
state of mind, she tried to clear her head, to think of something else. But, 
before she could beattle the scandalous imaginings, she felt a strange, 
light-fingered quivering up between her thighs. As her body won the short 
encounter with rationality, she strode over to the door and peeked outside 
to see if he was still there. She opened the door in time to see the silent, 
tall youth stroll down the hallway. 

That stroll, that casual, easy, life-is-what-you-make-it stroll had left her 
with a numbing fear that dampened her desire to be alone with the youth. 
Within her, a battle raged between the opposing forces of her animal 
instincts and her moral beliefs. But the incredible craving was too strong, 
not allowing her to call off the evening meeting while there was still time. 
At last, she reached a shaky compromise. She'd listen to what he had to say 
when he came to visit her house, and then dismiss him with a shoo of her 
hand. It would be the perfect opportunity to prove to herself that she did 
have the power to control her insane animal passion that was transforming 
her formerly innocent life into a nightmare of lust and humiliation. 

Something awful had happened to her since that afternoon with Kim. She 
shuddered at what her respectable parents would think, should they find out 
about her sexual odysseys of the past few days. My God, it was insane! 
Something had happened to her in Viet Nam, something she had to rediscover, 
know the cause of and challenge. No way could she spend the rest of her life 
being subjugated by men and her own prurient bent. 

At six o'clock that night, Pat was bustling around her house, rushing to get 
dressed and ready for Duane's arrival. She couldn't imagine what he wanted 
of her, what favor could she possibly fill for him? Although her 
guilt-ridden mind warned her that that evening was a dangerous time to 
indulge her vanity, she changed from the prim uniform she had worn to 
school. Instead, she choose a youthful looking sun dress that showed off her 
curves handsomely. 

On the bus home from school that afternoon, the confused young nurse had 
tried to be logical about what might occur that evening. In the light of her 
recent behavior, God knows she probably wasn't ready for any strenuous test 
of self-control. The presence of Duane in her house would offer still 
another peril. There was no telling what she might be letting herself in for 
with Duane! Yesterday afternoon he had been the perfect gentleman, 
apologizing for his friends behavior, telling her that he had been forced 
into taking part in the rape, the result of some dispute. She couldn't 
understand what that dispute might have been, but in her patient, demure 
way, she had listened and believed him, preferring to dote on his good 
points rather than the bad. It had always been her policy, her reason for 
believing in humankind. And besides, brutality of their actions would have 
been too painful to bear, had it not been for that excuse. The thought of 
her orgiastic degradation she had been through, sent a chilling shock of 
terror...and excitement through her body. 

With a shudder, she thought of the reaction of her family if they found out 
that she had even lost her virginity. The Keefer family was an old Boston 
heritage, with money to back their reputation as upstanding members of the 
community. Despite the fact that they loved her dearly, her parents would 
only recognize that she'd not waited for marriage...She had shamed them all! 

They will never know, Pat vowed, standing more haughtily erect as she 
brushed her hair before the mirror. It was time to stand on her own two 
feet, order her own life as she'd done for the past years. After she'd 
worked out this horrible nightmare then maybe she could carry on as any 
other honorable woman, sharing her secret with no one. 

Gracefully pirouetting in front of the full length mirror, Pat admired her 
lovely reflection, basking in the warmly comforting knowledge that she was a 
truly beautiful young woman. 

Her sigh was interrupted by the sudden sharp ring of the doorbell. Realizing 
with a start that it was after seven o'clock, she caught a final, satisfying 
view of herself in the mirror, then turned to walk to the door. As she 
approached the front entrance to the house, the lovely young nurse was 
suddenly overcome with a chill of apprehension. No, nothing can happen to me 
tonight, I will be strong; no matter what he tries to do to me, I will 
escape! I am a woman, after all and above all! she lied to herself. Firmly 
admonishing herself to exhibit an iron-clad determination, she walked up and 
pulled open the door. 

"Good evening, Duane. Come on in," she coldly greeted the youth who stood 
before her. Casually gesturing him into the house, she added in a tone of 
elaborate unconcern, "I've been so busy around the house, excuse the mess." 

As her arrogant intonations rang through the hallway, the young boy's 
expression changed from surprised confusion to a quietly amused smile. 
Wordlessly stepping into her house, Duane brushed Pat's shoulder with his 
upper arm, and she trembled for a moment as an unexpected feverish thrill 
tore through her body. Annoyed by her instinctive reaction to his touch, she 
whirled angrily on her heel to follow him into the living room, steeling 
herself for the attack she had invited! But she found the young boy in his 
customary stance, casually leaning against the room's far wall, obviously 
unruffled by her strange demeanor. 

Irritated and unnerved by his stoic silence, Pat resorted to the frigid 
stare her mother so often adopted. It was a look that seldom failed to 
convey to common people the uncrossable chasm that separated them. Her 
blue-green eyes rose as if to meet Duane's calm gaze, then focused on some 
point to the left of his face, as she remarked with obvious disinterest and 
some distaste, "What can I do for you, Duane?" 

Still the boy's only response was the same easy smile, his cheeks dimpling 
and his brown eyes twinkling with mischief, and Pat began to wonder uneasily 
if her defensive hauteur was not simply being indifferently squelched, 
mysteriously absorbed in the infinite depths of his dark brown eyes. Despite 
her dread of any contact with the boy, her eyes shifted to meet his gaze, 
blazing out cold light in an effort to cut through the dark velvet of his 
glance and instill in him the respect she so desperately needed. 

Immediately she felt his inscrutable gaze burning back at her, melting the 
frost in her manner to a misty warmth, blazing through her. A light sweat 
glistened on her forehead, and waves of heat undulated upward from deep 
within her belly. Every fiber in her being seemed to be reaching toward the 
boy whose glance had singed away her reserve and fear, leaving nothing but 
the need to feel the enveloping warmth of his flesh pressing into hers. All 
conscious thought of why this young boy was now in her house faded, as did 
the anxiety and self-doubt. The long smoldering embers of natural passion 
suddenly began to glow and spark, sending tingling flushes over her 
sensually awakened flesh. Every inch of her body felt warm and ripe. As a 
swelling pressure mounted in her breasts and pussy a corresponding sense of 
physical urgency gradually overtook her mind, blanketing her consciousness 
with the urgent awareness of her frantic needs. She stared in almost 
hypnotic fascination at the sparking darkness of the young boy's eyes. 

"I'm in trouble, Miss Keefer." 

Suddenly, the spell binding circuit was cut as Duane's eyes slid from Pat's. 
The youthfully masculine drawl broke the enthrallment abruptly. She was left 
dazedly shaking her head in an effort to clear it after the nearly physical 
impact of his breathtaking visual contact. In a near stupor of luxurious 
sensuality, Pat was troubled that neither the boy's words nor his typically 
cool amused voice indicated that he was even aware of the seething ferment 
of passion that had originated in his eyes. She was infected by some 
tropical fever, utterly painless and symptomless-much as she had been with 
Kim! Those same dark, velvet eyes. . . oh, God, what they did to her! 

My God, she wondered fearfully, what happened to me? Did he do that to me, 
or did I merely again encounter something in myself that was responsible for 
the affair with Kim? Desperately searching for some kind of answer, she 
tried frantically to regain rationality and composure. Pat studied the young 
boy as if seeing him for the first time. 

"Trouble? What kind of trouble, Duane?" she said slowly, feeling acutely 
weary and disheartened and frightened. There was a persistent feeling that 
she had found a dream world, then accidentally lost it, and with it, a part 
of herself. "Can I help?" 

"I hope so. You're the only one who can save my neck," he said evenly 
without smiling or showing emotion. "I need to get some syringes or the guys 
are gonna be on my case-bad. I was supposed to have stolen them from your 
office yesterday, but when I saw what was happening, I just couldn't resist 
having some of you for myself." 

"Needles? But, but Duane. I can't do that, you know I can't!" she protested, 
weakening to his argument. How could he even ask that of her? 

But the truth was obvious to her now, and she could no longer hide from the 
agonizing knowledge. The boy had merely observed in her the existence of 
corruption and weakness, discarding her virtue and enjoying the bestial 
passions and lack of honesty. And now, she was so degenerate that she was 
actually thinking of obeying his request, not only to save his neck in some 
gang fight, but to ingratiate him further. 

Suddenly realizing that Duane was becoming restive as she waited for her 
decision, she groped for a reason to say no. If anyone should find out, and 
surely they would, she would be in a world of trouble. And yet...yet, 
somehow she couldn't refuse him. 

"What do you need them for, Duane?" 

"We got into some trouble with the local pushers in our neighborhood-we got 
caught stealing some of their dope and now they're after us. Say either we 
have to pay for it or else find them some needles for junk." 

It all sounded so lurid, so depraved and horrifying! Young children being 
subjected to the whims of criminals. NO, she couldn't let that happen to 
anyone as sensitive and harmless as Duane. "Let me think about it." 

And suddenly her mind whirling in a return of excitement and hunger, she 
walked over in front of him astonished at the words that came out of her 
mouth. "You haven't even kissed me yet, Duane," she said, smiling impishly 
crowding close to him until her firmly pointed breasts were almost brushing 
his chest, along with the little curve of her belly, and her warm full 
thighs urgently straining against him below! She raised her face and offered 
her moistly parting lips as her eyes fell into dreamy half-closure. 

Duane felt the hot sensation rumble in his belly as he automatically wrapped 
his arms around his lover and lowered his mouth to hers. Oh Jesus! Her 
tongue slipped between his lips in search of his own. He felt her warm 
little belly and curving hips move provocatively in little circular motions 
against him, making his cock stir and swell to the taunting pressure of her 
enticing lower body! Unintentionally, he gasped into her moistly opened 
mouth as he clung tighter to her, his young lips opening wider in the lewd 
delight of the kiss. Oh shit, yes! 

Pat held him possessively, sensing his rising excitement at her wanton kiss 
and suggestively sensual body gyrations. Her own forbidden thrill building, 
she felt the hardening movements of his youthful cock against her abdomen 
and the sudden responsive pressure he was exerting in return. She'd reached 
him, and he understood. . . . 

Holy crud! Duane smoothed his hands down her back, feeling her bra beneath 
her thin summer dress and the sudden hot trembling of her crazy-soft body 
against this! Man, his cock was getting as hard as a chunk of ironwood, 
jerking and throbbing awhile she pushed tighter against it! Crap, he'd only 
come to see if she'd lay a few syringes on him, to get those creeps off his 
back. But shit! He hadn't expected such a warm reception. 

Hungrily, Pat welded her excitedly trembling flesh tightly to his, while her 
mouth and tongue sucked and explored the boy's. At last in her quivering 
enchantment she loosened one arm and reached behind her to seize his hand, 
placing one warm young palm on her buttock...and then the other. Drawing her 
even tighter against his heavily pulsing shaft of hardened flesh, his kiss 
grew almost frantic in its building hunger. 

"You are a sweet boy, Duane," Pat repeated meaningfully. Just the picture of 
his handsome young form was enough to stimulate her...even after the other. 
. . and even after Kim! Lord, she was some kind of female lecher, wasn't 
she? The wild hunger was never going to be pacified...never sated...she ran 
her tongue over her ripe lips and managed a smile. 

Duane dropped back on the sofa, propping himself on his elbows. 
Man!...pushing her belly and thighs right up to his and making those crazy 
motions! Wow...he couldn't really believe it...taking his hand and slapping 
it onto her bottom! 

Crud! It was all crazy! It was crazier than yesterday afternoon! And she 
liked it! Though he'd waited agonizingly for this, he'd never really 
believed it could happen! 

Duane gave up trying to reason out what was happening, only caring that it 
was, and that his young cock was as hard as the handle on a pole-axe! Pat 
practically threw herself on top of him where he lay on propped elbows on 
the sofa, pressing her softly rounded body down hotly against his, her belly 
and pussy mound and thighs grinding suggestively into the tensed, hardened 
flesh of his teenage loins. Her soft-fleshed breasts pressed into his chest 
as she hungrily kissed and sucked at his lips and mouth. 

He smoothed his hands down over her back and down her slender waist to her 
slowly undulating buttocks, his young brain racing in mounting lust, while 
she lay upon him, wriggling her luscious hips with increasing frenzy, 
kissing him and teasing her moistly warm tongue over his lips, cheeks, and 
eyes. 

Once, he started to speak, but caught himself, afraid that the slightest 
word might break the spell, and man, he didn't want anything to interfere 
now! Instead, he clung with his strong young hands to the half-moons of her 
sensuously quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the 
material of her thin dress. He massaged them in little circles, finally 
moving upward once more to her amazingly tiny waist. 

Her warmly panting breaths were an exotic incense in his face as she spread 
her legs inside the dress as far as she could so that she could rub her 
pussy against his throbbing cock. Crap, he couldn't believe it! He could 
feel her cunt rocking crazily against the bulge of his painfully swollen 
cock. Moving his hands back to her rippling ass cheeks, Duane pressed his 
fingers into the warm crevice between, pushing the encasing material down 
into the anal cleft until he felt her buttocks moving erotically beneath his 
hands. 

"W-wow...l-listen . . . ! " he choked. 

"No, don't stop!" she hissed. "I-I want to...I want to, Duane! Do it! Fuck 
me.. . . " 

"Huh?" Duane gasped as her mouth fastened on his neck and she was trying to 
pull her dress up from behind. Wildly, he caught at her hand and held it. 
Then, hardly realizing what he was doing with his other, he unzipped the 
long zipper at the back of the dress. 

Pat whimpered, helping where she could as he excitedly undressed her, his 
breathing race. She rolled off of him and sat up to let him pull the dress 
over her head. Then turning her back to him so he could unfasten her skimpy 
white bra, she squirmed out of her panty hose and twisted back to face him. 
His eager eyes locked on the firmly jutting mounds of her round pink-nippled 
breasts as she climbed on top of him one more time, kissing him first before 
moving up to let the sweetly fleshed breasts hang like twin white globes 
just above his face. 

"Oh, Duane...suck them! Please, suck them!" 

He couldn't have held himself back if he wanted to! Hungrily he clutched one 
warm satiny mound in his hand and sucked in its tiny hardened nipple, 
completely absorbing it and the round pink areola into his mouth, while his 
other hand feverishly explored and caressed its twin. 

Man, he had to be in some kind of wild dream! Her turning on like this after 
yesterday's foray...hotter than ever...so soft and smooth...her rounded, 
firm tit right in his mouth . . . ! She moaned out as he began to nibble and 
suck experimentally; he could hear her breathe excitedly through her 
nostrils, still rubbing her ready pussy mound wildly on the bulge of his 
swollen cock inside his jeans, letting a leg fall to clutch on either side 
of his hips. 

"Oh...Duane, it's beautiful...just the way...the way I wanted it to be!" Pat 
half-whimpered. 

But he couldn't breathe any longer from the smothering enclosure of the 
softly swaying breasts she was pressuring around his face. The wildly 
excited boy levered her voluptuous body on top of him, his own breath a 
choking lump in his throat as he pushed her down. 

"God, I want to fuck you, too!" he hissed, stroking her smooth stunned 
buttocks lovingly, then easing his fingers into the deep narrow crevice 
between, suddenly finding and fingering the tightly puckered hole of her 
tiny little anus. She whimpered again as he smoothed his hand down over the 
silken half-moons, letting his fingers slip until he felt the softly curling 
pubic hair with his fingertips. . . and at last, the tightly moist slit up 
between her legs. A convulsive shudder rippled over Pat's naked body as he 
gently spread her wet fleshed cuntal lips open and pushed a middle finger 
inside! 

"Oooooohhh...ohhhhhh!" she sighed enchantedly, spreading her legs wider in 
an effort to make it easier for him to reach her excitedly throbbing 
clitoris. He did, his experience guiding him, and once more Pat lurched 
spasmodically as he touched the quivering pleasure bud that was firmly erect 
beneath his fingertip. 

Dear God, it was more delicious than Pat had ever imagined! The sensation 
she was causing in her already rippling belly were beyond belief. But she 
wanted more! Yet the thought of him taking his fingers out of her 
desperately needing pussy kept her in the obscenely spread position on top 
of him. Hungrily, she kissed the boyish mouth and licked kitten-like at his 
face. 

"Geez, Pat. . . I got to do something!" he blurted and swallowed tightly. 
"It's so damned hard it aches!" 

"Oh, you poor darling!" she replied, suddenly realizing her own selfishness. 
Squirming off of him she twisted around and sat up, her small hand 
immediately reaching out to smooth over the rigidly stiffening protrusion at 
the front of his jeans. She felt its hot young hardness through the coarse 
fabric as he grunted to her massaging touch, and then she traced its length 
with thumb and forefinger, a surge of lewd curiosity rippling through her. 
God, she...she had to see it again! 

Duane watched her in mesmerized amazement as she looked up and hungrily 
smiled at him. Unfastening his belt and jeans...then reaching inside his 
shorts with a trembling hand, her fingers finally found and circled his 
warmly throbbing cock. She eased it out through the opening, her beautiful 
blue-green eyes widening in delirious delight at the sigh of the shaft of 
white flesh. 

"Oh...Duane...it's beautiful!" she gasped, her lips parting greedily as she 
stared down at it. 

To Duane's astonishment, she began to work her smoothly grasping hand up and 
down, manipulating the loose outer skin slowly back and forth over the 
bulging purplish head. "Oh, it is...and I knew it would be-just like 
yesterday!" 

Shit! It wasn't happening! In a second he'd wake up in a wet dream! She was 
just beautiful to be sitting there naked and playing with his cock! Things 
like this didn't happen with women like her unless they were forced. Pat 
Keefer was sitting next to him bare assed naked and leaning over him while 
she steadily stroked his swollen cock...and...and every second her face 
seemed to be getting closer to it! 

Next, before he actually knew what was happening, Pat swung around above him 
so that her widespread cunt was but a few scant inches from his face, her 
moistly quivering pussy lips about to graze his mouth. God! He looked down 
through the erotic arching of her thighs to see her lushly ripened breasts 
quivering and swaying above his belly just as her lips parted to suck in his 
throbbing rod of flesh, until she had sucked its whole pulsating length 
right up into the warm moist hole of her mouth and throat! 

Christ Almighty! He clutched at the soft spheres of her fully rounded 
buttocks and drew her down to him, wildly thrusting his tongue deep up into 
her willingly offered cunt, causing her to screw her pussy down onto his 
exploring tongue. His cock was being sucked rhythmically in and out of her 
tightly ovaled mouth and he realized that she was taking almost the full 
length of his wetly glistening cock into her throat! The cock-head throbbed 
and pulsed with the hot nerve-tingling lick of her tongue on the out-stroke, 
and he imagined the wetly pink flesh of her lips being pulled out 
grotesquely, clinging to his cock as she sucked his manhood into her mouth. 
Now he could feel her breasts dance and sway against his tensed belly from 
the lewd up and down motion of her pumping torso. Brief pictures of luscious 
young body flickered through his dazed brain as he pretended that the cunt 
his tongue was slithering in and out of would be his forever! 

But, shit, how could anything this wild and good last! Something told him 
that if they ever got caught she'd be carted off to the loony farm, and he'd 
end up in juvie for sure. 

"Ohhh," she moaned. "It's wonderful!" 

He couldn't answer, but he made a guttural sound of obscene agreement. Then, 
he reached out and cupped one fully resilient breast as she stretched out, 
pressing their sixty-nined positioned bodies tighter together. 

Abruptly, without warning, Pat ceased her insane sucking and quickly climbed 
off of him. As if it was her cue, the teacher leaped astride the boy, her 
eyes glazed, her hungry mouth hanging loosely open. She poised herself above 
his rigid young prick and then, with a sharp lunge and a wild little 
banshee-like howl, slithered down on his upstanding cock like it was a 
smooth greased pole, enclosing it in the soft moistness of her quaking 
cuntal walls. Letting out another little cry she began to rotate her hips, 
screwing and squirming while she bounced up and down-riding him like a 
horse, galloping toward sweet oblivion. He could feel the lubricating fluids 
from the hot walls of her tightly clasping cunt easing his entry as her 
sucking pussy swallowed every fraction of his cock with a muscular pulling 
action that was drawing at the very lining of his balls! Excitedly, he 
reached up and clutched at her hard nippled breasts, the softly resilient 
flesh squeezing between his fingers, as she hammered her plunging buttocks 
up and down, up and down, up and down furiously, her young cannibalistic 
cunt trying to digest him! 

"Oh...oh, Duane...Duane! So beautiful, so sweet! Yes, yes! Fuck me good and 
hard, Duane!" the voluptuously kneeling teacher choked down at him. She was 
blowing his mind with the mere sound of the vile-four letter word tumbling 
from her beautifully pouting lips. 

Oh shit, he thought, he was going to fuck her and suck her every day for the 
rest of his life! His cock was screaming for release! It just couldn't be 
happening! He was hallucinating! He was on a trip! His balls were about to 
burst! 

Pat sensed it happening before she could really feel it. . . that certain 
sixth-sense warning that was triggered just before something obscene and 
explosive went off in her hopelessly aroused body. It was there, all 
right...not fear, but hunger; all-consuming, devouring sexual voraciousness 
that seemed to emanate from her cock-hungry cunt. Her thighs felt as if they 
were splitting apart, her naked body was aflame with tortuously building 
lust, every square inch quivering from a billion needle-pricks! She couldn't 
stay motionless; her legs and arms moved flailingly with a will of their 
own, as her devouring cunt ground down against the youthful cock embedded so 
deep up in her belly. She tried to hold it back at first, tried to think of 
Kim, her father, anything to keep the raging lust from engulfing her! Even 
Chad came to mind. But it was useless...her hotly clutching body ached for 
this boy's virilely heated cock and nothing else mattered! 

"Mmmmmm...it's nice, so nice...." Her nakedly writhing body surrendered to 
the mind-blowing sensation, her voice now only a purring mewl as she 
squirmed harder down against him, pushing her cunt down to meet his probing 
shaft of hard male flesh. She moaned loudly as Duane rubbed the sensitively 
erect bud of her clitoris with his finger, rolling the pinkly throbbing bud 
until she begged him to stop. All she could feel, all she could think of, 
was his long thick cock deep up in her belly, his lips hungrily kissing and 
nibbling at her erectly throbbing nipple. 

As he continued to suck voraciously on her breasts, she arched up high off 
the boy's cock, only her knees resting on the couch, her hair-lined cuntal 
slit wetly enclosing only the hard rounded young cock-head. Her 
passion-wracked body jerked spasmodically as his tongue licked her shivering 
nipples again; and the frantically pulsing walls of her cunt tried 
desperately to squeeze his cock tight enough to contain it, to keep the 
probing lust-swollen tip buried far up in her hungry chasm. 

Pat was seething fireball of desire; her cunt seemed to dilate, to suck 
ravenously up into her belly and quench the hot searing lust that his cock 
was fanning inside her. She grabbed at the sides of his face, clutching at 
his long hair, and pulled him tightly up against her hotly quaking breast, 
burying his face in her fleshy breasts, and undulated her hips to push his 
cock even deeper up into her hungry hole. Her sensual need was too great; 
there was only one way to quench the blood-swirling passion raging in her 
pussy! 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" the nakedly kneeling older woman screamed, her eyes wide 
with an animal fury. "Fuck me...fuck me deeper!" 

But Duane was taking his time, savoring every lewd second of this, enjoying 
the thrill and salacious excitement of making this beautiful redhead squirm 
with a wild, lewd hunger. He wanted her just right, begging for his cock, 
pleading with him to answer the overpowering need in her belly! Just another 
few seconds, he thought, just another few seconds and she'll be perfect! 

He reached up to pull her buttocks down harder against his wetly pistoning 
cock, spreading her doubled legs under. Yes, that's perfect...just the right 
angle. I'll be ramming righ up her throat from here! Christ, has she ever 
got a tight little cunt on her! Look at that pink thing, just quivering and 
sucking. . . man, she'll pull my balls off with that sweet pussy! Goddamn, 
what a piece of tail! 

He was sweating with excitement, his face and hair soaked with perspiration. 
For a fleeting instant, he reminded her of the boys in Viet Nam. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Chad expertly threaded his way through the Boston freeway traffic, as he 
glanced down at his wrist watch. Damn! He wanted to get to that Jewish Deli 
before they closed to pick up some of their famous rum balls. Pat loved rum 
balls, and maybe that would help win back her favor. Christ, that along with 
the flowers and bottle of 1952 Pinot Noir should do something to soften her 
heart. 

Not that he deserved it, though, he realized with a grimace. Boy, she'd be 
wide-eyed with delight when he knocked on her door laden with let's-make-up 
gifts. She was probably home from school by now, watching the six o'clock 
national news, not expecting him at all. 

He leaned forward to flick on the radio and whistled along with a top 40 
tune as his blue Toyota rolled through the traffic. Goddamnit! Things should 
be back on glory road after tonight. All he had to do was mind his manners 
and not mention sex. Sex seemed to be upsetting Pat since she came back. Oh 
hell, maybe she'd gotten lonely over there in Nam and made it with a nurse 
of something. Something certainly had screwed up her head. Christ! She'd had 
guilt written all over her face when he picked her up at the airport and 
threw his arms around her neck. 

* * * 

Duane stabbed his throbbing pole of flesh deeper up inside the naked young 
nurse's juicily open cunt. Her hair-fringed crevice was quivering with 
maddening desire that had taken control of her passion-inflamed body and 
mind! With her eyes tightly clenched, it didn't matter whose cock was 
fucking in and out of her needing pussy. It could have been her own 
boyfriend...it could have been a thousand others. At this moment, nothing 
mattered but feeling that rock-hard male shaft buried so deep up inside her, 
to feel the clinging walls of her hungry slit close tightly around the 
rearing pole and suck it up into her womb! 

Oh, now...now, please!" She was going stark-raving mad...she'd lose her mind 
without relief! "Fuck me, honey! Stick it up in me! Oh...oh? Oh...aggghhh! 
Cum! Cum, honey, cum in me!" 

The boy could hold back his climax no longer. He snapped his loins 
upward...."AAAwww...." Pat cried out in sharp pain as the young pole dug so 
high up inside, burying its throbbing length to the hilt far up inside her 
anxiously waiting cunt. She slammed her naked hips savagely down against him 
as he drove into her with all the fury of his whole excited young body 
behind the thrust. The soft pliant walls of her pussy rippled aside in hot 
receding waves as his wildly jerking cock rammed ever deeper up into her 
belly, reaching never-before touched depths of her hungering young cunt. 

She knew she couldn't sop it!...and she knew she wouldn't if she could! Pat 
was soaring on rocketing pinnacles of sexual wantonness, obscene sexual 
abandonment she'd never have guessed possible! The abandoned young nurse was 
feeling a newly released sexuality, a newly freed lasciviousness that was 
beyond her wildest fantasies! This young boy was doing incredible, 
unbelievable things to her!...and he was taking her places she'd never 
dreamed existed! And she couldn't stop him! Wouldn't stop him . . . ! Then 
she was screaming, "Harder! That's it, Duane...harder!" 

* * * 

Chad's hand on the front door, knocking on the hard wood was frozen in 
mid-air, and his mouth hinged open as he listened to the lustful sounds 
ringing through the door. 

"Oh God, yesss...that's it, Duane...harder, harder, Ohhhhhh!" 

Chad stared unseeingly at the door, his head spinning. He couldn't believe 
it! Shit! It sounded just like Pat in there, but it couldn't be! 

With a choked grunt, he lunged at the door, oblivious to the box of rum 
balls in his hand. He had to see, find out for himself that it wasn't true. 
Wrenching open the door, his eyes racing disbelievingly in his head and grim 
lines of anger forming at the sides of his mouth, Chad stepped directly into 
the room, his eyes bulging as he stared with utter loathing at the salacious 
spectacle. 

He saw the naked contorting jumble of flailing arms and legs, lewdly swaying 
breasts and uplifting buttocks-he saw and knew that they belonged, 
unequivocally, to Pat Keefer. And the slender body of the dark-haired 
adolescent boy lying on his back and furiously fucking his young prick up 
into her kneeling body was one of his students! 

"Oooooohhhhhh, God, Duane! Fuck it good! Please fuck it good!" 

Sonofabitch, Chad's eyes suddenly popped open wide at what he was seeing and 
hearing from the nakedly gyrating girl on the floor. His girl friend was 
there, was fucking some kid! Fucked good, and obviously loving it! A 
thousand questions echoed through his mind, questions he didn't have answers 
for, but he was so thunder-struck, he couldn't concentrate on any of them. 
All that he could think of right then was getting to that bitch, doing 
something that would vent the anger seething in his veins! She had suckered 
him, that was apparent enough, and then had rejected him like an old shoe. 
By God, he'd get even! 

The blood rushed in unabated fury to Chad's head, pounding it like a hammer. 
He stood there, unable to move, mindless of everything but the mesmerizing 
rhythm of the young boy fucking up into the wantonly writhing cunt of his 
young, lust-crazed girl friend. Chad could see the lewd sheen of the long 
young cock as it slicked up into the tender flesh until it was sunk to the 
very hilt in Pat's belly. As she rose, he could see the petal-like lips of 
her cunt clinging to the thick base of the youth's cock, trying to swallow 
even more of it up inside her. As he continued to watch the naked teenager 
fucking up into his girl friends eagerly receiving cunt, Chad thought he'd 
go crashing through the floor. It just Wasn't possible! He wanted to run in 
there, separate the pair, throttle them with all the force of his pent-up 
rage! Yet, he was rooted to the ground. It was as if he were under some 
spell cast by the depravity of the act he was witnessing. 

God! He'd never seen Pat so wildly aroused before-never knew she could be so 
lustfully impassioned. He couldn't believe it was actually happening. 

Cruel things flashed through his mind-her cries of "no!, "That hurts!" when 
he'd thrust deep into her, and took her by surprise. Oh Christ, he moaned, 
tormented and furiously angry. 

Pat's feverish moans broke in on his unhappy reveries. His eyes began to 
focus again on the sight of the grinding ass-cheeks of Pat's roundly working 
buttocks as they ground hungrily down, flattening on the almost hairless 
loins of the teenager. Shit! It was that damned Duane! The prize flunky of 
his history class. 

Chad watched in lewd fascination as she rode him thrust for thrust, her 
naked white body startlingly pale against the tanned swarthiness of the 
youth, slamming her cunt down like a whore to meet the boy's savage upward 
strokes. He looked at her, full of disgust and detestation. 

Fucking bitch! his mind screamed, fucking whore. Doing this behind my back! 
Goddamned slut! Subjecting me to this. . . playing second fiddle to a 
goddamned kid! 

Well, he'd have the last laugh! Pat didn't know it, but actually she'd done 
him a favor. No matter how it had come about or who had initiated it, Pat 
was a new woman! There was no doubt about that, he thought, his eyes 
returning once more to the bucking perspiration-soaked body of the redheaded 
nurse. She was aroused, alive, for a change! His cock gave an excited leap 
and automatically, Chad's hand fell to fondle it, encourage it to excited 
broader girth. Fresh thoughts were fermenting licentiously in his brain. 
Anger and resentment were still raging-the persistent wet slapping sounds of 
the young boy lifting and fucking up into the crazed straining body of his 
girl friend were kindling a similar restless heated rhythm in himself. There 
was a gnawing ache in his rapidly burgeoning cock and it seemed to him as if 
the image of the couple fucking on the sofa before him was getting 
blurred-as if his lust-dimmed eyes were failing to register the depraved 
scene correctly with his brain. 

He was like a man possessed. Robot-like, his legs carried him over towards 
the naked couple, his blood-heavy cock still cradled strainingly under his 
pants. 

In a raucous voice, he croaked passionately: "Pat, you slut! You like 
fucking so much, here it comes! I'm going to split your cheating ass hole 
wide open!" 

Pat froze in numbed terror at the sound of the lustful voice. She didn't 
have to turn to know who it was. 

"Chad . . . ? " she managed to moan. "Oh God! He wasn't supposed to be here! 

Her head was whirling. She felt Duane's virilely throbbing cock still locked 
tight in her cunt, vigorously lifting and pounding her down on top of him. 
She turned her head to one side, and her eyes took in her boy friend ripping 
off his clothes. His angrily throbbing cock poled out menacingly in front of 
him. Overwhelmed with shame and mortification, she bowed her head, not 
knowing where to look and not caring about anything! Her world came crashing 
down around her in that instant of discovery of Chad. She was overcome with 
remorse at the knowledge of what she had done with this young boy, and tears 
rushed to her eyes, then dropped onto Duane's hairless young chest. 

Chad stared at the nakedly cowering figure of his girl friend cringing 
flatly down against the slight body of the boy. His eyes glanced over the 
slender sweep of her back, the gentle flare of her hips, the upraised creamy 
white buttocks. His clothes off, he bent over the lewd couple. His hands 
rested on Pat's quivering ass-cheeks and slowly drew them apart until the 
tiny puckered hole of her virginal rectum came into view. 

Pat tried desperately to clench her nakedly vulnerable buttocks together but 
she was no match for the superior strength of her boy friend. She gasped as 
she felt the experimental thrust of his extended middle finger of her 
sensitive anal mouth. 

Chad could see the tightly puckered flesh drawing in at his touch, and his 
finger trembled in lewd excitement. She began to squirm, fear mounting in 
her nakedly kneeling body as Chad, angered at her sluttish behavior, thrust 
his finger in cruelly until he had buried it to the first knuckle. 

"Owwwggghhh...." she sobbed piteously, pain shooting up her rectum like a 
red hot poker. Chad, deriving sadistic delight from her helpless anguish, 
rammed his finger forward again until it was buried to the second knuckle in 
her vainly resisting rectum. He rotated the finger around inside her warm 
buttery depth while his free hand excitedly massaged his still-growing cock. 

With a grunt, he withdrew his finger from the tight little anal ring and 
guided the bulbous head on to its target. His thick hard shaft lay the full 
length of her naked anal crevice, tiny beads of moisture at the glans tip 
lubricating the puckered hole. Again, he brutally spread her tightly 
clenching ass-cheeks, baring the unprotected split completely. 

Gazing in unmitigated pleasure at the fearfully quaking body of his girl 
friend, he hesitated with his massively pulsating cock poised at the tiny 
entryway to her rectum. An unnatural thrill shivered through him from the 
complete helplessness of her kneeling position. She was utterly at his mercy 
now, to do with her as he liked. And by God, he liked to fuck! Without 
further hesitation, the angry man drove his long rock hard cock straight at 
her fearfully quaking anus. 

"UUUuuuggghhh!" Her blood-curdling scream pierced the air as the 
relentlessly impaling cock burst with pitiless force through the tightly 
clenched opening. 

Pat was shot through with sharply shattering pain! She felt as though she 
were being split apart! There were no tears left, and her voice broke into a 
series of dry croaks. Her lewdly invading buttocks gyrated, desperately 
twisting and turning as she tried to dislodge the unnatural skewer, but her 
rotating motions only seemed to incite, her passion fired boy friend into 
more brutality. With a grunt, he surged forward again, and with a sturdy, 
flesh-splitting lurch, sunk the entire thick length of it up into her hotly 
grasping rectum! 

"Oh God...Noooooo...please, no!" Pat sobbed, the agonizingly grating pain 
completely engulfing her. 

Screams spewed from her pain-contorted lips as she was buffeted onto Duane 
outstretched beneath her; her full rounded breasts pressed down hard against 
his chest, legs pressed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his 
thickly embedded cock lay buried far up between her thighs. With one smooth 
motion the boy lifted his hips and rammed his wildly throbbing cock along 
its full inserted length, far up in the steamingly hot depths of her cunt. 
Christ! His own History teacher was fucking her from the rear end! Duane 
didn't know what the hell was coming off, but he was too close to cumming to 
stop. 

"Ooooooh, Goddd!" she screamed as Chad slid relentlessly into her anus all 
the way up to his heavy cum-bloated testicles which slapped hard against the 
cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other thick impaling cock in her cunt! 
The nakedly skewered nurse cried and rocked from side to side, both in the 
excruciating throb of the pain and in the soul-rending humiliation of being 
sandwiched like a common whore between the two lust crazed males who were 
both fucking her mercilessly with their madly throbbing cocks! She could 
feel every inch of their long hard webs thrusting into her defenselessly 
naked loins between her cunt and her rectum separating their fully erect 
shafts. 

The naked nurse writhed and contorted to the steady rhythm of the cock 
fucking maniacally into her ravished cunt and rectum. She felt breathless as 
her horribly stretched opening helplessly gave in and pulled out with their 
strokes! God, she deserved it! 

Chad looked down with something akin to satisfaction at the smoothly rounded 
flesh of her shaking buttocks as they billowed around the deeply sunk shaft 
of his brutally ramming cock. He had found a way to hurt, to mortify his 
unfaithful Pat, to pay her back for the hurt he had suffered because of her! 
But now, as he gazed in lewd excitement at her churning ass-cheeks, the 
thought of his own transgression came back with startlingly magnified 
accusation. He had been unfaithful to her, too. 

Pat was uttering a low whine which went on and on all the time the two males 
ground into her, interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from her 
chest as they smacked into her subjugated body with harder and greater 
force. Her lust dimmed eyes stared up at the ceiling, seething with tears, 
seeing nothing, yet registering every hard thrust she felt. Gradually, her 
torture was becoming beautiful to her, and she was falling deeper into the 
abyss of a new ecstasy, sometimes opening her mouth to chant an obscenity, 
then renewing her frantic whimper as she bucked up and down to take each 
deliciously ramming cock to the hilt. Her breasts were almost spinning in 
circular motion as they kept time with the lewdly grinding undulations of 
her pleasure-torn body. 

Pat felt the transformation from roughness to smoothness and was grateful 
for the gradual easing of the pain in her tortured anus. The boy beneath her 
began to stroke in and out with long easier movements and the two men began 
to cooperate in a unified fucking rhythm, the two rigidly heated cocks 
brushing against each other through the thin dividing membrane. 

Pat was no longer moaning for she had begun to realize that tiny eddies of 
forbidden pleasure were starting to form in her cock-filled belly. She was 
beginning to enjoy it! She tried to fight it, tried to ignore the dawning 
reality that she was beginning to like being fucked by two men at the same 
time! Shame and self-disgust returned at the realization that she was 
enjoying being screwed vaginally by her teenager lover while her older lover 
took her anally. She moaned in abject horror at this sudden discovery of her 
capacity for such depravity as the two males in their lustful frenzy mistook 
her groans for acquiescence, and began to thrust with increased momentum 
into her. Suddenly the tremendous wave of pleasure that was rising in Pat 
swept over the floodgates of her resistance and she moaned mindlessly. 

"Aaaaaaggghhh...Keep on! Keep on!" 

Chad and Duane became wilder and wilder as they punished Pat like a puppet 
between them. All three of their coarse groans intermingled in a kind of 
symphony of primitive erotic abandonment! 

Pat was caught in the throes of incredibly masochistic joy. This debasement 
of her body, this obscene abuse of her femininity and dignity filled her 
with maddened pleasure, the-likes of which she had never experienced before. 
She was being brutally used, fucked half to death by the fury of her boy 
friend and the lust of her teenaged lover! Her whole nakedly kneeling body 
undulated wildly as she squirmed, sandwiched doll-like between the two 
loudly groaning males. 

Suddenly her voice rose above theirs. 

"Aaaaggghhh," she screamed, following it with another, longer cry of wanton 
bliss, "Eeeeeaaaggghhh! Oh God! I'm cummmmming! Aaiiieee!" She was 
completely berserk with fiercely intense pleasure now and began sobbing out 
her orgasm, arching her sweat soaked back again and again as the erotic 
thrills tore through her every atom! The men were egged on to greater, more 
desperate ramming motions by her obscene cries of fulfillment, feeling their 
own cumming mounting in their sperm-filled balls! Suddenly they both plunged 
into her at the same time, embedding their wildly ejaculating cocks deep 
into her tortured pussy and anus as their hotly spewing sperm gushed far up 
into her writhing little belly. 

Pat was caught up in the malestorm of their mutual release. Her head was 
spinning, and she was flailing and tossing between the wildly fucking bodies 
of the two males as they spewed their hot cum deep up into her ravaged 
rectum and vagina! Moan after moan bubbled from her lips as orgasm after 
orgasm spasmed through her in breathless succession, her painfully full 
breasts ready to burst from the pressure as her entire belly seemed filled 
with hot wet pools of swirling male sperm! Dizziness engulfed her and she 
saw nothing, but she could feel the hotly rushing torrents of white liquid 
cum filling her, swelling both passages! The dual flooding swamped her 
frantically puckering rectum and drowned her sorely bruised cunt, and she 
thought the orgasmic outpouring would never end! Then, finally, both men 
sighed and collapsed, their deflating cocks slipping out of her almost in 
unison with lewd wet sucking sounds. They wriggled away from her, chests 
heaving, and she was left alone, her legs still obscenely spread open. The 
over flowing liquid flooded out of her ravished passages and formed a huge 
wet stain on the sofa. 

"Jesus, what a fuck!" young Duane panted in fearful awe. 

Pat lay unhealing, her full white breasts rising and falling with the effort 
of breathing. She looked utterly spent, exhausted. Chad's and Duane's sweat 
still soaking her, choking the pores of her back and running in salty 
rivulets down between her naked breasts and onto her belly before racing 
like mercury down her sides. Her hair was tousled and she felt as though she 
could never rise again, let alone face the world at large. She was now 
really a whore, a degraded, debased woman, and there was nothing left for 
her! It was an overwhelming sense of hopelessness that enveloped her entire 
being! 

Suddenly Duane was afraid-mortally afraid of what his history teacher might 
do. God! He looked like he was ready to kill Pat! The frightened boy jerked 
on his pants and darted for the door, not bothering with the rest of his 
clothes that still lay in a heap next to the sofa. It was time to get the 
hell out! He raced out the door and tore down the Reefer's sidewalk and 
revved away on his motorcycle. Goddamnit, he knew it was too good to be 
true-but Jesus!-while it had lasted! The breath jerked through his lungs 
painfully as he rode and the wind was cold on his bare chest as he drove on. 

Back in the Reefer's house, Chad stood looking down at the nakedly sprawling 
Pat as he pulled on his clothes. Her boy lover had sure as hell beat it 
fast-scared shitless, the little flunky! Well, by God, the fucking kid could 
have her! She could fry in hell, for all he cared. 

As he turned to leave, Chad's voice pierced the air. "I thought you were a 
lady, Pat. Christ, how wrong can a man be?" 

Pat never knew how long she lay where he'd left her. It was dark and she 
felt dizzy when she tried to sit up. Finally she managed it, stumbling to 
the bathroom and staring dully at her reflection in the mirror. There were 
faint red threads on her skin where Chad had clawed at her. So, cheating was 
okay for him, but not for her! Who needed double standards like that, 
anyway? 

She clung to the cold porcelain of the sink, her body trembling from the 
aftershocks of her orgasm, her hair a flaming red halo matching the small 
trickle of blood oozing from her left breast where Duane's kissing nibbled 
had gone out of control. It brought a cry of alarm from her chest. 

No, it wasn't good. None of it was good. Her life was in shambles and she 
had no one to blame but herself. It was obvious she would have to resign 
from the school, give up her position or have it taken from her. Chad would 
see to that. 

Even if he didn't spread stories about her, it wouldn't take long before 
there would be an instant replay of today. Already Duane had talked her into 
stealing syringes from the supply room. What next? Drugs? And all because of 
those velvet brown eyes-those eyes like Kim's. 

Kim, yes, dear, sweet Kim. If only he knew what power he had held over her, 
more insistent and embracing than a witch's spell. That's what she'd do, she 
realized with a start. She would go back to the place where it had all 
started and try to rediscover who Pat Keefer was and start all over. 


THE END
