RWS-197  Nurse's Surprise
(Faye Jackson)


FOREWORD

Author Faye Jackson's multi-dimensional portrait of Angie Farrel, a woman caught between the magnetic force of her own hidden lust and the restrictions of a yet unliberated society, goes beyond the best of D. H. Lawrence's "erotic" literature in uncovering the dark trauma that must be the secret Achilles' heel of a far greater number of women today than one might ordinarily suspect. With scintillating imagery and unself-conscious, explicit sexual description, this brilliant new novel calls to the fore the ineffable passion of a woman who can achieve fulfillment only through sex with innocent young boys, and demonstrates how this syndrome is interwoven with other more socially acceptable feminine characteristics that have been draped in Florence Nightingale white and sterilized to please the puritan ethic.

Perhaps an etymological foray is in order: break down the word "compassion" and you have "with passion". Angie Farrel's dilemma is simple enough in that light she has never been able to separate passion from compassion. Probably not even she is sure of the motivation that drives her early in the book when she allows the helpless old invalid for whom she is a private nurse to amuse himself harmlessly by taking liberties with her body. And the motivation that drives her to become the sexual aggressor with an inexperienced young boy must be equally hazy in her own understanding of herself. It is as much the very innocence of the child as his sheer physical beauty that attracts Angie, yet it is the innocence she is compelled to destroy, almost against even her own wishes.

The fact that Author Jackson has chosen a nurse as the central character for this searing novel allows her to drive her theme home with the greatest possible lucidity; nurses have long had a reputation for open mindedness and insight into the facts of life. Then in stark detail Miss Jackson unfolds the problem that can beset even such an enlightened individual.

How much more perplexing might the same situation be for a school teacher, a restless housewife during summer vacation, or a nun?

It is with pride and gratitude that the publishers present Miss Jackson's newest novel, which we feel must cinch for her in the eyes of the public the exalted and esteemed position she has held for some time in vanguard critical circles.

- The Publishers


CHAPTER ONE

Angie Farrel sorted her employer's afternoon ration of pills from the menagerie of bottles on the nightstand beside his bed and poured a glass of water. She sighed, a faintly mischievous smile on her lips. She was intuitively aware of Mr. Hamilton's eyes on her buttocks and she had little doubt as to what he was thinking. She always sensed it.

"I've got a surprise for you," he said shrilly. His voice reminded her of crackling corn.

"Surprise?"

She turned slowly, her eyes dropping furtively toward her body. Though she would be twenty eight soon, she knew she still had the soft sensuous curves of a girl in her late teens breasts high and voluptuously rounded, a perfect 36-C; her belly flat and narrow, sloping faultlessly into the gently rising mound of her pubis; a wide cradle-like pelvis that seemed almost perfectly constructed for sex and child bearing, with tight smoothly flaring buttocks that rippled against the flimsy almost transparent material of her white nurse's uniform; long, perfectly formed, downy soft legs....

"I'll tell you later," Mr. Hamilton said.

He pressed the button on his arm rest and the electric wheelchair scooted toward her. He stopped abruptly beside the bed, gazing up at her breasts with his beaming child-like eyes.

"Now come on, Mr. Hamilton. You know I can't stand the suspense."

Angie took a step toward him and reached out to lightly stroke his fluffy white hair that stood out in odd directions from his head as if in caricature of a mad scientist. His beaming eyes narrowed. She could hear his soft hoarse breathing as he tilted his head to the side and lay it gently against her belly. Now his aged, gnarled features were almost obscured by the jutting mounds of her breasts as she leaned over to cushion them on the top of his head, cradling his face against them as if he were a sleeping baby.

"What's the secret, Mr. Hamilton," she purred softly as she stroked his cheek.

When he spoke again it was with that breathless excited voice, the meaning of which she'd long ago come unmistakably to know. "I'll tell...you later. First...."

"Now Mr. Hamilton," she kidded.

"Angie."

She couldn't refuse him, of course, and unless the time was completely wrong with her period, she hardly ever did. It had become almost an established ritual between them, recognized by her as part of her job in babying and nursing the seventy year old invalid, and she performed her half of the ritual no more grudgingly than she would have performed the task of changing his diapers if he were the infant he often reminded her of.

"Angie...."

Her body tensed slightly at the first trembling touch of his hands on her buttocks. She sighed, gazing down between the full roundness of her breasts with watery eyes as she felt the thin fingers move with urgency over the firm resilient flesh of her voluptuously curved hips, gently tugging and teasing the flimsy material of her uniform skirt and the soft silk of the scantily covering panties beneath.

Angie felt a faint stirring of excitement begin to course through her body as the spryly searching hands dropped down the softness of her thighs and moved back up beneath her skirt. She shivered, stiffening her legs as the brittle nails scratched tenderly at her warm sensitive flesh. She experienced a uniquely spiritual sensation of warmth that augmented the raw physical sensations coursing through her loins as the hands moved upward between her thighs, closer to her panties and the hot forbidden parts beneath them, then a rude shock at the first electric contact of the finger snaking beneath the tight elastic leg band of her panties to brush across the thin hair-lined slit of her vagina.

"Ooohhhh Mr. Hamilton," she purred softly, her hips swaying slightly as he began to stroke the silk and rub it with exquisite friction up and down the already involuntarily moistening lips.

"Angie...." he moaned again with even greater strain in his cracking voice.

"My poor baby," she whispered, stroking his fluffy white hair almost in time with his now intense teasing of her loins.

Mr. Hamilton continued to toy with her panties, brushing the silk tantalizingly over the softly curling strands of her pubic hair and the rising, now warmly tingling bud of her clitoris. Then with his other hand he worked the hem of her skirt slowly upward, feasting his eyes on the cream white flesh of her smoothly formed thighs. He lifted it up until it was bunched up over her hips and he could see several inches of the lovely smooth flesh of her belly above the tight elastic waistband of the panties that were transparent enough to reveal the shadowy triangle of sandy pubic hair beneath them. Again he snuggled his face against her pelvis, nuzzling the warmth of her flesh as his finger pressed the flimsy silken crotch band of the panties aside to allow himself even greater access to the now moistly glistening slit of her cunt.

Angie shuddered, thrills of delight surging through her body as his fingers caressed the tingling bud of her clitoris and snaked teasingly up between the thinly pulsating lips of her vagina.

"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned, her breath coming in short gasps, her hips spontaneously beginning to undulate in response to the delicately probing fingers.

"Lay down," he gasped, beginning to pull more eagerly now at the elastic waistband at the top of her panties, pulling it away from the flaring bones of her pelvis, inching the panties slowly downward to reveal the softly curling strands of pubic hair nestled between them.

She sucked her breath in loudly, her legs trembling weakly as she felt the soft silken material slide down over the curves of her hips, midway down her thighs where he left them hanging like constricting hobbles on a horse.

"Lay down, Angie, and let me watch you finger yourself."

She remembered the first time. It was not much more than a month after she'd left the hospital and taken this isolated job caring for the helpless old wheelchair ridden eccentric. She'd seen him staring at her often with eyes that lewdly combined jaded lechery with this child-like wonder. She'd known what he was thinking, but of course he was harmless. She didn't begrudge him the fact that at his age he could still appreciate at least looking at a woman's body.

Then that first time, without warning, he'd reached out to wrap his arms around her hips and pull her to him, snuggling his face against her pelvis, his hands snaking hungrily up beneath her skirt as he gazed with those pleading, desperate eyes up at her. The eyes had seemed to come alive in an uncanny manner, she remembered, as if beneath the old chiseled bones of his gaunt face lay the spirit of a child newly awakened. He'd reminded her of other real boy-children, that she was desperately trying to forget at the time, yet that was why she had not stopped him. It was as though she were offering discovery of a new and fascinating world to a virgin young teenager caged in an old and musty skull draped in wrinkled and dying flesh, and she could not refuse. She could say to him to stop, but she could not actually stop him. And then when he'd taken her too far, he'd let her know what he wanted and there was no reason to refuse that either. She would have had to do it anyway, in the privacy of her bedroom or behind the locked door of the bathroom. And if there was that fragment of joy left in his life, she couldn't deny him the pleasure of watching what she would have had to do anyway. And it was all so much like the other thing she was trying to forget, her fingers like a small, boy-like penis, recalled with a nostalgia that would not be squelched.

"Lay down on the bed, Angie, and let me watch you finger-fuck yourself."

She drew away from him, her desire rising from his lewd use of the crude four letter word. His hands dropped back to his lap and he stared at her as she retreated to the head of the bed, before the nightstand and the menagerie of the vials and jars of medication.

"And take off your dress, Angie. Your dress and your brassiere. Everything but your panties...."

The memory of it charged her with an even more demanding and urgent lust. Her heart pounding with excitement, she began to unbutton her dress, then pushed it gently off her softly rounded shoulders and let it fall to the floor beside the nightstand. Then she reached behind her back and with a flick of her fingers her brassiere fell away to expose the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts, standing out high and proud. She gazed down with feverish eyes, feeling her turgid quivering nipples rise tautly in response to their exposure. Mr. Hamilton stared at her eagerly as her hands moved up to massage them in slow teasing circles, tweaking the nipples to even greater, throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed as she swayed musically on her feet, as though on stage, stripping to music before the delighted eyes of her one-man audience. Then, the panties still clutching midway down her well formed thighs beneath the completely exposed mound of sparsely curling pubic hair and the already thinly exposed slit of her vagina, she lay back on the bed, gazing wantonly down at her own naked beauty.

She writhed sensuously, squirming her buttocks nervously as her hands moved slowly over the smooth plane of her belly. Then her body stiffened at the first contact of her own fingers on the tingling ripeness of her clitoris. In spite of the elastic resistance of the closely clinging panties, she drew her thighs further apart, stretching the tightly constricting silk until she thought it would tear with the slightest bit more strain, her middle finger tweaking her clitoris frenziedly to send tiny chills of craving desire darting like electric shocks through her body. Already her face was contorted in a delirium of lust, her lips bared over gritted teeth, eyes narrowed as she gazed down between her excitedly quivering breasts at her sensuously undulating loins. She teased her clitoris delicately, imagining that her middle finger was a small young penis. Now she began to flick it cautiously between the pink silken-haired cuntal lips, parting them gently to stroke the slick velvety inner walls, alternating between vivid sensations of stroking her clitoris and the more subtle surges of hunger she derived from the manipulation of the soft fleshy outer lips themselves.

With heightened awareness she listened to the distant sounding moans that issued from the intensely watching older man. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched him wheel his chair manually a couple of feet closer to the bed. Trembling he leaned forward to get an even better view as she began to probe deeper into her cunt with her middle finger, parting the lips wider with one and forming a two-fingered wedge with the other to stretch the tight fleshy opening.

She groaned, squirming her hips even more wildly on the bed. The sheet was twisted and nestled between the widely parted cheeks of her buttocks, and she could feel the tickling teasing friction of it against the sensitive little mouth of her tiny puckered anus. Then as she worked one hand even deeper up into her lewdly spread cunt, she resumed the desperate stroking of her clitoris with the other. It was even more feverish now as her wildly rising desire surged to a new height.

She moved her fingers rhythmically in and out of the widening lips of her openly splayed pussy, her facial muscles tightening with each penetration into the hungry pink folds. In spite of the tightly binding constriction of the panties around her lower thighs she jackknifed her knees back almost to her breasts, almost lifting her hips off the bed so the old man in the wheelchair could see clearly the completely exposed loins, the wide-stretched lips of her cunt and the dark forbidden little mouth they opened into appearing like bursting flowers. And as she rocked her hips up higher, he moaned a low deep throated moan as he glimpsed the contrastingly tight, hairless little nether ring of her anus.

Angie hardly noticed as the old man's hand slipped beneath the blanket over his lap, futilely massaging his own limp penis as he watched his voluptuous young nurse being swept away into the fantasy world of her masturbation. She was possessed now. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly together as she writhed beneath her hotly driving fingers in a wild, uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm of her hand drove groans of keenly rising pleasure from deep in her throat as the obscenely working fingers sank wetly into the greedily clasping little opening, making lewd moist sucking sounds each time she withdrew them and shoved them in again. Her face crimsoned and flushed hotly as she began to strain for climax, her head rolling from side to side, her hands beating a wild staccato against the widespread lips of her nakedly squirming vagina. Her grunts were growing louder and rising to a more delirious pitch with each passing second as Angie fought wildly for the end to come.

And now...now the memories did not elude her. She dragged them like old ghosts from the depths of her subconscious; they haunted and taunted her like a phantom, unnamed sadist. Through blurred vision she watched the old man, leaning closer to her and breathing heavier now in his excitement. Yes, beneath the wrinkled lids and cheeks beamed the eyes of a child, innocent and discovering. Her mind undressed the years from his body until his skin was new and smooth, naked in the sunshine. She dreamed of a small young cock, faintly haired with a silken fuzzy down, of smooth naked buttocks, hairless muscled legs running on the sand. She remembered once when she'd done it with someone just like that in a hospital bed just like the one she was in now....

Angie's breath was coming in short hot exhalations. She was going to cum. Now frantically she finger-fucked herself, urgently extracting every tingle of the heatedly growing sensation from her lust-incited loins. She strained and stretched her legs outward in sudden convulsion, lifting her hips off the bed in a high, spasmodic arch, her fingers slithering deeper and more desperately into the silken depths of her cunt, tearing more feverishly at the white hot bud of her clitoris. Then with a final deeply heaved gasp her belly exploded and she sank back in exhaustion, her hips still twitching in involuntary spasms, her naked, sweat-soaked breasts heaving and quivering sensuously on her chest as she tried to catch up with her breath.

Gradually she opened her eyes, which had glazed over so much from her wild, uninhibited exhibition that the figure sitting in the wheel chair looked hazy and blurred. He was smiling, all gums, and his blue eyes were twinkling with the child-like joy that was always the emotional complement to her more basic physical reward when she "performed" for him. He was holding out something toward her. An envelope with the emblem of the Greyhound Bus Lines emblazoned on the front.

"What's that?" she gasped, still breathless and now blushing with slight embarrassment at her nakedness.

"I think you've been spending too much time cooped up with an old reprobate like me." He paused, sort of cackling. "But I know what you do with your vacations nothing; you go off and hide and you don't have any contact with young people. So I've arranged for you to take a two week working holiday. You will be replaced here by a Mrs. Fitzimmons who, if she can get her fat ass through the door, will care for my more basic physical needs while you're gone."

"But...."

She didn't know why, but already she felt a great dark shadow of apprehension. Suddenly she sat up on the bed and leaned over to retrieve her uniform from the floor. Without bothering to put on her brassiere she hastily slipped into the uniform and nervously began to button it up.

"How would you like to get out in the country for a while? Where there's fresh air and sunshine and you can swim and wander around in the woods? Don't you think you'd prefer younger patients with scratched knees and summer colds to this?" He cackled again, shrugging his frail shoulders.

"But what are you talking about, Mr. Hamilton?"

She took the bus ticket from the envelope. It was a roundtrip to Eureka, California.

"It's a summer camp for children. Teenagers. The director's late father was a good friend of mine, and their regular nurse has to take a two week leave of absence. State regulations require that they keep a registered nurse in residence at all times the camp is open. It happened to come to my attention, so...."

He said more, but she didn't hear him. The black cloud of apprehension now whirled through her mind like a dark tornado, twisting her thoughts so she couldn't concentrate or focus her attention on what he was saying. She felt almost sick at her stomach and a myriad of questions assailed her. Did he know about the dark event in her past that was her reason for being here now acting as nursemaid to the likes of him instead of a regular nurse? Was this some kind of cruel joke he'd contrived to punish her because he'd somehow found out the truth about her? Was it a trick, a trap to tie her to her past? Or could it be mere cruel coincidence?

"A girl's camp?" she asked desperately, seizing to the hope that it could be that easily explained.

He cackled again. "Girls and boys. There are two adjoining sections. They're in their teens, fourteen and fifteen."

"I can't, Mr. Hamilton. I really can't do...that. There are...reasons."

"Now Angie. I'm afraid it's all settled. You'll leave day after tomorrow. One of the counselors will meet you at the station in Eureka. And you just relax and have a good time up there. You've been hiding from life long enough."


CHAPTER TWO

As Angie stepped off the bus she noted the look of recognition in the eyes of the clean cut, athletic looking young man dressed in bermuda shorts and a tight fitting white T-shirt.

"Miss Farrel?"

"Yes," she answered with a nervous smile. "I'm Steve White."

He shook her hand firmly, yet held to it a moment longer then she would have expected, looking her over in a friendly manner, but with unmistakable attention paid to the soft curves of her body that were displayed in her tightly clinging summer dress. Then at last he released the grip on her hand and stooped to pick up her bag. He put his hand to the small of her back and guided her toward a GMC pickup truck parked in the taxi zone before the front of the bus station.

"You're name's Angie, I think? I'll call you that."

"Of course, please do," she replied as he held the door for her and she climbed into the cab of the pickup.

Angie looked the young man over in turn as he walked around to the driver's side. He was really a very masculine and handsome looking fellow, she supposed. She imagined most women in her position would be pleased, but Angie had other, more pressing matters on her mind. It hadn't even occurred to her that she might meet an interesting and handsome counselor of her own age group, that a summer affair might be the natural trend of events and that no doubt was what Mr. Hamilton had been thinking about when he'd arranged her working holiday, and she was also quite sure merely from that brief moment of contact with Steve White that he'd been making an early evaluation of the prospects for that. She wondered what he would think if he knew how really far removed were her own concerns now, if he knew for instance that her mere acceptance of this temporary job in a camp that would be overrun by young boys had been surrender to temptation after a virtual life and death struggle with her conscience. She wondered what this obviously upright young man would think if he knew about her secret compulsion. But one thing was certain: she couldn't afford to get involved with anyone during these two weeks. Somehow or another she had to keep the lid completely closed on her passions for the duration.

"Drive-in movie over there," Steve said to interrupt her introspection. Looking up, Angie realized they'd already left the town of Eureka and were heading south on a new super highway. "I thought maybe you might like to come into town with me tonight. When's the last time you did the coke and popcorn thing at a drive-in?"

"A long time," she said. "But I really think I want to spend my first night just...getting acquainted with the place...there. And...."

Steve was grinning. "Well, you'll change you mind in a couple of days. The scenery's nice enough in the daytime, but you're not going to want to spend too many nights sitting around the campfire singing boy scout songs with a bunch of horny juveniles. And lights out are at nine."

Angie looked away, blushing, and tried to concentrate on the scenery which, as they left the town farther behind, was growing more lovely by the minute.

"What was the other nurse like?" she asked to make conversation. "The woman whose place I'm taking?"

"Like you. A real knock-out! And these kids went out of their minds over her. They will for you too."

"Well... the country is beautiful anyway," she stammered, changing the subject:

"Wait till we really get into the boondocks. You haven't seen anything yet."

A mile or so farther Steve exited on a narrow paved road designated Avenue of the Giants. The "giants" referred to were the redwoods that lined both sides of the highway which lay at the base of trunks with a diameter the length of the pickup, and towering to such a height above the road that it was completely shaded and driving along it was almost like going through a tunnel. Then he took another exit onto an even older road that wound along parallel to a crooked stream that ran between two wooded hills.

"Not far now. Ten minutes," Steve said.

The camp itself, as Steve had explained, was situated on an old logging sight that had been closed down late in the last century. The new growth of trees, though they hardly compared to the thousand year old variety that had been preserved on Avenue of the Giants, had been substantial and the foliage around the camp gave an overall effect that was completely opposite to the effect of total desolation witnessed on one hill currently being timbered not too far from the road. As they passed through the entrance gate Angie was genuinely overwhelmed by the quaint beauty of the place. The old logging barracks, mess quarters, dance hall and the two smaller but more elegant residence houses where Steve explained the owners of the company had lived were all either very well preserved or had been reconstructed with a fine eye for detail. It was almost like stepping into the last century, or at least emerging unexpectedly on a perfectly designed movie set.

"It's very lovely," Angie said.

"Yeah, they did a good job. Here, I'll get you oriented right now, then show you to your own quarters. Then after you do your freshening up we'll go up to the office and meet Mr. Melrose." Steve brought the pickup to a halt before a medium-sized redwood structure that looked like it might have seven or eight rooms at the most. "This is the staff housing. Mr. Melrose lives and has his office in the place up the hill there you can hardly see it for the trees, but it's really a beautiful spot. Now there, on the other side of the creek, is the girl's dorm. We built that new ourselves this spring. That's the boy's barracks here on this side...The first-aid clinic, which is officially your stomping ground, is here in the staff quarters. And if you'll look closely through those trees behind the girl's dorm, you'll see a nice buck and about four does."

Angie looked sharply in the direction he was pointing. At first she thought he was kidding her. Then she did spot one deer, without homs so she presumed it was a doe, but almost the moment she saw it the animal dashed into the dark seclusion of the trees.

"You'll see plenty of those while you're here. Come on, I'll show you to your room. It's right across the hall from mine."

Steve got her bag from the back and Angie climbed down out of the pickup. Already she could detect a marked difference in the air, and though it was warm, the heat was not nearly so bad as in the city.

"And where are the boys?" Angie asked hesitantly, then stopped herself short, immediately realizing her blooper. "The kids, I mean."

"Oh, scattered around. You usually find a few of them at the tennis courts, up the hill there, this time of day. And there are several nice swimming holes on down the creek."

Steve showed Angie to a modest but adequate bedroom, indicated the bathroom down the hall, then told her he'd be waiting out front when she was ready to go meet the director of the camp. She washed her face and changed into a pair of slacks and a sleeveless blouse. She would like to have worn shorts, as she could certainly have used the suntan on her legs, but she didn't want to do anything that might attract the kind of attention that would make it even more difficult for her to maintain her self discipline and result in a repeat of the scandal that had almost ruined her career in fact, had ruined her career back home in Iowa; she could never go back there and get any kind of nursing job again. Finally refreshed, if still very nervous, she rejoined Steve on the large redwood porch before the house.

They traversed a five-foot bridge over a smaller dried-up stream, then ascended a rock stairway up the hill to Mr. Melrose's home and office. As they emerged onto the plateau, Angie was even more impressed. She paused for a moment to appreciate the sheer antique beauty of the sprawling redwood structure. Then she was startled by the shrill whistle, obscene as a catcall, the kind of whistle you might expect a movie starlet to get on skid row in downstairs Los Angeles. Blushing, she jerked around angrily.

"Well, there are the kids," Steve said. "That's Bill who did the whistling, and with his partner Tony they make up the earthy duo of the camp."

Angie had no difficult distinguishing which two of the number of boys either playing or lounging around the sides of the tennis court were the ones Steve had referred to. They were a couple of robust young bruisers, both with slightly unkempt hair and deep bronze tans, very healthy looking, very handsome, with a look of worldly knowledge which, though it might not have been completely genuine, certainly set them apart from the other youngsters.

"My God, they look like seasoned sailors," Angie stammered, the nervous flutter growing in her stomach.

"They just about are," Steve laughed. "They're from San Francisco, south of Market. But they're basically good kids, just a little wild. Tony's going to be a football hero if anyone can ever get him to go to college. And Bill's the fast one with the girls. Speaking of girls, that's Rosemary, who is the fast one with the boys."

Angie shifted her attention to a voluptuous young brunette, clad in tight fitting shorts that clung like a second skin to the fully rounded globes of her almost bursting out young buttocks and a tight halter that revealed an almost indecent amount of cleavage between her large high flung breasts. Though she was obviously not more than fifteen, Rosemary also had a very earthy, knowledgeable look in her eyes. It wasn't too hard to surmise that her grasp of the facts of life had been just as premature as the development of her breasts, which would already put to shame many maturely formed women.

"Come on in," Steve said. "You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with the kids later."

They passed through a small carpeted foyer and Steve knocked at a darkly varnished door. A deep voice from the other side beckoned them to come inside.

"Mr. Melrose, this is Angie Farrel," Steve said. "Angie Mr. Melrose."

"Hello, my dear."

Mr. Melrose was a heavy set, middle aged man with thick glasses and a black pointed mustache. His smile looked plastic but the lewd twinkle in his eyes as he let his gaze drift indiscreetly down the length of Angie's ripe and voluptuous body seemed totally sincere. There was something about the man that almost immediately put Angie off. He reminded her of a used car salesman.

"Won't you sit down," he said, indicating a chair across from his desk.

"I'll see you outside and show you around the rest of the camp," Steve said, then exited.

"Well," Mr. Melrose said with another broad smile. "I'm uh...very glad we were able to drag you away from old Hamilton for these two weeks. With our regular nurse being called away we were really in somewhat of a jam. But I'm sure...everything will work out fine now." He paused, decorating his face with another of those lewdly appraising smiles that sent chills down Angie's spine. "I suppose I could go into some long speech about your duties here, but I believe it's really so simple I hardly need bother. You're on hand primarily in the event there is an emergency, an accident of some sort, and you'll find our little clinic is quite well equipped. The most serious things we've had to deal with in the past have been minor cuts and bruises. Aside from the nursing aspects, you are responsible for bed check in the girls' dorm that's at nine -and of course you may find yourself in the occasional role of substitute "sister" to one of the girls, or "mother" to the boys. But...." he shrugged. "Do you have any questions?"

"I don't think so."

"Of course most of your time will be free. There's some wonderful country around here. And there are some nice places to swim. I presume you brought your suit?"

"Yes. I did."

"On that subject, there's one other thing I perhaps should caution you about. Our boys, of course, are at that age where they begin to get...curious...about the facts of life, so to speak. You, being a nurse and a very attractive woman, are a natural object for their attentions, their sexual attentions, I mean. Of course I'm sure that you would do nothing intentionally that could create a scandal, but I always feel I should caution a good looking woman like yourself. What I'm trying to say is that you have to exert a certain amount of care in your dealings with these young men they are in fact young men, you know. You have to win their respect and you have to maintain it...."

"I'm sure I...I won't have...too much trouble along that line," Angie stammered. "I mean, with the boys. I'm sure I can -handle myself all right."

"I'm sure you can."

Mr. Melrose chatted for awhile longer, though Angie couldn't see much importance in what he was saying. He was just making conversation, and it was a conversation that at the moment she wanted no part of. His remark about the boys' sexual attention had upset her completely. For a minute, in the wildest paranoia, she'd thought that maybe he knew something, somehow. But that was impossible, of course. If he had known anything, she wouldn't have been here now. But it was still striking too close to home for comfort, and all she wanted was a little time to herself to get reorganized and regain at least a semblance of inner poise. It seemed like an eternity had passed before he finally excused her and told her he'd look forward to seeing her at dinner.

"He gets pretty verbose sometimes," Steve said when she finally emerged from the house.

"He surely does."

Angie ignored a second whistle from the boys at the tennis court and Steve preceded her down the steps toward their staff quarters. Angie walked with a bowed head. She was exhausted not so much from the trip but from the mental strain she'd been through the last two days. She knew she'd made a terrible mistake by allowing herself to be pushed into coming here, but she'd done it. Now somehow she just had to get through her two weeks.

"That's Bobby," Steve said as they crossed the bridge. "He's the only genuine weirdo in the group."

Angie looked up with scarce interest. Then as she saw the boy seated on the steps leading up to the entrance of the staffs' quarters she came to a sudden dead stop. And for an instant she felt as if her heart had leapt into her throat.

He was beautiful. It wasn't so much a physical thing, though there was that also, the blond curly hair, the facial features of a Greek boyish statue, the smooth deeply tanned skin revealed by the fact that he wore no shirt and only a pair of cut off Levi shorts. But it was the fragile look and the freshness and warmth in the child's eyes as he stared quietly back at her, smiling faintly, his eyes so clear and innocent, such a striking contrast to those other boys who'd whistled at her from the tennis court. And his face reminded her of another face, that she'd long tried to forget, and now seeing it she wanted to cuddle it, hold it to her bosom and stroke the tousled blonde curls of hair, to kiss it tenderly.

My God, what am I thinking? she asked herself, frantically trying to fight down the surging in her bosom and loins. I've got to get hold of myself right now. I can't go through that again.

"Weirdo?" she gasped. "Why...do you say that?"

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't. He's just a strange kid." Steve laughed softly. "Keeps to himself, always has this intent look, like he's on the verge of discovering the secret of the universe. Rosemary Wharton, the gal up the hill I pointed out, has been chasing him like a hungry cat. And it's not that he runs from her. He just doesn't seem to care about girls yet."

Angie felt the jealous indignation rise sourly in her breasts. The thought of it made her almost sick, that vulgar exhibitionist girl even touching this beautiful innocent boy. It was absurd of course. She knew that. She knew her own desires and that motherly protective instinct that had been triggered by what Steve had said were warped. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't change the way she felt.

"Bobby, this is Miss Farrel, the new nurse," Steve said as they reached the steps.

Bobby leaned aside to make room for them to pass, gazing with the same faint smile up at Angie. She almost stumbled and fell; she was so nervous and off balance she could hardly stand. And she was staring at his smooth naked torso and she knew she was staring, and she couldn't take her eyes away.

"Hello, Miss Farrel."

"Hello, Bobby."

She brushed past him up the steps. Then she stopped, turning back to Seve. "Can I change my mind about that movie?"

"Sure. But don't you want to look around awhile now?"

"No. I'm tired. I just want to rest. But I would like to see the movie."

Awkwardly she retreated into the building and fled down the hall to her room. In that one flash she'd seen Bobby everything had changed completely. Her problem, as she'd seen it before, now seemed inconsequential. The boys up the hill at the tennis court might in a lewd sense have tempted her, because they were boys. But with Bobby it was blown completely out of proportion. He was too beautiful. He was too young and smooth-skinned and pure. He was too much like the other one, the one she'd been trying to forget for seemingly so long now....


CHAPTER THREE

Steve turned Mr. Melrose's station wagon off the main road and up a little narrow logging trail. Angie sighed. It had been years since she'd been through anything like this a regular high school type "date", and now the clich would be complete. They were going parking.

"This is a really great spot up here. When the moon's out you can see the whole valley."

"But it's not out tonight."

Steve looked over at her with faint irritation, then gunned the engine of the station wagon so the tires spun in the gravel as they climbed the steep grade. At last the trail leveled off as they reached the plateau. He eased the vehicle to a halt and turned off the ignition.

"Are you involved with a man down in Santa Barbara? I mean...did you come here to get away from something or... ? "

"Why do you ask that?" she said nervously.

"Oh, I don't know. You just seem so completely preoccupied with something."

"No. It's...nothing."

Angie fidgeted with her hands in her lap, staring through the windshield into the dark expanse of the redwoods spread over the valley.

"Preoccupied" was a gross understatement for the way she'd felt all evening. She'd hardly even been able to follow the plot of the movie. And if Steve only knew how much the opposite of an "escape" this whole episode was going to be for her.

"I mean, if you are emotionally bound up with some guy down there, I don't want to come on to you like some insensitive creep. Do you understand?"

"I'm not involved. "

He waited a minute and then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, putting his arm around her shoulder to half turn her body to his, snaking his tongue wetly in between her limply parted lips. She wanted to resist him, but she hardly had the will. It didn't seem to matter that much, for this was all so far removed from what was really on her mind, that held her attention as an obsession even now. And even as Steve's hands moved over the soft curves of her shoulders, down the sensitive line of her spine to draw her torso up against his own muscular chest, the vision of the young boy sitting almost naked on the redwood steps looking up at her with those clear blue eyes that reflected all the purity and innocence of his youth still lurked hauntingly in her mind.

Angie sighed as Steve's lips left hers and moved to the side of her face, then down the soft warm skin of her neck. She felt her breasts begin to swell, a tingling at the tips of her nipples as he hugged her even more tightly to the rippling muscles of his chest. Then his hand slipped beneath her arm, gently squeezing the vibrant firmness of the smoothly curved breasts that was now pushed up hard against his chest.

"No, Steve," she moaned softly, squirming in the car seat as his lips moved farther down on her neck, his tongue flicking in softly searing lashes over the sensuously tender flesh.

His hand pressed more firmly against her breast and through the tightly constricting elastic of her brassiere she could feel his fingers probe and knead the hotly swelling flesh, creating a teasing friction that caused the tiny nipple to grow suddenly to tingling rigidity.

"Ooohhh," she moaned softly, allowing herself a moment of unrestrained enjoyment of the warm contact, forgetting who she was with and concentrating totally on the sheer physical sensation of having her body held and softly mashed against the hard strong chest. She closed her eyes, purring softly. Then in her mind she saw once again that intriguing vision of the young blond boy seated on the porch and her breathing quickened suddenly, the faint fluttering in her warmly sensuous loins growing more pronounced.

Steve sensed the change in her, and he could only assume it was a weakening of her resistance in response to himself. He moved his lips back to her mouth, kissing her more passionately and worming his tongue deeply and searchingly into the moist dark cavem of her mouth, his hand moving between their tightly pressed bodies to completely cover the ripely bursting voluptuous breast. Then gasping, Angie jerked herself away from him, her body trembling as she tried to fight down the welling desire.

"No, Steve." She shook her head emphatically. "It's not right."

He grinned, lecherously running his eyes over the softly rounded curves of her body. Somehow during their brief contact her hair had come unpinned and spilled wildly down over her shoulders to lend to her a wanton and earthy look that was only heightened by the slight flush to her face and the glaze on her eyes.

"I'll put the seat down," he said. "It makes into a bed."

"I think you'd better drive me back to the camp," she said, trying to endow her voice with a semblance of conviction.

"Quit pussyfooting around. You know what you want. You're dying for it."

If you only knew what it is I am dying for! Angie thought bitterly. But she didn't lift a hand to resist as Steve reached up and began to flick open the buttons down the front of her blouse, pulling the thin material apart to slowly expose the soft white flesh of the smoothly rounded mounds of her breasts, pushed up high together by a flimsy, laced brassiere.

She saw his eyes light up brightly at the sight of her bare, softly pulsating flesh. There was a lewd look on his face now that completely contrasted with the All American Boy character she'd first read him for utterly salacious. She shook her head faintly back and forth in limp protest as she watched him pee! his T-shirt suddenly up his chest and over his head to reveal his broad, hairy torso. Again her mind contrasted this image with the lingering vision of the young boy in her mind. She felt a wave of revulsion pass through her mind, yet somehow the contract further stirred the unwelcome desire that had implanted itself in her loins. And this was only the beginning, she thought. She'd only seen him for that brief glimpse and already she was almost going out of her mind with hunger. Perhaps she should do something to alleviate that, a cold calculated act of depravity that at least might save her from doing something even worse and reliving the horrible scandal she'd been running from for two years. But it seemed such a vicious prospect, so cold and lewd, not tempered by the humanitarian aspect that had always seemed to justify the ritual with Mr. Hamilton. For this would be masturbation also. Masturbation with another human body instead of her own finger, using another human, like a mindless tool while she pretended he was someone else.

"No," she stammered weakly as he moved toward her.

His arm embraced her again as her hand went flat against the coarse curls of hair on his chest, and then his mouth was pressed to hers once more, his tongue sliding quickly between her lips, past the barrier of her even white teeth, and she found herself softly sucking it and twirling her own tongue in moist flicking motions against it. Then he reached up beneath her blouse, his fingers brushing teasingly up the soft skin of her spine to deftly flick loose the snap of her brassiere.

Angie purred softly as she felt the cups slide halfway off the softly-throbbing fullness of her sensuously rounded breasts, and she yielded as he pulled her gently back against him. She felt his hand tracing up the soft, hot flesh of her inner thighs, pushing her dress back and letting the brisk night air caress the tingling warmth. Momentarily her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slipped under the tight elastic leg band of her panties and brushed through the softly curling strands of her pubic hair up between the thinly pulsating lips of her vagina to slip tenderly into its heated wetness and caress the soft inner lips that enshrined her clitoris.

"No, please," she moaned, squirming against the tingling electric contact that sent more urgent waves of desire coursing up through her body. "Please don't do it to me. Please."

He leaned across her to reach the seat lever, and as he pulled it up, the weight of her body against the seat folded it backward. As she sank to a reclining position Angie felt him lift her skirt above her panties, bunching it tightly up around her waist as his fingers continued to flick teasingly across the hotly tingling bud of her clitoris. Then he gently seized the narrow silken waistband of the panties and worked them slowly down over the rounded tightness of her hips and the thinly curling strands of her pubic hair, drawing them deliberately down the silken flesh of her thighs as he gazed at the full ripeness of her nakedly exposed flesh, the soft pubic hair covering her loins and the ivory flatness of her smooth belly. Then she felt a sharp stab of frustration as he momentarily drew his hand from her now hotly pulsating cunt and fumbled eagerly with his trousers. Feverishly now, he pushed her blouse off her shoulders and lifted her bra-cups from her voluptuously formed breasts. As she felt her quivering nipples swell even more rigidly with their contact to the cool air he forced her legs outward with his knees and shoved his throbbing cock up between her legs toward the widening lips of her open splayed pussy.

Angie tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of excitement as she felt the electric contact of the thick rubbery cock-head against the tender edges of her involuntarily flowering vagina. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified motionless as the blurred vision of the young blond boy returned to haunt her and she realized that now she was too far gone to resist.

"Oooooohh, dear God," she gasped as she experienced the first hard pressure up between her hotly tingling loins.

She opened her eyes, gazing down with horror at the thick shaft of his cock. My God, she thought in a sudden gripping fear. It was too big! She could never take it. It would tear her apart.

Then her body stiffened to contortion as the tip of the counselor's blood-engorged cock slipped up between the tightly clasping silken lips of her cunt. She stared in fear at his wildly grinning face as he loomed in triumph over her, shoving the bunched skirt even higher around her waist as he levered his body up between her widespread thighs.

"Aaaaaagh," she cried, feeling the tip slip tightly through, stretching smoothly the vainly resistant passage until she felt as if her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure.

Then the grin on his face gave way to a contorted grimace of sheer raw lust as he lunged down upon her, his weight crushing her trembling breasts against her chest. He thrust his hips forward in the same motion to send his long slick cock sliding into her cunt with a roaring fury, pushing the soft velvety cuntal walls apart in pressured waves before it as her smoothly curved body quivered from the shocking invasion.

"Oh God!" she wailed beneath him as she felt the shaft burrow deeply up into the hotly clasping cavern of her loins until his balls slapped softly into the crevice of her buttocks, warmly moistened by the slickly flowing fluids that flowed wetly from her lust-incited loins. Her passage felt as if his plunging cock had wormed deeper into its warmly gasping depths than anything that had ever penetrated her. It was as if a white hot pole of living fire had been rammed mercilessly into her, and the searing sensations seemed to rush out from there until every inch of her body was scorching and tingling with the torrents of pain and passion.

Steve lay unmoving for a moment, his face directly above hers as he gazed down in lewd triumph. Silence, except for their heavily panting breath, hung between them for an interval that seemed eternal, lit with the raw seething fury of the sensations that filled her loins. Then he flexed himself and his virile cock jumped up into her deeply impaled pussy another half inch and her whole quivering body contorted in response.

Then suddenly, as though her trembling flesh were severed from her resisting mind, her body uncoiled in a smoothly arching lunge beneath him. Lewd flames of desire coursed involuntarily through her veins as she began to twist and writhe about the impaling rod of his cock that began slipping smoothly in and out of the rapidly flowering mouth of her cunt. He kissed her hotly on the lips and she groaned incessantly up into the moisture of his mouth, shoving her tongue with an abrupt abandon deep into his throat. Faint mewls of animalistic, servile acceptance raised from her chest in torrents, her face wrung with passion, mouth toiling, neck straining, nostrils flaring as a light perspiration burst out onto her forehead and softly curved torso.

She felt Steve's hands slip down over the nakedly rounded softness of her hips and slide down beneath the soft smooth moons of her swiftly jerking buttocks, cupping them harshly with both hands as he began to thrust up into her seething pussy with even greater frenzy.

Subconsciously she flexed and relaxed her smoothly rounded buttocks as his fingers clutched tightly into the firm white flesh. He pulled her harder against his loins and she drew her thighs up to spread them even wider the wetly grasping hole of her cunt to receive his plunging cock at greater and greater depth.

The pain now was completely passed or sublimated by the wild blind passion that surged heavily in her, and now her legs were jerking wildly on either side of the shaft that skewered lewdly up into her spasming cunt. She closed her eyes, slavering her tongue again into his mouth as low muffled hums of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense as she writhed under him, her subconscious mind feverishly altering the sensations and directing them to compliment the fantasy that she had unleashed to consume her mind in a religious frenzy of obsession.

Steve slaved above her, moving into longer smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her hungrily clasping vaginal slit and then plunged it forward again into her obscenely uplifted belly until she responded with a steady flow of wantonly ecstatic screams. Then his fingers traced down the tight skin of her buttocks, down between the tautly rounded moons of flesh until his finger came into searing contact with the small puckered hole cradled defenselessly between them.

Once more Angie felt a sharpness of breath and a blinding flash of pain as he stroked the tip of one of his fingers into the tightly clenched wetness of the hole. She gasped, her eyes flaring open in fear as she felt the cruel penetration. Then she jerked her hips up sharply as he wiggled the finger and wormed it in deeper.

"Oooohhhh!" she cried in a loud wail, thrashing her body beneath him as he worked the finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground it into her. She felt a second finger making its way up into her tortured asshole and the deep guttural noises coming from her chest eased into whimpers of pain, at last subsiding again into moans of pleasure as she channeled even this unwanted intrusion into her fantasy and it became not the rude violation but a welcome subjugation, an offering up of her body in sacrificial surrender to the dream figure of the young boy she worshipped in the wild ramblings of her lust-crazed imagination.

Then suddenly she was yanked back to stark reality as he plunged the finger even deeper and quickened his thrusts up into the depths of her now unresisting cunt and ripped his finger from her asshole with a lewd wet popping sound, groaning deeply upon her. Angie thrashed' her body feverishly beneath him, her loins demanding the satiation that eluded her as she felt him begin his heavy shattering lunge toward his own climax.

"No!" she screamed, clawing at his back and scissoring her thighs about his flanks in anger and desperation.

He stopped himself for an instant, lying perfectly still on her prone and trembling flesh as his cock throbbed heavily up into her. Then he sighed loudly and resumed his shattering fucking, jerking and bucking in abandon above her quivering body as she felt his cock grow huge and begin to pump the hot thick sperm far up into her softly undulating belly. Even after he'd begun to cum she screamed and pleaded for him to wait as the bliss she had come so close to escaped her.

She sobbed, angry tears of the agony of her frustration filling her eyes and streaming wetly down her cheeks as she felt him gasp and sag upon her, heaving for his breath as her body still twitched in wanton refusal to accept her fate. At last her legs went limp, falling out to the sides and splaying obscenely on either side of his heavily dropping body as her breast and thighs and loins still ached with gnawing, unfulfilled desire. Then angrily she shoved against Steve's belly, drawing her thighs together as she felt his spent penis deflating in her wet, still tingling cunt.

With a moan he rolled off her and lay beside her on the folded back seat, heaving for breath as he stared with humiliation up at the roof of the station wagon.

"Next time it won't be like that, Angie. I won't do that again."

"There won't be any next time," she hissed, rolling on her side to turn away from him.

She cringed as she felt his hand touch lightly on her bare shoulder. "Honest. It never happens but the first time I do it with a girl. It's just that excitement of the first time, and afterwards I can hold it as long as I want."

She shook his hand off and sat up, then leaned down to the floorboard to retrieve her blouse.

"Angie?"

"Shut up."

She pushed the car door open and stepped outside. There was no moon, but the stars served to faintly define the towering phalli of the looming redwoods around her. As she re-snapped her brassiere and slipped the blouse back over her shoulders, she gazed upward into the infinity of the stars that looked like a dark and forbidden expanse in which she'd like to lose herself forever and escape from the world. It seemed that every step she'd taken the last three days had lead her deeper and deeper into a maze from which there was no escape. And now what would she do? How could she control that compulsion now? As if it were not bad enough that she'd fixed her obsession upon an irresistible object, she'd been fucked silly while she dreamed of him, then left hanging in a snare of frustrated longing.


CHAPTER FOUR

Sprawled on the air mattress on the narrow gravel strip Angie listened to the sing-song gurgle of the water spilling down the little stream. It seemed to help her dully throbbing headache that had nagged her since last night. Squinting her eyes in the bright afternoon sun she looked down at her voluptuously curved bikini clad body now shining with a faint coat of perspiration. She sighed deeply, causing her skimpily concealed breasts to heave. She could feel a prickling tingle from the friction of the contact of her nipples against the tightly constricting top of the bikini, and that in turn prompted a new fluttering of the high-pitched desire that still lingered in her loins. She writhed her body gently on the mattress, and of its own volition her hand began to move down toward her thighs. At the last moment she stopped herself. She had to have satisfaction. It was driving her out of her mind. She hadn't even slept last night, but she hadn't dared do herself with her finger in the small room she occupied at the staff quarters. The walls were a single layer of wood and she'd feared someone would hear her. And anyway, the way she felt now she didn't think her own finger would satisfy her. She needed the real thing.

Suddenly Angie rose to un upright position on the mattress, reaching for the blouse that lay on the gravel beside it. Then she held herself motionless, listening intently to the sounds of nature. Then she heard it again, far up the stream she thought. A voice. Two voices. Somebody whistling. Quickly she stood up, pulled the blouse over her shoulders and slipped her toes into the thongs of her sandals, and hurried up the gravel path toward the bank and the shrouding, thickly growing bushes. She was quite sure that the owners of the voices which she could still hear, growing louder it seemed were coming down the trail that followed the winding line of the creek. And as Mr. Melrose had directed her to this pond as the best swimming hole on the creek, she had no doubt that this was their destination. In her present lust-incited state she didn't want to encounter anyone. She didn't think she could hide the waves of desire that still surged through every fiber of her hotly pulsating body. And if, as she suspected, it was several of the boys coming for a swim, she had an even greater reason for making herself scarce quickly: she didn't know if she would be able to control her passions.

Angie had no idea how to get back to the center of the camp except by the well marked trail she followed down here, but she presumed that if she climbed up the bank the trees would hide her. She could wait until whoever it was had arrived and gotten into the water, then double back to the trail above the next bend in the stream.

She reached the top of the bank and dropped to a squatting position behind a blueberry bush. She waited breathlessly for almost five minutes until she heard the voices grow intelligible and was even able to distinguish the rustles of their footsteps in the gravel. Then she blushed as she heard the trend of the boys' conversation.

"Man, that's the hottest piece of cunt I've ever seen. I fucked her four times and she was still beggin' me: Fuck me harder, Billy. Fuck me harder and deeper."

"You ever shoot off in her mouth?"

"No. But you're not gonna tell me you did."

"I sure as hell did. She got down on her knees right between my legs and started sucking and just kept on. And I knew it was gettin' time, so I told her she'd better stop. But then she just started doin' it harder, even after I was squirting it right up into her tonsils. And you know what?"

"What?"

"After she finished she swallowed it. All of it right down. I could see her Adam's apple bouncing up and down and she was makin' these sort of gurgling sounds and swallowing it all. And then she licked her lips and said, Tony, I just love cum. It taste so warm and fresh and sweet!"

Angie thought she could feel herself blushing, and the nervous flutter in her loins had only increased as she heard the vulgar comparisons of the girl they were bragging about. Then she stiffened as she heard one of them say:

"What about you, Bobby? You ever fuck her."

"Who?"

"Rosemary. Who do you think we been talkin' about?"

There was a pause, and as she waited for the answer, her mind again filled with the vision of the handsome young boy she'd seen sitting on the porch yesterday and she thought her heart was going to pound through her rib cage.

"Naw."

"Why not, man? Don't you know she's just about in love with you. I bet she'd do anything for you, man. If she'd suck Tony's cock till he shot off in her mouth, I bet she'd do you with her tongue in your ass hole."

"Tongue in his ass hole? What the hell's that?"

"I don't know but my brother said a girl did it to him once and he never had anything that felt so good."

Angie's revulsion to those last remarks was faint compared to the surge of relief she'd felt as he heard Bobby's negative response to the question initially put to him. If he'd admitted he had actually had sex with Rosemary, she thought she would have died of heartbreak right there. As absurd as it was, she felt almost as if she owned him, as if the fact that thoughts about him had filled her mind her every waking hour and haunted her dreams during sleep since she'd first seen him give her a property right to his youthful and beautiful body if not to have it physically herself, at least to know the innocence she sweetly savored from the distance was untainted by the likes of the brash looking, big-breasted girl she'd seen on the tennis court.

"Come on," said the voice she recognized as Tony's. "Last one in's a queer."

Angie knew the wise thing for her to do now was leave as quickly and quietly as possible. If they found her out up here, hiding and eavesdropping on their obscene conversation, she thought she could never face Bobby again. And on a more practical level, beyond any disciplinary measures that might be derived if Mr. Melrose heard what they'd, been talking about, it would surely be she who was the laughingstock of the camp. But she couldn't make herself move. She seemed rooted to the spot. She just had to see, just one glimpse of the blond curly head and smooth golden body, naked except for a swim suit, glistening with the fresh mountain water. She had to see him just for a minute, even if that mere glimpse put her in danger of being caught.

As Angie crouched behind the bush, wrestling with the temptation, she heard the remark that almost knocked to her to the ground:

"I didn't wear a bathing suit or even any shorts under my trousers," Tony said. "Let's all go in the raw."

"Suits me," said Bill. "Hell, maybe some of the girls'll come by and come in with us when they see how big my cock is."

"What about you, Bobby?"

"I don't care."

Angie had to muffle the whimper of excitement that rose in her throat. She thought her eyes were about to Fill with tears, though she didn't know if they were tears of frustration or of joy. And it was almost mindlessly that she moved, remaining in her crouched position, out from behind the thick blueberry bush, down the edge of the embankment several feet to crouch behind a lower shrub.

She caught her breath at the sight she beheld. Tony and Bill, the two boys who'd been at the tennis court, were already naked and standing knee-deep in the water. Tony's richly tanned skin rippled with already man-like muscles on his sinewy athletic body. And for his age, Bill hadn't been exaggerating the size of his cock. It stood up half hard, throbbing from the faint silken strands of pubic hair that sprouted in a thin triangle on his pubis, almost as large as Steve's though Angie was sure the boy couldn't be much over fourteen years old. He reached down and took it in his hand, giving the circumcised foreskin a couple of vulgar, suggestive jerks. But Angie hardly noticed that. Already her eyes were riveted on the third figure, still standing shirtless and in his levis on the gravel path beside the air mattress that had been left there for the use of anyone who might need it.

Standing in the golden sunlight that contrasted against the deep shadows of the trees protruding like poles out into the glistening water, he looked more beautiful than anything Angie had ever imagined. So young and fragile, the blond curls of his hair shining, the downy peach fuzz of white hair on his chest contrasting with his smooth gold-tanned skin, the lean young muscles neatly defined between its thin transparency. Then Angie gasped as she watched him flick open the snap to his levis and peel them slowly down off the jockey shorts that still clad his slim boyish hips. At the crotch she saw a small telltale bulge in the shorts, and she began to tremble all over as the levis slid down his smooth long legs and he stepped out to leave them in a crumpled pile on the gravel. Then he slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband of the jockey shorts and eased them deliberately off his small, white, dimpled buttocks.

Angie whimpered at the sight of the bared young hips, in sharp pale contrast to his deeply tanned torso and legs, as if the whiteness were a sign that they were forbidden, untouchable. Then as he turned to start toward the water, she saw the profile of his small smooth penis, standing up in semi-erection from amid the thin silken curls of his blond pubic hair.

Angie's stomach knotted as she watched him trot toward the inviting coolness of the water, where Tony and Bill were already splashing about nakedly. As he ran, the small white buttocks swayed teasingly and beneath them she could catch only intriguing glimpses of the small hairless scrotum that dangled between his thighs. Then he reached the edge of the stream and splashed into the water, sending sparkling showers of spray up toward his loins, and Angie almost screamed with her maddening desire. She didn't think she had ever been so hot in her whole life. And she knew now that she was treading on even more dangerous ground. Watching the teenagers swim or listening to them talk about Rosemary was one thing, but the fact that she was watching them swim in the nude cast a whole different light on the subject. She wouldn't have a defense in the world if she were found out. But she couldn't drag herself away, couldn't take her eyes off that sight of the naked blond boy that held her transfixed.

Angie was hardly aware as her hand moved to her thighs, then slipped up between them toward the crotch band of the tightly clinging bikini bottom. She sucked her breath in harshly, her eyes still riveted on the boys as they played around in less than waist deep water, splashing it on each other, ducking each other in rowdy good humor, their smooth little cocks bouncing tantalizingly as they romped. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they began to work at the tight thigh band of the flimsy bikini, pulling it aside to expose the thinly curling strands of her soft pubic hair, brushing up the already pulsating and moist hair-lined slit of her cunt to flick teasingly at the tingling bud of her clitoris.

It was that sudden thrilling contact that brought her the first awareness that she was really doing it. Yet she couldn't stop. Her whole body had been crying out in sheer desperation since last night when Steve had left her hanging in the throes of pre-orgasmic frenzy. And now the caress of her fingers on her hotly palpitating cunt, though faint in comparison to what she really needed a hotly throbbing young fourteen year old's cock in her present state seemed like a blessing of the gods.

Angie worked the crotch band farther to the side to better expose the widening lips of her moist warm pussy, splayed open by her crouching position. She dragged her middle finger slowly up the parted tingling lips of the smooth tight slit, again stroking deliberately over the swollen bud of her clitoris. Then with a low heavy gasp she suddenly thrust her middle finger far up into the tightness of the pulsating cuntal mouth, wiggling it around slowly to send maddening currents of delight coursing out through her loins as she sank it to the depths of the unresisting sheath of her cunt.

"Oh Bobby," Angie whispered in a voice audible only to herself, "do you know how beautiful you are? Can you imagine how much I would love to hold you, kiss you, stroke the soft blond curls of your hair and run my fingers over your naked buttocks, kiss your smooth little belly and thighs and suck your cock until you spurted your hot sweet cum into my throat...." She paused for a moment, holding the finger embedded as far as it would reach up in the palpitating crevice of her loins. My God, she wondered, what has come over me? I'm talking out of my mind. But she continued, no longer vocalizing the thoughts now, yet hearing them echo still with perfect lucidity as she spoke them in her mind: Oh Bobby, if I could only have you! I'd lick you from head to toe, kiss every inch of your beautiful golden flesh, from the tips of your toes to your soft round balls and the hot little hole of your ass.

How many times, the young nurse wondered, had she dreamed of this very sight as she lay on that hospital bed lewdly finger-fucking herself for Mr. Hamilton. And now it was all happening in real life before her, those naked young boys frolicking like colts, naked and unmarred by the scars of life, in the warmly glistening sun and the shining spray of the splashing water. The bittersweet ecstasy the sight evoked in the tormented young woman was almost more than she could bear. And now, as she finger-fucked smoothly and deeply up into the palpitating depths of her velvety cunt, she had to exert every ounce of her willpower to keep from screaming at the delirious waves of sensation that flooded like a relentless storm through all the sensuous softness of her body.

Then suddenly her desperate movements ceased. She sat frozen in her awkward crouch, finger imbedded up in her loins, the crotch band of the bikini still pulled and stretched to the side vulgarly to expose the silken haired mound of her pubis, the pinkly glistening bud of her clitoris, and there between the softness of her cream-white thighs, the flanged lips of her cuntal opening stretched wide by the lingers that violated it.

Angie would have died of her own free will right at that instant. If her spirit could have been swept away, leaving her obscenely poised body to topple lifelessly over onto the ground, she would have willingly accepted the Reaper's call. And she held her breath, the tears filling her eyes and spilling down her teeth, waiting for that, for a miracle of doom.

He saw her. And now it seemed impossible that one of them wouldn't have sooner or later. The shrub she was behind now was not nearly sufficient to hide her, and at one time, which now seemed an eternity ago, she had known that. That was why she'd hidden behind the blueberry bush in the first place. Then she'd forgotten, thinking about nothing but him, knowing in the back of her mind that she was playing with fire, yet forgetting it in her obsession to see the young Adonis in all his naked splendor. And now he was standing motionless in the two feet deep water near the gravel path, merely looking at her.

Angie wept in naked shame, still waiting frozen in her obscene pose of masturbation. In a moment of course he would point at her, or say something, or give some sign to the other boys. And then as soon as their shock wore off the horrible jeering would begin. Already she could hear it, like phantoms that jeered from her past, and all that old shame rushed quickly back on her again in an ugly engulfing torrent.

But it seemed already that so much time had past. And he had said nothing. He was merely looking at her and even at this distance she thought in the blueness of his eyes she could see the innocence and the uncanny lack of surprise. Her gaze descended fleetingly. A rough geometrical calculation lent her a sudden enthralling hope. Not that there was a chance he didn't see her. He was looking at her face; he recognized her. But now she realized the bush probably did conceal the lower half of her body. He could not see that she was masturbating.

Angie drew her finger slowly down from between her thighs. It left her cunt with a soft lewd popping sound that sent gnawing currents of frustration through her loins which seemed to spiral out over her whole body in a now all too familiar and commonplace throbbing loss. But she clung desperately to the faint hope, the consolation that at least he didn't know what she had been doing. She felt the tantalizing brushing over the silken strands of cuntal hair as the crotch band of the bikini slid back in place over the feverishly tingling slit of her cunt. She let herself breathe, a soft furtively stolen breath, and waited, still motionless, her eyes meeting his as she denied herself the chance of feasting on his nude frontal pose.

Then, with a fleeting smile, he slowly turned in the water as Angie awaited the final crushing blow she'd known was inevitable, her eyes descending for a last desperate glimpse of the rounded cheeks of his naked buttocks. Then her heart leapt as with a flying dive he tackled Bill and the two of them sprawled headlong in the deeper water. She watched them thrash wildly just beneath the surface for a moment. Then they came up, treading water, splashing it on each other as Tony joined their play.

Angie stood on trembling legs, stepping backward to the shelter of the blueberry bush. Tiptoeing silently on the soft earth she crept up the bank to safety.


CHAPTER FIVE

Angie gazed through the window of her small room as she saw the voluptuous girl clad in tight shorts and halter walk with her hips swaying suggestively, from the girls' door down the trail and across the bridge. Grudgingly she admitted Rosemary was actually a very pretty girl, too pretty, in fact, for her liking.

Angie stretched her own soft and sensuously curved body languidly on the bed as she watched the brunette walk. She laughed sardonically, yet it was an inwardly directed sadistic humor, a ridicule of self. But the whole affair was so sickenly ironic. She was the camp nurse and since yesterday afternoon she'd been playing sick, because she couldn't bear the thought of having to face Bobby at dinner or for the night of singing around the campfire Mr. Melrose had arranged to supply the evening recreation.

And Steve White, the clod, apparently blamed his own failure in the sack for her "ill health." Overly solicitous, he'd been knocking on her door every couple of hours trying to see if there was anything he could do for her. If she really had been sick, his troubling her would have done much more harm than good. As for the great cure-all he'd subtly tried to propose, or proposition would be a better way of putting it, she could do without another round of that.

It was almost a pity, though, that he did have to feel so guilty. It was really wrong for him to blame himself for what was in fact that he'd shot off a little quickly that had hung her up as the fact that her own warped lust could not quite be satisfied by her own imagination. Fortunately anyway he'd had to take Mr. Melrose's secretary into town for some business matter or another and wouldn't be back until dinner. The old woman who did the cooking for the camp had also remarked apologetically that she would be busy most of the rest of the afternoon. The other counselor had taken some of the boys fishing, so unless there was an accident or emergency of some kind that required use of the clinic, Angie probably wouldn't be disturbed again until night.

The young nurse watched Rosemary start up the steps toward the tennis court and Mr. Melrose's house, her tautly curved buttocks rippling smoothly in the shorts that creased tightly into the forbidden crack between them; then she moved out of sight. Angie lay back, closing her eyes and enjoying the peace and solitude. Fleetingly she let her mind wander back to the haunting vision of the teenage boys splashing naked together in the water. For an instant she allowed herself the wildest fantasy: she dreamed that instead of hiding behind the bush and masturbating, she'd openly let her presence been known, walked down the bank and as they scampered to hide their nakedness, sensuously peeled the bikini off to reveal for their wildly excited eyes all the soft sensuous curves of her own body. And what would they have done then, she wondered, if she'd lain down on the air mattress, completely naked, and surrendered? She recalled the coarse trend of the dialogue she'd overheard when they first arrived at the swimming pool. She wondered if after all they'd said, Tony and Bill would have been courageous enough to accept her naked invitation. And would Bobby have joined them?

Then the sound of voices outside her window snapped her back from her pleasant daydream. She leaned up to the pane of glass and peered out to see Rosemary and Tony descending the steps from the tennis court. As they came across the short bridge that traversed the dry creek bed, they paused, looking around the camp grounds in a curious manner that led Angie to believe they were trying to ascertain if anyone was watching them. Then apparently satisfied that they weren't being observed, they started hastily toward the barracks where the boys were housed. Her interest aroused, Angie watched until they again passed out of view from her current vantage point, then got up and went to the front door, where she could peer unobserved through the screen and see them again. As she'd suspected, they were still going in the direction of the boys' barracks.

They continued that way until they reached the wooden steps leading up to the entrance, then after a short exchange of words Tony ascended the steps and went into the dorm and

Rosemary moved up to a place in the shadows against the wall where she'd be less noticeable if someone were to appear on the grounds. Even at this distance Angie was sure she could see a flush of excitement on her sultry dark face and a strained heaving of the high set mounds of her breasts, as if with each excited breath they threatened to burst out of the constricting halter into unashamed freedom. And during the several minute interval that Tony was inside the barracks, Angie waited with an apprehension as intense as the girl's apparent anticipation.

She didn't know if it were a premonition, or if she'd merely put two and two together and surmised logically what to expect, but her response was an almost doomed resignation when she saw Bobby emerge with Tony from the dorm.

Her heart pounded furiously and though it was futile, she even strained her ears to catch some fleeting, telltale word or phrase as she saw Rosemary again scan the grounds cautiously, then step back out to the porch railing. They were much too far away for that; if they'd been shouting at the top of their lungs it was still doubtful she could have understood more than a syllable here and there. But their gestures and her own imagination were almost an equal replacement for the dialogue.

As Tony looked on with a disdainful, yet lewd grin, Rosemary went through what almost appeared a silent pantomime of a coy street walker trying to make a date. She laughed and blushed, throwing out her sensuously heaving breasts teasingly, her hands occasionally seeming to stroke unconsciously at the exposed portions of the smoothly tanned flesh of her body, as if priming herself for a naked primeval orgy. And Bobby in turn blushed shyly, almost visibly stuttering his replies even at this distance, shifting nervously on his feet and fidgeting his hands, looking back up at Tony for reassurance and getting nothing more than a mocking chuckle. The blond boy was wearing a shirt with his levis now, but it was still unbuttoned down the front to expose a glimpse of his smooth boyish chest, and as she watched him fidget nervously before the two more earthly and experienced children, Angie felt all her motherly compassion well up for him. It was hardly even sexual, the way she felt now. She would have just liked to hug him, squeeze him tenderly to her and bury his cute little face in her bosom, shield his eyes from the harsh and vulgar realities of the world.

Then at last, reluctantly she was certain, Bobby nodded his head. And Angie knew there could have only been one question he was answering. She felt her own spirit sink like a body bound up to a millstone, and a great lump welled in her throat. Then, as she watched, the two teenagers bid goodbye to Tony, and Rosemary took Bobby's hand and led him around past the boys' barracks and up what appeared to be a scarcely used trail that took them quickly out of Angie's sight into the already thickly shaded second growth of the redwoods. The whole world seemed to turn over. Proportions dissolved into a great swirling blur. Her mind almost blanked and the vacuum was filled by an alien external force. It was as if she were merely a jointed mannequin, an invisible puppeteer's toy. From that moment on, the tortured young nurse hardly was the master of what she did.

* * *

It seemed as if an eternity had passed before Tony left. He'd also come down the steps off the porch and gone around to the side of the barracks to watch Rosemary and Bobby go. For a moment Angie was afraid he would follow them. But he merely stood there, doing nothing except perhaps considering that proposition, until Angie thought she would scream. Then he at last turned away and started back across the flat toward the bridge and the steps leading up the tennis court.

But even after he was out of sight and the immediate grounds appeared to be completely deserted, long minutes ticked off silently in the recesses of her subconscious mind before Angie moved. Perhaps she clung to the desperate hope that the young couple would reappear, that somehow she could wish them back if she waited long enough. Then she began to dream the lurid visions, the delirium of anger and jealousy sweeping over her like a flood, and she knew she could not wait here helpless and passive as nature took its course. She could not wait, knowing what must be happening, yet with the slight hope in her mind that it might not happen. That would only torment her all the more. But still it hardly seemed a consciously voluntary act when she did move.

Angie hastened back to her room and slipped the flimsily clinging robe off her smoothly curved shoulders. She jerked open the closet door, rummaging in blind desperation. At last she pulled out one of the thin white nurses' uniforms she'd brought, but had not been obligated to wear, and slipped it on over her brassiere and panties. She passed quickly before the mirror, brushing her tousled hair off her forehead, then went back through the door and out the main entrance, down the steps. Had anyone seen the pace at which she crossed the flat clearing toward the boys' barracks almost at a run, the clinging uniform only half buttoned and revealing the silken, sensual movements of the flow of her voluptuously curved body, they would probably have called an ambulance, assuming she was racing on foot to a scene of disaster.

Angie passed the barracks and ducked under the low hanging branches that guarded the beginnings of the poorly defined trail. She hadn't the faintest idea now how much time really had elapsed since they'd started up into the thicket, but there would be no chance of actually following them now. She would simply have to hope there were no forks in the path, that there would be only one destination to which she would also eventually arrive. Nor did she know what she would do when she got there. But the alternative, to have sat waiting frantically alone in her room, had never even entered her mind. If she did find them, she would do whatever she had to when the time came.

Angie stumbled relentlessly into the thickness of the shrubs and vines that at times almost completely obscured the trail. The alien force that compelled her seemed also to have endowed her with an unnatural animal energy. Even as a thorny limb tore at her sleeve and nicked her arm so badly it bled, she didn't even pause. And above the rustle of her feet in the thick grass that grew over the trail and the shrubs that extended into her way she could hear her strained panting, and an incessant groan that sounded lewdly sexual. Then suddenly she came to a stop as she heard a faint sound, a girl's giggle, somewhere still far up the trail ahead of her.

Now she stalked like a cat, silent, almost slithering beneath the protruding, low hanging limbs of the trees and shrubs, creeping with an uncanny silence in the still tall grass. The trail climbed crookedly up a slight grade, winding gradually back and forth toward a ridge. When she reached the top she could clearly hear the giggling, and from there she had to descend only a short distance to a small, well protected knoll in order to be able to see them clearly.

Angie heaved a soft sigh of relief as she reached the knoll and squatted breathlessly, peering down into the darkly shaded, grassy clearing below. They were still dressed, still standing. At least she was not too late. But now that their conversation became audible to her ears, Angie recoiled immediately in horror and indignation.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Rosemary was asking.

Bobby shrugged and grunted a meaningless nothing.

"You don't act like you know what to do."

Angie felt the water rush to her eyes as she gazed down into the pastoral clearing. Rosemary was standing so close to him Angie thought he must be able to feel the hard protruding points of her pulsating, swollen nipples against his chest. He was blushing and even from here Angie thought she could see that every muscle of his young body trembled.

"Have you ever even kissed a girl?" she teased.

"Well, sort of," he stammered nervously. "Would you like to kiss me."

"I...guess."

The vile bitch, Angie thought. The vile, obscene bitch! It was almost more than her already brittle nerves could stand, watching Rosemary taunting him like a wanton whore, ridiculing that very youth and innocence that made him such an object of adoration in Angie's eyes.

"Then why don't you?" Rosemary purred, swaying her voluptuous young body musically on her feet, her face flushed feverishly with the predatory desire surging in her already inwardly flowering, lust-incited loins.

Then Angie almost sobbed as she watched Bobby reach up hesitantly to touch the sensuously exposed flesh of Rosemary's softly curved shoulders above the thin strap of the constricting halter that bound her hotly swelling breasts. She giggled softly and leaned nervously toward him. Then, as their lips first gently touched, she pressed the hotly heaving fullness of her lushly rounded body against him, mashing her high pointed breasts so they seemed to flatten out against his chest, squirming her tightly clad loins up against the crotch of his trousers and grinding her little cunt in suggestively rotating circles up against the already swelling bulge in his trousers.

The kiss went on for what seemed to the crouching older woman like an eternity, and every second of its duration was almost agonizing torment for her. Perhaps she'd dreamed that Bobby would refuse the obscene advances of the brazen girl, that the innocence that exuded from his young boyish character would be enough to thwart the wanton invitation of even such a determined and lusty creature as Rosemary. But of course that was too much for her to dream of. He was, after all, a healthy, growing boy, with all a boy's natural instincts and desires.

Then that eternity had passed and slowly their bodies parted. Now the lascivious desire in the girl's flushed face had been incited to even greater, more wanton lust. She looked at him with her eyes darkly shining, a reddened glow to her cheeks. Teasingly her tongue flicked out of her mouth to taste her sultrily parted lips. And one glance at Bobby's tented trousers informed he'd not been immune to the searing contact.

"Come on," Rosemary said. "Let's lay down on the grass. I can tell you're still scared of me but I've got something that'll fix that."

She took Bobby's hand and pulled him with her down to his knees on the soft grass, again leaning to him and squirming her proud, high-set breasts, now so swollen Angie thought that any minute they might come bursting out of the small tight halter into full-blown naked freedom. Then she shoved him down on his back in the thick green grass, leaning over him so the smoothly rounded mounds hung almost to his face and Bobby stared up at them with wide astonished eyes.

"Would you like to suck them?" she purred gustily.

"Y yes."

"Then reach behind my back and undo my bra."

His hands trembled as they reached up beneath the softness of her arms, dancing his fingers on the glistening amber skin of her back to the halter snap.

Rosemary made a throaty, moaning sound as he began to fumble with the snap. "Most men can do it with one hand," she said. "But you go ahead and use two."

"I can't get it."

"It's just a little snap, for chrissakes, Bobby."

Then, as Angie felt the anger and indignation rising anew in her at this wanton mockery of the innocence the girl seemed too depraved to appreciate, the snap suddenly came undone. She heard Bobby gasp with wonder as the cups fell half away from the dangling mounds of Rosemary's breasts.

"Now pull the straps off my shoulders."

Bobby moved his hands deliberately along the soft vibrant flesh of her back and shoulders, extracting every ounce of enjoyment from the sensation of the strange new physical contact, teasingly brushing the straps over the smooth breasts until with a sudden swish they slipped down Rosemary's arms and completely exposed her full rounded, evenly tanned torso. Even Angie gasped in grudging appreciation at the sudden electrifying exposure of the roundly swelling breasts, softly curved yet bursting with the ripeness of youth, the almost maroon-colored nipples rising to immediate tingling rigidity at their contact with the air. Then slowly Rosemary leaned forward, lowering her breasts temptingly, deliberately toward his face as Bobby moistened his lips with a mingling of curiosity and desire and apprehension.

Angie heard Rosemary purr softly as his tongue flicked out to swipe caressingly over one of the tautly peaked nipples, sending an involuntary shudder through her now almost naked body. Then he sucked the nipple avidly into his mouth and she moaned deeply, squirming her breasts down into his face, alive from the rising sensations Angie knew must be surging in her as they surged, vicariously, in herself. She couldn't stop herself from dreaming enviously that it was she in Rosemary's place, that it was her own lust-incited tingling nipples he was licking and sucking with all the eagerness of a child on the brink of discovery.

"Do you like that?" Rosemary moaned, her breath already coming in audibly hastened gasps.

"Yes," he croaked, his voice muffled by the pointed, swollen flesh that still filled his mouth.

"Then suck harder. And run your tongue around in a circle on my nipple. And bite down so I can feel it."

She moaned again, gently rotating her naked torso over his face. Then suddenly her body jerked and she gave out with a sharp yell.

"Not so hard! I didn't mean for you to bite it off. Wow!"

"I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Bobby. You're going to learn very fast. I'm going to teach you everything about fucking, teach how to do it to me the way I like it."

Her exposed breasts quivering, the voluptuous amber skinned girl straightened up, then reached down and began to unbutton Bobby's levis. From her vantage point in the bushes, Angie watched with quickening anticipation as the young girl pulled the boy's pants apart and reached into his white jockey shorts to withdraw his already hardened young cock that stood up like a small rigid mast from the folds of his open fly. Even at this distance Angie could see its every fine detail, the reddened rounded knob of the head, the little purple vein standing out where the foreskin had been circumcised, the throbbing angry red shaft. Now his erection had already reached its pulsating fullness, fulfilling all the promise of its hardness as she had seen it yesterday and longed for it with all the lust and untamed passion of her deeply rooted and secret compulsion.

Then as a convulsive spasm caused Rosemary's whole body to jerk as Bobby sucked even more ravenously at the hotly tingling swollen buds of her nipples, and she entwined her fingers gently around the heavily throbbing shaft of his smooth young cock. Even Angie, from a distance, could almost feel that first electric contact that sent a shudder through his youthful body.

"Do you like that?" Rosemary purred in a voice so wantonly gusty it could have belonged to a much older and more experienced woman.

"It...tickles," he croaked. "And burns at the same time."

She laughed lewdly. "Wait 'til you get it in my pussy. Then you'll really feel something burn. Are you still scared?"

"Not as much."

"I didn't think so."

Again Rosemary leaned her smoothly arched breasts toward his face. His tongue flicked up eagerly, swishing in a softly tantalizing circle about the rigid tip of her nipples. At the same time she began to move her hand up and down on the pulsating rod of his cock in a slow, even rhythm, drawing and stretching the taut, sensitive foreskin deliberately up and down on the fully swollen shaft. As he began to suck more hungrily at her breasts and his hands again ventured to the hotly palpitating flesh of her naked torso, Angie saw his hips begin to twitch and jerk in involuntary spasms and awkward, instinctive hunching gestures.

Now Angie's whole body began to respond wantonly to the lurid scene spread out before her. She hardly dared breath as the rasping escaping her own throat and lungs had become so loud that she feared the two teenagers would hear her even in spite of their own panting and obscene moans. Her mouth was hot and dry and the sensation between her thighs caused her to clamp them tightly together, making the warm secretions of her own lust-incited cunt, uncomfortably apparent to her. The erotic sight of their nakedly writhing bodies held her spellbound. Her breasts had commenced to throb with desire and her own hips undulated softly in a rhythm that subtly complemented the mad jerking of the young boy's buttocks as the girl lewdly fingered his swollen cock.

Then suddenly with a low and throaty mewl of pleasure Rosemary straightened up again, sensuously stretching her naked young body to even more greatly exaggerate the taut arch of her ripely exposed breasts, her sultry face now contorted with passion as she continued to jerk her hand up and down on Bobby's urgently throbbing cock for a few moments longer, then gradually ceased.

"You're ready, aren't you Bobby? You're not scared of me any longer?"

"I'm still scared," he admitted, his hips still twitching and shoving his pulsating cock up between the fingers that now rested limply around it. "But I'm ready anyway."

"Then take my shorts off."

As Rosemary reclined in a pose of lewd surrender on the soft green grass, Bobby rose nervously to a sitting position, then leaned eagerly over her, gazing down with unrestrained hunger at the softly heaving mounds of her naked, nipple-crested breasts. With trembling fingers he unbuttoned the tight, faded blue shorts. Rosemary laughed softly, planting her feet on the ground for leverage and lifting her buttocks up from the earth to allow him to work the cutoff shorts slowly down over the flaring half-moons of her silken fleshed buttocks and the soft satiny curves of her smoothly rounded thighs.

Bobby gasped, gazing wild-eyed down at the flimsy white bikini panties that clung transparently to the flare of her pelvis, only faintly concealing the small triangle of sparse, soft pussy hair beneath.

"Now my panties," she gasped, her hips beginning a gentle, spontaneous writhing.

He reached for them eagerly and for a moment Angie thought that in his impatient yearning he was going to rip them from her already near naked body.

"Easy," she cautioned, dropping her buttocks back to the grass. "Take them off nice and slow and easy. Make it nice for me too. This is one of my favorite parts, having my panties pulled off nice and slow like...Oh! Yes, like that!"

He'd gotten the idea quickly enough. He'd pulled the elastic waistband of the silken panties down just off the thinly haired mound of her cunt, and though it was doubtful he even knew what her clitoris was, instinctively he'd begun to tease the throbbing lip-enshrined bud to electrically tingling hardness. And at the same time his other hand had drawn the narrow crotch band of the panties side ways off her cunt to expose the hair-lined, swollen lips that glistened ripe pink in the shadowy "vee" up between Rosemary's openly splayed thighs.

"That's it," Rosemary purred. "Pull them down slowly."

Now she gently arched her hips as Bobby worked the flimsy panties deliberately down off the thin triangle of hair to completely expose the naked tightness of her open young cuntal mouth nestled warmly up between her quiveringly parted thighs. Angie could hear him moan as he completely exposed the widening lips of her open splayed pussy and the smoothly rounded curves of her soft ass cheeks, faintly defined by the lighter hue of skin that contrasted sharply with her darkly tanned thighs and belly. Then he pulled the bikini panties off her slender calves and bare feet and tossed them aside in the grass as he hurriedly shed his own clothes.

"Do you know what to do?" she asked, teasing, but the mockery tempered by her wantonly raging desire.

"I...think. I've heard the boys talk about it and I saw some dirty pictures once."

Angie's vision blurred. She felt the tears rush to her eyes and the lump swell in her throat. It was going to happen, she thought. This fresh and innocent young boy stood apart from the others, and he had stirred up in Angie as no one else could have, the secret and hidden lust that had lain so long beneath the surface of her character. And now he was going to lose that innocence to this wild, foul talking young girl who had not the slightest inkling of or appreciation for his unique quality, but wanted him merely for the sake of another premature conquest. Yet the older woman knew that somehow that was right, was as it should be in the ever evolving, crooked scheme of life. Then Bobby lay down between the girl's widely parted thighs, his naked white buttocks shining in the cool dark shadows of the late afternoon as he lowered his throbbing cock toward the young teenage girl's hotly pulsating loins.

It had to happen, Angie thought, resigned, her eyes closing to blot out the lewd spectacle.

When she opened them again she, was half running, half skidding down the incline toward the little secluded clearing. Rosemary saw her first, staring up wide-eyed from her obscenely lustful spread-eagled pose on the grass, her face contorted with shock and horror, her wide parted thighs quivering as she stopped Bobby's eager upward lunge, closing them tightly on his naked white hips.

Angie almost stumbled and fell as she reached the bottom of the incline. With a soft sigh she regained her balance and tried to catch her heavily strained breath. Then Bobby realized her presence and gazed, ashamed and astonished, back over his shoulder at Angie as she stalked toward the couple lying in their naked pre-coital embrace.

There was no dignified way to approach them. And she thought certainly the ulterior motive that had already seized her must show, at least to Rosemary. But she didn't care. The force that pushed her was relentless and now she bowed before it in complete surrender. Her actions were almost unconscious, a hollow game that served the moment, however feebly.

"Get up!" she rasped as she was standing over them.

"Oh wow!" Rosemary said.

Bobby merely lay motionless on the girl's nakedly squirming body, still staring up at Angie with awe. The pretty young nurse let her eyes flick down to his exposed white buttocks, a warped thrill of aggressive lust surging through her whole desire tortured body, then she looked back at his innocent young face and tried to maintain a suitable expression of indignation. At last he rolled off the voluptuously tanned body of the brazen young girl. With a sob of frustration, Rosemary began to gather up her skimpy clothing. But for almost a full minute Bobby made no attempt to cover himself. He just lay on his back and stared up at Angie, his still pulsatingly hard young cock openly exposed to her hungry gaze.

"What are you gonna do?" Rosemary asked, squirming into her tight, lewd little shorts, her hotly heaving breasts quivering with fear and unquenched desire.

"I don't know," said Angie, not taking her eyes off Bobby.

"You're not gonna tell Mr. Melrose?"

"Shut up and get dressed. And you too," she added to the still naked boy.

Without taking his eyes from her, looking at her with the same naked innocence he'd displayed yesterday when he'd seen her at the swimming pool, Bobby began slowly to get dressed.

He knows, Angie thought, a faint remnant of sanity still waging futile war with the mad plot her mind of its own accord was conjuring. They must both know. They must both see through me like through clear glass. Then at last both the teenagers were clothed again, up on their feet and waiting with a mixture of apprehension what Angie was sure was knowing arrogance.

"What are you gonna do?" Rosemary asked again. "We didn't mean anything. We were just playing."

"Yes. And quite a grown up game too," Angie said, realizing how foolish it sounded.

She fidgeted with her hands nervously, swaying on her feet in symbolic recreation of the back and forth swaying of her mind in its futile struggle. Then suddenly her hand shot out. Bobby flinched and shied away from her too late. She grabbed his ear tightly in her fingers, holding him helplessly as a mother collaring a wayward child.

"Come on," she snapped, leading him by the ear back across the clearing toward the incline from which she'd moments ago descended. Stunned, Rosemary followed.

"You're hurting my ear, Miss Farrel," he whined, hurrying along behind her.

She turned it loose. "Just be quiet and come on," she said, leading the two children back up the steeply winding trail.

None of them spoke again until they emerged from the woods behind the boys' barracks. Angie had kept up the same frantic pace along the trail with which she'd earlier pursued them, and the kids had been hard put to even keep up with her. When at last she came to a stop, the three of them were panting breathlessly. Angie heaved a sigh as the two waited apprehensively. Then after a moment she continued around the barracks.

"Come on," she said leading them out into the large circular clearing that was the center of the camp grounds.

When they were halfway across it she paused again, looking around cautiously. There was no one in sight.

"You go back to the girls dorm," she told Rosemary. "And Bobby, you come with me."

Rosemary's sultry lips twisted into a faint smile. Again Angie reminded herself of the insanity of the venture, compounded by the fact that now it was obvious that the girl did know what was motivating her. But it was already far too late to turn back. She had to follow through now no matter what the consequences.

As Rosemary turned and walked away, still gazing back over her shoulder, Angie led Bobby the rest of the way across to the staff quarters, up the steps and through the door, down the hall to the empty clinic. As he stepped inside after her she pulled the door closed and turned the key to lock it.

"I'm very much ashamed of you after what I saw today," she said grimly, turning to face him with a stern stare that somehow concealed the now hotly raging desire that surged through her body and found sharply tingling focus in the tender wetness of her loins.

Bobby said nothing. He tilted his head slightly, gazing forlornly at the floor. Then sun filtering through the blinds on the window cast an ultraviolet glow over the tousled blond locks of his hair.

"It isn't that I disapprove of sex between...consenting partners...on any moral ground," Angie continued, her mind struggling futilely to thwart the lewd plot she must subconsciously have conceived even before she'd started up into the woods after the two children. "But...what is your relationship with Rosemary?"

"Hunh?" He looked up, puzzled.

"Are you in love with her?" Angie raised her eyebrows, watching with a faint smile as he fidgeted, swaying nervously on his feet. At last he hung his head. "I don't think so," she said triumphantly. "Don't you think it's important to attach some kind of feelings to the act, the first time at least?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"Whose idea was it."

"What?"

"Was it your idea or Rosemary's?"

"Hers as much as mine."

"Rosemary is very promiscuous, isn't she?"

"I dunno."

"You don't have to be coy with me, young man!" Angie snapped, her voice rising in pitch.

Bobby looked up, staring straight into her eyes for the first time since they'd come into the clinic. And something in his gaze almost made her legs go weak. For an instant her vision blurred; she thought he was someone else. Then he was himself again, and still she was panting, heaving loud straining breaths that made her ripely molded breasts swell within the thinly clinging material of her uniform. He knows too, she thought with a sense of greater resignation.

"You two there on the grass, were like a couple of animals doing it out of blind instinct. And the sex act, between human beings, Bobby, is something more than that. It is a beautiful shared experience, a personal thing. Lust should be like love directed at a special individual not just because you can use a person to...relieve yourself...." she paused. "It was your first time, wasn't it?"

"It would have been, he grunted, looking away again.

Angie laughed, a mirthful little burst of it that sounded absurd and giddy even to her. "Would have been! Yes, I guess you're a little angry with me, because I know how hard that is to go through, even for boys though it's worse for girls, but...were you afraid?"

"I was earlier, but not then. Not when you came down and stopped us. I'd got over being scared by then."

"You'd better go, Bobby," Angie said, retaining the outward sternness in her voice with the greatest amount of strain.

"Where?"

"Go...back to the boys' barracks. I'm not going to report this to Mr. Melrose. Not this time."

He stared at her in silence for a moment. Then he shrugged and started toward the door. As he walked it seemed that she saw him in slow motion. Once more her vision blurred to dream-like quality as she stared at his young slender figure through her watering eyes. Her whole body quivered inwardly with the wild longing that incited her to a state of madness, yet she knew that outwardly she still maintained her icy coolness. It was almost like the old clich of the drowning man: it seemed her whole past, at least her sexual past, flashed before her eyes in a crammed series of blurred and lurid images. Then she blinked and Bobby was at the door, about to turn the key when she spoke: "Just a minute."

He paused, half turning back to her. It must only have been a moment before she spoke again, but the short silence was like an eternity for Angie. A tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her stomach and she blinked her eyes to try again to focus her hazy vision. She tried to clear her head, to think of what she knew she was going to do. But her mind refused to focus on anything but the lewdly inciting compulsion that consumed her body and soul.

"Come back," she said at last, in a cracking voice.

Slowly he retraced his steps toward her. Her gaze shifted quickly around the small room, finding momentary focus on the high, softly padded examination table. Her lips quivering, she looked back at Bobby.

"Up there," she said, gesturing toward the table.

"But Miss Farrel?"

"Don't argue with me."

She wanted to scream. She wanted to turn from him and flee before it was too late. She wanted to hide herself, hide her eyes from the temptation of life. Then he shrugged and climbed up onto the table, stretching out sideways and propping himself on one elbow to gaze at her with apprehension.

"Have you ever...had any...sex education courses at your school or church?" she stammered.

"At school, but they didn't really teach us anything. You could learn more listening to dirty jokes."

"I'm...going to teach you, Bobby," she sobbed, stepping up to the table. With a quivering hand she reached down and unbuttoned Bobby's levis and unzipped his fly. She felt him twitch beneath her touch, but she hardly saw the fear in his eyes. She was consumed now by her lust; it had gone too long without satiation, too many times she had masturbated for Mr. Hamilton and dreamed of this. Now, clearly confronted with the opportunity, she couldn't resist.

"Miss Farrel?" he gasped, reaching down to stop her as she tried to pull the levis down off his smooth young hips.

"Hold still. I'm a nurse, Bobby. I've seen all this before."

"But... ? "

As his young cock, in a state of limber burgeoning erection, rolled free a shock of insane lust spiraled crazily up her spine to shatter in a cascade of wildly scintillating explosions, the hot meteors raining tauntingly down over her whole body. She felt an involuntary twitch begin deep in her hotly pulsating, already wetly seeping loins as the fire of her obscene craving swept away the last of her inhibitions, the last remnants of her failing sanity until nothing was left of her but the lewdly surging demands of her secret, long frustrated obsession. Tears filling her eyes, she moistened her lips hungrily as she watched the limber young penis stir and begin to rise from the thin twists of golden, silken pubic hair.

"Miss Farrel, what are you gonna do?"

"Just relax, Bobby. I'm going to give you a real course in sex education."

My God, she thought. That sounded as bad as what Rosemary had said; it was in fact very nearly the exact thing the voluptuous young brunette had told Bobby earlier, merely couched in less vulgar terms. And she knew that in society's eyes she could be no better than the aggressive younger girl; indeed, she would really be thought much worse, she realized. But it was not the same. Though no one else might ever understand, her desire was not mere wanton, aggressive lust. It was not impersonal.

A wrenched sob sounding deep in her throat, Angie moved up the table, taking the stunned boy's head in her arms and pulling his face toward her hotly heaving breasts, snuggling it against the swollen, brassiere-clad mounds so she could feel the warmly tingling nipples rise to throbbing rigidity as the hotness of his suddenly strained breathing permeated the thinness of her dress.

"Oh Bobby, Bobby," she mewled, hugging his face even more tightly to her high-set, softly rounded breasts and watching the sudden and surprising growth of the small young cock that suddenly bulged almost as large and threatening as a man's. She caught her own breath in her throat, her thighs quivering with the wanton, unrestrained longing that coursed freely through every hotly tingling fiber of her being.

She ran her fingers gently through his hair, stroking and caressing the silken-curled locks with a motherly tenderness that was almost incongruous with the lurid sensations that raged obscenely through her mind and flesh.

"Oh Bobby, Bobby, my beautiful little boy," she sobbed with even greater urgency in her voice.

Then gently she lay his head back, still cradling it lightly in her arms and stroking his blushing cheeks. Now Bobby's young virgin cock bobbed up to its full rigidity, the skin stretched tightly around the slender shaft, the pink head bursting with an eagerness of its own as Angie reached down and stroked it lightly with her fingers, rubbing the tightened skin smoothly up and down the way she'd so jealously watched Rosemary do such a short time ago.

Bobby's hips began to squirm spontaneously as she fingered him so obscenely, and with satisfaction she listened to his hastened breathing and the soft boyish grunts of lust-incited pleasure that issued hoarsely from his throat.

"Do you think I'm awful, Bobby?" she purred softly. "Do you think I'm a terrible and wicked older woman?"

"N-no Miss Farrel." He was so hot he could hardly even talk now. "I th-think you're just f-fine." Then he sucked in his breath hoarsely, jerking his hips up even more violently, flexing the taut muscles of his rigidly pulsating penis in the tight caress of her hand. "But I don't know how I-long I can stand that. Rosemary already had me pretty hot."

Angie tensed with envy as she heard the name, a sudden spark of anger only intensifying her determination to give this young boy an experience he would never forget no matter how many women he might fuck during the years to come.

Still caressing the hotly throbbing young cock in her hand, Angie lowered her face toward the child's thinly haired loins. A soft sob escaped her and she felt his body shiver as her long sandy hair hung down to his belly, momentarily shrouding the thickly pulsating shaft of his young male hardness before she brushed it out of her eyes so she could see it better. She flicked her tongue out and worked it in a sensuous circle around her sultry, swelling lips as she continued to caress the inflated cock tenderly with her fingers.

"Oh Miss Farrel," he moaned, a faint note of protest in his voice.

"Relax, Bobby," she whispered. "Lie back and relax. I'm going to suck you off."

As another soft mewl of wanton desire escaped her, Angie leaned her face lower toward the hotly throbbing cock. She held it tightly between the fingers of both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate even more wildly to her maddening rhythm.

She had to suck it! She had to give herself up in complete surrender to this young boy who had become like an Adonis, like an untouchable Greek god in her eyes these last few days, and this seemed the only fit way to show her worship of him, by taking his slim virgin cock in her mouth and letting him use it as if it were a cunt, by losing her every inhibition and sucking him with an unrestrained and obscene passion until the act was lifted and elevated above its base nature and became a true gift of humility.

Her lips dropped slowly to his rising hardness and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the slick wetness of the tiny glans on the end of the smoothly rounded head.

"Oh Jesus, Miss Farrel!" Bobby gasped at the jolting sensation of the first contact. He sucked his breath in, chills rippling down his spine as he felt her tongue swipe wetly around the tingling head of his now hotly jerking cock. He groaned as she made an oval circle of her lips and brought them down over his throbbing cock-head.

Angie made soft gurgling sounds deep in her throat, her tongue still flicking teasingly over the pulsating hotness that violated her sensually parted lips, blowing her breath down warmly over the rigid masculine flesh, gradually bringing her mouth down all the way to enclose the whole of the sensitive head in a moist, soft pressure of warmth. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

"God, Miss Farrel," he gasped, undulating his naked young hips even more wildly.

The young camper raised his head up from the examination table to stare down at the tall, full bodied woman in the flimsily clinging nurse's uniform whose hotly crimsoned face nestled in his loins, contorted with a passion he could never have imagined as she sucked with abandoned hunger at his twitching, burning penis. It felt so good he could hardly believe it, like nothing he'd ever dreamed of. And though it had seemed so embarrassing at first, now he didn't care. He wanted to go on forever, to never lose that exciting feel of her mouth and lips tightened wetly around it, her tongue flicking wildly over the sensitive, almost bursting glans. Somehow he had to hold the cum back. He wanted so badly to shoot off into her mouth already, but he knew he would have to warn her first so she could take her face away before he did that or she would probably never even let him near her again. He had to control it. He had to keep this incredible feeling going on as long as he possibly could.

Angie massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. Her eyes were clenched tightly together, her whole face strained with passion, and already the bent over position was beginning to take a toll on the strained muscles of her neck. Yet that dully throbbing pain only heightened her feelings of wanton, masochistic pleasure, only intensified the sensation of giving herself up wholly for the pleasure of the young boy and humbling herself to expiate the gnawing guilt in the back of her mind, to suck him like this until he spurted the fresh white stream of his cum from his virginal cock up into the obscenely sucking receptacle of her mouth.

Now the softness of her tongue twirled wildly around the small, tensely pulsating knob of the head of his cock, the tongue flicking magically across the tiny opening of the glans on the end at the upstroke, then swiping wetly down the saliva moistened shaft as she dropped her face back downward to take the rigidly jerking pole almost to the back of her throat. She made deeply gurgling, mewing sounds, her own thighs trembling with a desire that was only heightened by her passionate cock sucking. She could feel the fluids of her unleashed lust seeping down between her warmly tingling thighs and wetting her tightly clinging panties and her breasts had swelled to fill the cups of her brassiere as the electric current set up between her wildly sucking lips and hotly heaving loins seemed to send tantalizing sparks darting to the rigid tips of her nipples. She didn't know how much longer she could go on like this. She wanted it to last forever, but now her own body was crying out in obscene desperation for touch, for satiation of the secret, pent-up desire which had finally been unleashed.

Bobby flexed his buttocks, his head still raised to watch her passion-contorted face bobbing up and down over his loins, her fully rounded breasts quivering with the motion of her body, the bent over passion stretching the white material of her uniform tightly over her roundly flaring buttocks so he could see the outline of the elastic leg bands of her panties standing vividly out from the smooth contours of her flesh.

Angie sucked more eagerly, gurgling obscenely and gasping for breath around the boyish shaft that now filled and stretched her mouth, every lewdly wanton jerk of his hips driving it deeper and deeper toward the back of her throat, filling her with an even more intense and depraved ecstasy. But now the crying out of her own body had become like a deafening roar she could stand no longer.

She had to have some kind of consolation, and she had to have it right now before she went stark raving mad.

In a sudden compulsive gesture she wrenched her head upward, feeling the hard young penis pop from her lips, hearing Bobby's deeply frustrated gasp of protest. Sobbing she tried to catch her breath, one of her hands still tenderly caressing his balls while with the other she brushed her long, wavy hair off her forehead so she could look at his face.

"What's?"

"You've got to touch me too," she gasped. "I'm so hot I'm going out of my mind."

In a frantic motion she reached up behind her back and from the outside of her uniform flicked loose the snap of her brassiere. Then she worked the cups up off the hotly heaving fullness of her breasts, pulling them upward so they rested loosely above the full rise of the smoothly contoured mounds that sprang to partial freedom inside the flimsy uniform, the nipples swelling to a taut ripeness and making sharp protrusions surrounded by dark coronas as they strained against the thin white material.

"God, Miss Farrel. They're beautiful!" said Bobby. "They're almost twice as big as Rosemary's and even harder and higher."

Swelling with pride, Angie worked her skirt upward off her long, contoured thighs, exposing the cream white flesh and the brief panties and the softly shadowed triangle of pubic hair. She bunched and tucked the skirt around her waist above the top of the tightly constricting panties and looked down with even greater relish at the smooth red shaft of his cock still bobbing obscenely with his inflated heartbeat. My God, she thought. It's almost the way I always did that with old man Hamilton; it's almost the way I dreamed of this when I did that other stupid thing for him.

Then she gasped, a desperate plea wrenched from the depths of her being:

"Play with my cunt, Bobby. Pull my panties down and stick your finger up in my cunt while I finish sucking you off."

With a whimper of love she plunged her head again. Then her hips jerked wildly in wanton response as she felt the soft touch Of his hands on the fullness of her buttocks outside the snugly fitting panties, gently working the elastic waistband downward over the flare of her pelvis toward the tightly clenched crease of her ass cheeks, his smooth young fingers tracing a searing path on the hotly tingling flesh as he exposed the trembling moons of her buttocks and began to work the passion-soaked crotch band to one side to free the sparsely-haired, pulsating lips of her pussy.

His other hand moved eagerly to her high rounded breasts that were only protected by the thin material of her nurse's uniform, hungrily squeezing and fondling them to an even riper bursting fullness. Hot currents of delight darted up between her thighs as she felt his fingers brush through the sparse strands of pussy hair to the pinkly pulsating lips of her vagina, lightly stroking and spreading the slickly flowing cuntal moisture, flicking tantalizingly between the sensitive, blood-engorged lips and up into the hotly grasping slit. Then a shudder passed through her whole body at the first searing contact of his finger against the already ripely swollen and throbbing bud of her nakedly exposed clitoris.

As she felt the young teenager begin to stroke rapidly up and down the warmly pulsing, hair-lined slit, she took his throbbing young cock back into her mouth with an even greater eagerness. Angie could feel the intensification of his reaction and began to suck his cock even harder than she had before as she felt his finger slip between the hotly grasping lips of her cunt and worm their way with slow deliberateness up between the sensuously clasping tightness of her vaginal walls.

Now the tips of her teeth dug gently into the hard resisting flesh of the little boy's heavily lunging cock, leaving small white trails where they had pressed the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position slightly to give him even greater access to her hotly moistened cunt and reached under his buttocks to cup them softly in her palms, pulling his heaving young loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the thickly burgeoning cock-head until she felt he was reaching the bursting point. Then she took all of the rigid shaft up into her mouth until she thought she could feel the warmly pulsating head prod at her throat, almost choking her.

Great swirls of heat were building in his balls as he madly finger-fucked up into her hotly undulating loins. She bucked her head wildly above Bobby's hard lunging cock as tiny rivulets of sweat broke out on her face and naked arms and thighs. She felt the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched up to push his surging cock even farther up into the welcoming moistness of her mouth.

He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth. Then suddenly he gasped, jamming two of his fingers up so ruthlessly and deep between her hotly quivering thighs into the searing warmth of her spasming cunt that she almost cried out with insane joy as she felt the first hotly flowing waves of her own imminent relief begin to course outward through her loins and her whole trembling body. Then she heard Bobby gasp. The moment was here: She could feel it coursing through every inch of her own hotly perspiring flesh, and in the frantic, electric twitching of the virgin cock that still plunged madly and mercilessly into her mouth, she sensed the same delirious waves coursing through his body too. A low guttural sound began somewhere deep in his chest as the hotly surging sperm began its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls.

Then suddenly he stiffened and his hand, embedded deeply in the tightly clasping depths of her pussy, became motionless.

"I'm gonna cum, Miss Farrel," he gasped almost sheepishly. "You better watch out, I can't help it, I'm gonna shoot off!"

She knew he was trying to warn her to remove her lips and she sensed that he even made a half-hearted effort to push her away. But she only intensified her sucking as she felt the shattering spasms in her own loins and her cuntal secretions began to flow even more wildly. And suddenly the inexperienced little boy writhing beneath her lost all his inhibitions, shoving his cock as hard as he could up into her gaping mouth as she twisted her head madly from side to side in response to the bursting waves of orgasmic relief that racked her own trembling body, building to a shattering ecstatic crescendo in her loins as his hot-tasting young cum spurted in thin warm streams into the cavern of her mouth.


CHAPTER SIX

Rosemary teasingly fingered the tight halter that cut constrictingly into her voluptuous, well tanned breasts, sultrily eyeing the two boys, enjoying the little moment of holding them in suspense before divulging her secret.

"Come on," Tony said tiredly. "Did you screw him or not."

"No," she said with a still secretive smile.

"What happened."

"I'm afraid Nursey beat me to him."

"Nursey?" Bill asked with incredulity.

"Miss Farrel. The temporary nurse."

"Boy!" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't mind getting into some of that myself. God, she's got the greatest pair of tits I ever saw."

"Oh really?" Rosemary asked with a trace of irritation.

But Tony looked more skeptical. "All right, why don't you tell it from the beginning. You started up the trail with him and....? "

"She must have followed us," Rosemary began. "Because we were up there in that little clearing, you know, where you and I did it the first time right after we all got to camp. And we'd been playing around a lot and we had our clothes off." She giggled, causing her swelling breasts to bounce rhythmically. "He was really scared at first so I jacked him off for awhile and then after that he wasn't so scared."

"I don't blame him," Tony said aside.

"What?"

"I think I'd be scared too doing it my first time with a crazy nympho like you."

"Well thanks a lot!"

"So what happened," Bill prompted anxiously.

"Then finally he got on top of me and I had a hold of his dong and was just about to put it in, and there she was. She came running down out of the trees and she was just furious...." She paused thoughtfully. For a moment the tennis match attracted her attention and she watched the ball being swatted back and forth across the court, then continued in a softer voice as if she were beginning in serious to divulge the real secret: "But she was mad the way a jealous woman would get mad. It was like she was pissed at me for stealing her old man or something, and pissed at him not because she didn't think he should be doing it, but because it was me he was gonna do it with instead of her."

Rosemary paused and for a long time nobody said anything. She looked back and forth at her two young friends triumphantly, as if her whole point had already been stated. Then another, younger, freckle-faced kid walked up.

"Hey, what's goin' on here. You people plannin' on blowin' up the lunchroom or something'. "

"Hello Skeeter," Rosemary said.

"Is that all?" Tony asked. "Christ, what a letdown."

"That's not all!" Rosemary snapped with a defensive pout.

"Did she do it to him right there in front of you?" asked Bill eagerly.

"Not exactly. She told us to get up and get dressed and then she took us back down the .trail. She grabbed him by the ear and pulled him along, and I thought sure she was taking us straight to Mr. Melrose. But then we got back down there and she stopped and thought for a minute. Then she told me to go back to the girls' dorm and she took Bobby with her to the clinic." Rosemary hesitated for just a moment. "And she fucked him."

"Wow!" said Skeeter.

"She fucked him, did she?"Tony asked with the same sarcasm. "Yes."

"Did you see it?"

"Well, no," Rosemary admitted.

"Then how do you know they did it?" Tony asked her tiredly.

Again she hesitated, then at last spoke with resolute conviction: "I slipped back and listened outside the window. I know two people fucking when I hear it, Mr. Smarts. I've had enough experience to know that."

"I'm not doubting your experience, baby. I just wonder about your word. What'd they say. What'd she tell him before she fucked him?"

"She...told him she loved him. She told him she loved him ever since the first time she'd seen him here, because he looked like her little brother that had been killed in an airplane crash when she was a little girl...and she said she'd committed incest with her little brother and had always loved him even after he was dead!"

Rosemary folded her arms across her breasts and gazed again triumphantly back and forth between the two boys. Tony pondered the story almost a full minute before giving his reply:

"I think you're making it up. That business about the dead brother sounds like something you read in a comic book. But the funny thing is, I think without even knowing it you might be telling the truth."

"Whattaya mean?" Bill interrupted.

"I mean that I can't see any reason for her to have been up that trail if she wasn't following Rosemary and Bobby. And I can't see any reason for her to send Rosemary to the dorm and take Bobby to the clime. And the third thing is that I got a sort of strange feeling from the way that woman looked at me a couple of times. I've been sort of wondering about this already, ever since the first day she got here."

"Why don't we ask Bobby?" Skeeter suggested.

"Bobby wouldn't tell us," Tony said. "He's sort of funny like that. You know how he doesn't talk much about anything anyway. If he'd said yes, I'd believe him. But if he said no we'd be back where we started, because I just don't think he'd tell us. Anyway, I've got a better idea for finding out. And if Rosemary is right, we'll all get a little pussy in the bargain. Come on, let's go down to the clinic."

* * *

Angie was sound asleep and dreaming of Bobby when the commotion awoke her. She sat up suddenly in bed, blinking her eyes, for a moment finding it difficult even to remember where she was. The dream still lingered more vividly in her consciousness and she realized with a flustered sensation that had she been able to sleep a few minutes longer she would have had a climax. Instead she was engulfed by a nagging frustration. It was almost as bad as that night when Steve White had left her dangling with unfulfilled passion. And now she was desperately afraid that whoever it was outside in the hall would be able to sense immediately the source behind the lust-incited crimson flush on her face and glazed look in her eyes.

"Miss Farrel? Miss Farrel?" someone called her.

Angie started with a renewed surge of excitement. It was a boy's voice and for an instant she'd thought it was Bobby; but she had to reject that possibility almost as quickly as the thought had come into her head. That had been merely wishful thinking. It wasn't Bobby.

"Miss Farrel?"

"I'm coming," she said with a quivering voice.

Angie slid off the bed and tried to arrange herself in front of the mirror. She splashed a little water on her face to get the sleep out of her eyes, ran the brush through her hair a couple of times and hurried to the door.

Outside in the hall were Tony and another kid who answered, if she remembered correctly, to the name of Skeeter. "What's the matter?"

"It's Bill," Tony said grimly. "There's been a little accident."

"Serious?" she asked, her head clearing quickly, a professional calm replacing the frenzy of lust that a moment ago had consumed her.

"Well...."

"Calm down and tell me what happened? And did you send anybody to get a car ready to take him to the hospital in Eureka? And where is he anyway and just what happened to him?"

"I don't think it's quite serious enough for the hospital in Eureka," Tony said contemplatively. "And he's in there in the clinic now."

"Then why didn't you say so?" she snapped impatiently, brushing past him and hurrying down the hall to the nearly compact little first aid station.

But the sight that greeted her as she stepped through the door stopped her in her tracks. Bill was lying on his back on the examination table, where Bobby had lain yesterday when she'd so ravenously sucked his virgin young cock and he'd used his hands to bring her to the most shattering orgasm she'd experienced in...two years. For a brief instant it was almost Bobby she saw there in his place in lewdly compulsive transfiguration. Then it was Bill again, sprawled on his back dressed only in levis and sandals, his muscular chest bared, his thighs widely parted and his mouth opened, his face twisted in a grimace of pain that reminded her of a ham actor. Angie felt a flicker of suspicion. Then she shoved it out of her mind. Bobby wouldn't have told these kids what had happened yesterday. He just wasn't the type to go bragging around like most kids would have, and she knew that as surely as she knew her own name.

"What's the matter, Billy?" she asked softly as she walked toward him.

Behind her Tony and Skeeter slipped into the room.

"Oooohhh," he moaned, shifting his position slightly on the couch and looking up at her with the sad eyes of a hound.

"Now tell me where you hurt," she said almost in a whisper, reaching the examination table and leaning over him, placing her hand gently on his forehead to lightly stroke him.

"I hurt...myself," he grunted, again in a seemingly exaggerated agony that struck anew the note of suspicion.

But she forced that out of her mind and continued tenderly to stroke his face.

"He's embarrassed to say it," Tony offered behind her.

Angie looked sharply over her shoulder. "What do you mean he's embarrassed to say it?"

"We were up at the swimming hole," Tony said. "You know up the creek there where there's that little gravel path with the air mattress. And we were all swimming, in the raw because there weren't no girls with us. And climbing trees and all... "

She looked back at Bill. "Did you fall out of a tree? Tell me where you're hurt."

"I think it's broke," he grunted. "I slid down a tree and I think it's broke."

"What's broken."

"My...my pecker."

Angie stiffened, a chill shooting through her whole body, an incongruous mingling of rage and shame. They knew! Bobby had told them! And this was their way of making fun of her. It was all beginning again, though before where her judges had been the staff of a hospital, now they were the children of the summer camp.

"You get out of here!" she hissed, whirling to glare back at Tony and Skeeter. "You all get out of here right now!"

"He's hurt, Miss Farrel," said Tony. "He's hurtin' real bad."

"Ooooohhhh, ooooohhhh my God," moaned Bill, beginning to twist and writhe on the examination table.

Could they be telling the truth? she wondered. Could they have come here in seriousness? She visualized the details of the accident they'd half described. It would be a complete fluke, but it could happen. And if he were naked, sliding down the trunk of a pine or small redwood, there was a possibility for what she presumed would be a pretty painful injury.

"You can't break... your penis, Bill," she said, trying to control her voice. "AH right. Let me see. And you two get out of here," she called over her shoulder to Tony and Skeeter.

She waited until they'd reluctantly retreated from the room, then leaned lower over the boy's prone, muscular body and began unbuttoning his trousers. Angie's fingers trembled as she parted his fly, and in spite of everything she felt a faintly disquieting return of the old gnawing flutter in her loins. She was even aware already of a distinctly inappropriate wetting on her genitals as she carefully pulled the white material of his underpants away!

Then Angie had to stifle a gasp of excitement as she completely exposed the young boy's already surprisingly mature male organ and the thick dark curls of hair in his loins, the heavily sagging testicles between his musclar thighs. His thick shafted cock was limber, yet incredibly large for his age, and already she could see it begin a reflexive restless stirring as it was exposed. But the lacerations or bruises she'd almost hoped to find in evidence were lacking. She knew this boy hadn't been injured, and really she must have known it all along.

"Feel it, Miss Farrel," he pleaded in a dramatic, pained voice. "Feel and see what's wrong. It's just hurtin' like all belly hell."

Angie gasped at the vulgar familiarity in his voice. Yet her eyes now were riveted on the stirring cock that was rising quickly toward a full and frightening erection.

It was insane, she thought. The whole thing was crazy. Now there wasn't a doubt in her mind as to why these three young boys had come here today. Somehow they'd found out about her and Bobby, and she was sure their motive in coming went beyond just teasing her. Or perhaps they'd just been able to surmise it on the basis of what Rosemary could have told them. But now they were here, the vulgar little joke had begun. Angie knew that they posed a threat to her career, to her very existence on any basis of self-respect, as great as that other threat so long ago that had caused her to flee to the sanctuary of Mr. Hamilton's closed and stuffy mansion. And she knew the only logical thing for her to do was kick them out immediately and avoid further complicating her guilt. But now she couldn't. The sight of Billy's rapidly hardening young cock held her rapt attention. She couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Feel it, Miss Farrel," he moaned again, beginning to faintly writhe his hips in lurid suggestion.

Angie's hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved slowly upward, trembling, toward the muscular boy's partially exposed loins. Her fingers tingled in a lurid anticipation as she watched the swelling member twitch excitedly. Again she reminded herself how insane it all was. And where she could at least have justified her affair with Bobby in her own conscience as an act of love, this was merely wanton and obscene lust. She didn't love this boy who lay with his trousers spread open before her nor the two others who surely waited out in the hall. She wasn't even infatuated with them. Only in their youth did she find them beautiful, but that was a totally impersonal, animal lust.

"Maybe if you rub it, it won't hurt so bad."

"Shut up, Billy," she said tersely, her hand still lingering inches away from the now fully erect, blood-engorged cock. "Don't insult my intelligence any further."

God, why couldn't she stop herself? Why couldn't she control the lurid impulse that raged wantonly through her consciousness? Then another even more devastating thought struck her. The two boys waiting outside hadn't come along to listen and watch. If Billy was planning on trying to seduce her with this silly little game, they undoubtedly would want to get in on the action.

They were going to try to gang bang her!

Angie again revolted in mental rage that was somehow thwarted by the hotly welling desire that surged completely out of control through her lust-incited loins. The audacity of the kids was almost more than she could imagine, and of course they must think of her as nothing better than the lowest whore if they believed they could come here with this insulting gimmick and she would fall down immediately on her back for the three of them. It was disgusting.

Yet at the same time it intrigued her. For a moment, as her trembling hand hovered over Billy's exposed and waiting loins, a series of lewd, almost surreal images flashed in a fluidly evolving fAow through, her mind as she considered the staggering possibilities of what the four of them could do together. On a sheer animal level it was crazy and overwhelming. Then again as if of its own volition her hand moved.

Billy groaned as the sudden contact of her fingers on the sensitive head of his already hotly throbbing cock sent a searing tingle through his whole body. Angie sucked her breath in hoarsely and emitted a soft, forlorn whimper of defeat as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the firmly jutting male flesh and tested its vibrant springiness as she began to move her hand rhythmically up and down.

"Oh wow!" Bill gasped, shifting his naked hips lewdly in response to the slow, deliberate movement of her hand on his warmly pulsating member. "That's started to feel better already," he crooned in a louder voice.

Angie thought she heard a giggle in the hall. Again a faint lingering fragment of self-respect rebelled. But the insanely driving lust overwhelmed her and she began to gasp for breath and rub faster and faster as his already engorged young cock swelled even more rigidly beneath the experienced manipulations of her fingers.

For a moment longer Bill lay back prone on the padded table, watching her with his astonished, desire crazed eyes. Then he raised up slowly to a sitting position and as she continued to massage him he reached up and laid his hands on the bursting fullness of her breasts, eagerly kneading the soft sensuous curves of flesh through the thinness of her white uniform and the tightly constricting brassiere.

"Don't do that Billy," she purred half-heartedly as her hand began to move even faster. "I'll jack you off. But don't do that. Please."

"I want to fuck you, Miss Farrel."

"We all do," the voice behind her said.

Angie looked back with alarm to see that Tony and Skeeter had slipped silently back into the room. A muffled sob escaped her as she watched them walk toward her, but still her trembling hand moved obscenely up and down on Bill's heavily throbbing cock, teasing it to an even greater longing. Then Tony was behind her and she felt his loins press against the full, firmly-rounded moons of her satiny buttocks, his muscular arms wrapping eagerly around her body to reach the tiny buttons down the front of her uniform.

"You gonna take her dress off?" Skeeter gasped with a pitch of unbelieving excitement in his voice.

Angie was obsessed. The thought of these three boys taking her all at once had tapped a hidden fountain of lust she could not have dreamed. It wasn't the pure personal feeling she had for Bobby but something that was dark and hedonistic. And even as she began to massage more frenziedly the desire-swollen cock in her hand and squirmed her softly rounded buttocks back eagerly against the young loins that pressed up to them she knew that this certainly would be her downfall. And she did care. But she couldn't stop herself.

Tony's hands flicked feverishly at the buttons down the front of her dress and she heard Bill's hoarse gasp of appreciation at the partial exposure of her brassiere-clad breasts, already swollen to the bursting point and heaving with her hastened breathing.

"No Tony, please," Angie protested without conviction as she felt the boy's hands begin to mash and caress the ripe fullness of the high-set widely parted mounds.

Then suddenly Bill reached down to stop the motions of her hand on his cock. "I can't take any more of that, Miss Farrel. Honest, I'm just about to shoot off right now."

Reluctantly Angie drew her hand away as Bill sat up on the examination table and began to push the uniform off her softly rounded shoulders and work it down her arms until it fell away to the floor, leaving her clad only in her brassiere and the flimsy transparent panties that clung loosely on the softly rounded moons of her already sensuously quivering buttocks.

Angie shivered helplessly, as much a victim of her own secret cravings as of the boys' unbridled longing. Tony unsnapped her brassiere and pushed the cups away to free her excitedly tingling, hard-ripened nipples and Bill began to fondle teasingly with the tight elastic leg band of her panties.

"Oh God," Angie moaned in a voice that hardly sounded her own. "What are you doing?"

Yet the question could have been asked as much of herself as of the three teenage boys surrounding her.

Her legs began to tremble weakly as Tony Firmly cupped both her soft, ripe breasts and began to eagerly massage the vibrantly resilient flesh. At the same time Bill slipped his fingers into the narrow waistband of her nylon panties, working them slowly downward until his fingers brushed through the silken curled strands of her pubic hair to send further chills of desire racing through her body. The helpless young nurse sighed deeply, sucking in a hoarse breath of air in response to the keenly rising sensations of pleasure as Bill worked the panties, lower almost completely exposing the sparse, sandy-colored hair of her pussy. Then her whole body jerked and a deeply felt wail burst from her throat at the sudden electrifying contact of his finger on the moistened, ripely swelling bud of her clitoris.

"Wow!" Skeeter explained. "She's going out of her mind."

It was an astutely accurate observation. She seemed possessed of demons, writhing wantonly as the two boys continued to tease her to a lust-maddened pitch of passion, Tony working feverishly over the smooth flesh of her hotly heaving breasts as Bill pulled the crotch band of the panties aside to allow himself greater access to the glistening hair-lined slit of her wetly pulsating cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked in wild abandon as he ran his hand up between her trembling thighs and flicked his finger teasingly along the tight moist line of her cuntal lips, again sending tingling electric shocks jumping through her body at the light brushing contact with the tiny pleasure bud of her clitoris. Then she shuddered as he plunged his middle fingers up between the tightly clasping lips of her moistened cuntal mouth.

Then slowly Bill peeled the panties down off her ripely curved buttocks and they slithered lightly over her long naked thighs. She stepped out of them and felt Tony push himself back up against her from behind, his erect young cock tenting his levis prodding threateningly against the sensitive softness of her quivering ass cheeks.

After that it all happened too fast. As she listened to their deeply heaved groans of lust and delight, she closed her eyes, her desire-racked body going almost limp as they urged her to take Bill's place on the examination table, their hands pawing eagerly over all the curves and undulations of her nakedly trembling flesh, their obscenely lewd remarks only heightening her anticipation of the wanton ravishment that she knew lay in store for her now.

"She's out of her mind!" said Skeeter. "I never saw a woman so hot in all my life."

"Come on, Skeet," kidded Tony. "We know you never even saw a woman hot, before, let alone naked and begging for cock however she can get it."

"Well, get her up there," Bill urged. "Man, I've got to have it now."

"Not yet," said Tony. "Not her cunt anyway. I'm gonna have this whore going out of her mind before anybody messes up that sweet little cunt."

"Aw, come on, man. I'm the one that lay here complaining about a sore pecker. I oughta get first turn."

"Then fuck her in the mouth. Because I'm gonna eat her out good before anybody fucks her down there. Man, this ain't some high school Mary you just stick it in and spurt. This is a real woman and we gotta satisfy her so she'll invite us back again."

The degrading and insulting remarks seemed a fit punishment for the hopelessly trapped nurse now. It was a consolation to know that at least these weren't innocent boys and her wanton surrender to her secret lust would hardly corrupt them. Her last inhibitions fading, Angie yielded her naked body up completely to their wishes as Tony pushed her to a kneeling position on the examination table to completely reveal the tightness of her glistening pink cuntal mouth from behind. Bill stationed himself in front of her at the other end of the table, his blood-engorged, reddened cock thrusting up defiantly toward her helplessly unresisting mouth.

A shudder racked her nakedly trembling body as she felt Tony's hands seize her well-cleft, dimpled buttocks and spread them wide to expose to his view not only the inverted triangle of her thinly haired pussy from the rear but also the tightly clenched hairless hole of her anus nestled secretly in the crack. She was in the kneeling, dog-fashion, her milk-white rounded buttocks thrust high and inviting in the air, her face lying almost on the edge of the table, exactly groin-high to Bill.

Angie jumped from the sudden sensations that shot through her body as Tony leaned forward and flicked his tongue out from between his lips, brushing it tantalizingly along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and up into the thin curls of blondish hair that already dripped moistly with the unleashed flow of her cuntal secretions. At the same time, Bill took a step forward, the thick nub end of his cock prodding at her face and smearing several drops of his own lewd pre-cum across her cheek before she took it gingerly in her hand and bent it downward to point it at her willingly parted lips. Her tongue flicked out wetly and brushed in a light circle around the lust-swollen, purplish tip before she took it hungrily up into her mouth.

With a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, Tony pulled the swollen pink lips of her cunt apart to expose the thinly pulsating slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he plunged his head forward, burying the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like up into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.

"Oh God! Oooooh, oooohhhh!" Angie whimpered before his luridly exciting attack. Her body jerked, a prisoner of its own passions, and a soul-searing moan escaped from deep in her chest. She ground her buttocks wildly back against the lewd invading tongue that plunged with abandon up into the yearning warmth and moisture of her cuntal depths.

As her lips parted to issue another delirious cry Bill ground his pelvis forward even harder, ramming the thick pole of his flesh forward into the moist dark cavern of the young nurse's mouth. She could feel the tiny slit in the tip of the huge bulbous head slide wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the warm little droplets of masculine moisture seeping from it to fill the depths of her mouth with its fresh young taste.

Again and again her buttocks jerked backward involuntarily against Tony's searingly plunging tongue as the brash young teenager assaulted her defenselessly exposed genitals with the experience of a jaded adult, prompting little wisps of forbidden pleasure to ripple deep in her naked belly and loins. Her shamelessly aroused body jerked spasmodically and she intensified the sucking of Bill's already wildly twitching cock in her mouth.

"Jeez!" she heard Skeeter exclaim. "You guys hurry up. I'm going out of my mind watching this."

"Then let her jack you off," Bill said. "She's still got two hands free."

Angie heard the third teenager step up to the table, felt a faintly tingling shock at the first hesitant touch on her nakedly writhing torso. Skeeter grinned, watching her ravenous sucking of Bill's cock and listening to the obscenely lurid slurping sounds of Tony eating her lust-incited cunt from behind. He ran his hands over the smooth warm flesh of her softly undulating hips, allowing them to rove beneath her to the full rounded breasts that trembled and swayed sensuously with the heated twisting of her naked figure. Anxiously, he tweaked and teased the small rosy buds of her nipples to a more rigid hardness; then ran his hands lewdly back up the sides of her body and over the hourglass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers hungrily kneaded her softly palpitating flesh as he watched his friend's thick rod of male flesh sawing mercilessly up into the nurse's ovaly stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the kneeling woman's helpless face being attacked without restraint by what they all knew was the biggest cock of any of the boys in the camp, her voluptuous body kneeling dog fashion on the table, the giant blood-engorged cock forcing its way in and out between her roundly straining lips, her nakedly upturned ass cheeks twisting and jerking in wild abandon in response to the obscene licking and sucking of her cunt...

And Skeeter was ready to get his share too.

Anxiously he unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor, exposing his erect young rod of a cock. Then he seized one of Angie's hands, drawing it greedily to his loins and placing it on the palpitating shaft. He heard the nurse moan deeply around the hard driving cock that thrust relentlessly in and out of her mouth as he placed her hand on his own smaller member. A sensuous shiver coursed through her nakedly perspiring body as she wrapped her fingers softly around it and began a gentle up and down motion on the angry red, lust-swollen shaft.

Tony sensed a sudden submissive surrender in the woman whose hotly undulating loins he'd been licking and teasing with his tongue until he thought he would choke. As Skeeter moved up to make the trio a foursome and Bill began to groan as if in torment as the hot young cum began to well up in his balls, Tony felt the last of the camp nurse's inhibitions and restraint give way. She began to rotate her buttocks around wildly in a pagan-like circular motion, shoving her seething loins back onto his face and almost smothering him. But this was the moment he'd been waiting for. She was ready to fuck. She was so hot now that he knew he couldn't miss giving her the satisfaction her desire tortured body demanded.

Angie sobbed wantonly as she felt Tony's lips leave the hotly pulsating, hair-lined slit of her cunt. A sharp stab of frustration shot through her whole body to find vivid focus in the tingling bud of her pinkly swollen clitoris. For a moment she almost ceased the motion of her hand on Skeeter's small young cock and she slackened her determined sucking of Bill's larger mouth-stretching pole. Then a shiver passed over her naked flesh as she felt Tony getting up behind her on the examination table. With a twinge of shame and excitement she realized what he was going to do.

He was going to fuck her dog-fashion while Bill continued to do her in the mouth. It seemed almost too degrading, something wrenched from the wildest fantasies in the most remote depths of their young minds that must be prematurely twisted to allow them to dream up such an obscenely lewd combination. But in her current lust-maddened state, the idea only increased her wanton masochistic excitement.

Tony poised himself on his knees at the end of the table behind Angie's wildly undulating ass cheeks. God she was hot, he thought, his penis throbbing in anticipation as he watched the squirming half-moons of her buttocks. He brushed his hand lightly across the moistened slit of her cunt, then with his other hand aimed his cock downward and leaned forward. A muffled moan escaped her as his cock made contact with the soft sparse cuntal hair that lined the swollen folds of tender pink flesh that enfolded her lust-crazed vagina. The young teenager gasped as he felt her other free hand move back under her body, her fingers gently enfolding his hotly throbbing prick. She moved it up and down for a moment in the softness of the silken blonde strands of her pubic hair, then guided him gently forward. Tony let his hips move with the slight tugging until he heard her sudden deeper groan as the warm moist pussy flesh slipped teasingly over the head of his pulsating cock like a tight fitting glove. Then he shoved slowly forward as her body trembled sensuously before him, gradually working his aching cock up into the tight wet softness of her unresisting cuntal passage until he could feel the curly fringe of her pubic hair brush teasingly around the base of his blood-engorged shaft.

He could hold back no longer now. With animal urgency he drove his cock forward, flooding it up between the kneeling woman's hotly quivering thighs and plunging it with a vengeance deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard against the softness of her smoothly upturned ass cheeks.

Angie moaned wantonly around the cock that filled her mouth as she felt Tony plunge up into the moistly clasping depths of her throbbing hot cuntal walls. Her firm white breasts danced and shook beneath her lewdly crouching body as though with a life of their own as she began to lunge her body back and forth, crushing her hips down against Tony's wildly gyrating loins on the backstroke to take the full hardness and length of his hotly plunging young cock up into the warm forbidden recesses of her cunt, then leaning forward to plunge the whole length of Billy's twitching throbbing shaft in the warm wet moistness of her mouth until she could almost feel it touch the back of her throat. Her hand expertly kept Skeeter at a fever-pitch of excitement almost unconsciously, that sensation seeming distant and blurred compared to the streaks of brilliant and fiery desire Tony's maddened dog fashioned fucking engendered in her heated loins.

Then Billy groaned and she felt his cock begin a sudden jerking motion in her mouth. She sucked even more passionately as she knew the sweet male sperm she so desperately craved was welling up in his lust-tightened young balls. Angie issued a muffled whimper as he began an even more vicious lunging that sent his loins smacking mercilessly into her face, fucking his throbbingly rigid cock so deep into her throat she almost choked.

"Oh boy!" he cried, seizing her long sandy hair to guide the motions of her mouth over his hard driving shaft. "I'm gonna shoot in her mouth. Goddamn I can't hold it any longer."

Angie sucked with a purpose as she heard that, her head bobbing in rapid rhythm as she sensed the final hotly throbbing twitches and her tongue swirled wantonly around the pulsating head as she felt the first fragrant tasting spurts of the lewd, little-boy cum squirting up into the ravenous warmth of her mouth, hot jets that shot almost straight back to her throat. Her cheeks swelled and hollowed obscenely as she swallowed the warm sticky essence of his young manhood as it continued to squirt hotly up into her mouth. Then at last the spurting ceased and she sensed the weakening of his legs as his drained cock began to go limp in her mouth. Yet still she sucked as if to extract every last drop of the fresh young cum. Then she began to lick him clean, gasping to catch her breath as her tongue flicked around the base of his still thick male shaft and the curls of his pubic hair tickled her flaring nostrils. Then she worked slowly up the length of it, twirling her tongue over the thin sticky streams that remained there mingled with her own wetly glistening saliva. As she finished, she already felt it begin to jerk to life again in response to her teasingly soft ministrations.

Then Skeeter moaned and began to jerk his hips wildly in her hand. "I'm dimming too!" he cried with a mingling of excitement and disappointment at having it happen so fast.

Angie sobbed, gasping for breath as Tony continued to ram his own lust-hardened cock viciously up into the palpitating depths of her loins from behind. She turned her head, watching through blurred watery eyes as the rigid young cock in her hand throbbed purple, twitched, then began to wildly spurt the white streams of cum at random directions into the air.

"F-f-faster, Miss Farrel!" Skeet moaned as he let go the full load of his own hot cum and she felt it land in large splattering drops on the smoothly sensitive flesh of her naked back.

Then she forgot that completely as more shattering sensations deep in her own loins overcame her. It began as a low and distant flutter, then grew rapidly toward a crescendo as great waves of thrilling sensitivity that moved like a relentless tide through the flesh of her quivering thighs and hotly palpitating cunt and up to the tips of her heaving breasts, sweeping aside every other sensation or awareness in its path as it engulfed her completely and swept her out of herself into a dream world of ecstasy.

At the same time, Angie could feel a gush of liquid warmth around the madly fucking cock buried deep inside her exploding pussy and her own moisture began to flow out even more wildly as the thickly embedded penis began to twitch and spurt its hot sticky cum up into the most forbidden depths of her helplessly quivering loins.

Angie groaned out her own release and continued her frantic pulling on Skeeter's softly deflating member as Tony's hot cum spurted hose-like out the tip of his hard driving cock and far up into the tightly clasping folds of her palpitating pussy. Tony ground his pelvis relentlessly upward, altering the angle to force his penis deeper and deeper up against the sensitive wet walls of her cunt without mercy. She whimpered as her orgasm neared its end and jerked forward to try to dislodge him from her almost satiated cunt, but he held her for a moment longer, continuing to ram viciously into her until his cock began to go soft. Then he released her and she sagged exhaustedly forward, whimpering and gasping for breath, little post-orgasmic spasms still dancing in her loins and through her body as she tried to catch up on her breath and slow the maddening beat of her heart.

"Now I'm gonna fuck her," said Bill. "I'm already hot again from watching the end of that!"

Angie opened her eyes dazedly and stared at the glistening red penis that moments ago she'd sucked dry. Again it was standing up fully erect, looming threateningly as Billy came around the side of the table. Her insane desire had been satiated for the moment and a dull clarity of thought enabled her to see what she'd done and realize as she hadn't before what the awful consequences would be.

How had she let herself get into this, she wondered as the full impact of her lewd actions hit her. It had been so insane, so truly insane; now she could hardly dream of how she'd let it happen.

She resisted slightly as Bill tried to roll her over onto her back, then at last yielded helplessly.

"I want some of the real stuff too," Skeeter said, also stepping around toward the end of the table.

"Why not?" Angie whispered to herself. The die was cast now anyway. She might as well have her fun. And let the boys have theirs.


CHAPTER SEVEN

As Angie approached each of the four bed rooms in the girls' dormitory she was greeted by silence, such a profound and pregnant hush that it seemed more deafening than any amount of noise could have been. Then as she moved on her way after her she would hear the echoes of the girls' quiet, malicious giggling and laughter, and sometimes the whispered chiding remarks:

"She checks the beds to make sure we're all here so she'll have all the boys to herself. "

"She's teaching the boys a sexual hygiene course at the clinic."

The bed check was like a nightmare, a gauntlet of softly spoken but cutting abuse, and by the time she reached the other end of the dorm and emerged into the cool night air she had tears in her eyes and a great constricting lump in her throat.

Every kid in the whole camp knew about what had happened the day before at the clinic. The three young boys had used her body to the fulfillment of their wildest and most lurid adolescent fantasies and the satiation of their ravenous desires. Then they had talked. She knew it was only a matter of time until Mr.

Melrose knew and called her into the office and the whole eerie episode she'd been fleeing and hiding from and trying to forget for the last two years would repeat itself. Yet now she almost welcomed that. Anything would be better than this silent treatment and the vicious, echoing laughter behind her. She would have to go. Where, she didn't even know because certainly Mr. Hamilton would hear what had happened and, their little masturbation rituals notwithstanding, she didn't think that even he would approve of her, a nurse responsible for the children's health and safety, corrupting the boys of the camp with an insane four-way sexual orgy, a willing submission to a wanton and lascivious gang bang.

And then there was Bobby. Now, he would remain a virgin. Or at least he would get his initiation elsewhere probably with Rosemary. That was the source of her greatest sadness. Even more than her regrets about the scandal that was certainly even now springing toward full bloom, she regretted the loss of those cherished moments she'd planned to spend with the beautiful young blond boy, initiating him finally to the fullest delights of the sexual act between man and woman, relishing to the utmost extent that experience she had saved for a future day in order to increase its sweetness and significance, and had now lost to herself irrefutably.

Angie ascended the steps and tiptoed softly down the hall of the staff quarters to her room. She stepped inside and flicked on the light, then flopped down exhausted on the bed, thankful for the solitude and the chance to unleash the flow of tears she'd been choking back all evening. Then she was startled by the soft knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, wiping her eyes on the bedsheet.

For a moment there was no answer. Then the door opened and Steve White stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. His arms folded over his broad muscular chest, he stood just inside the half open door, staring down at her indignantly.

"What do you want, Steve?" she asked tiredly when she finally realized he wasn't going to make a move to explain his unwelcome presence.

"You really are a nympho aren't you?"

"Oh go away," she said with irritation. They could take her to the pillory tomorrow but tonight she just wanted to rest and have a good cry, alone.

"I thought I had failed. I walk around here mentally castrating myself for a week because I didn't satisfy you and then I hear, via a bunch of innocent kids, that nobody can satisfy you. That you could take on a whole football team and still be begging for more."

"Do you believe that?"

"It's true isn't."

Angie laughed, an hysterically bitter burst of laughing. "I guess it is. I guess everything those little bastards said about me is true."

"But why do you want to pick on those kids when there are plenty of adults around who'd be perfectly happy to take on a good looking well built woman like yourself."

Angie laughed again. "Who? You? Mr. Melrose?"

"What's so damed funny?" he asked, blushing angrily.

'Tell me Steve. Did you come in hear tonight to give me a free psychoanalysis or a tongue lashing for corrupting the morals of youth? Or did you have some idea in the back of your mind that just because I got a little carried away yesterday with those boys that I'm a whore at heart and will take on anything in pants, including you again?"

"I think you're a deranged nymphomaniac!" he snapped in bitter retaliation.

"I probably am. But let me tell you one thing. Bobby probably isn't but fifteen years old and he's more of a man than you are!"

"Bobby? Was he with them too?"

She realized her slip. But what difference did that make now? What difference did anything make?

"No. That was the day before yesterday."

"What in the hell's wrong with you anyway?"

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" she screamed back at him, her full, smoothly curved breasts heaving sensuously in her uniform. Then she sank back against the head of the bed, the tears spilling without restraint down her crimsoned cheeks. She almost closed her eyes, and when she spoke again she was hardly even aware that it was Steve she was talking to. It was as much for herself as for him. She just had to let it out and it made no difference who heard.

"I was a nurse at a children's hospital back east, in Pennsylvania. At the time, I was ambitious, I was interested in my career and I wanted to help people. I even had a dream that I would go to med school and become a doctor myself. But then I ruined all that."

Angie leaned off the edge of the bed and picked up her purse, fumbling hastily through it for the crumpled pack of cigarettes. She almost never smoked, hadn't in the last year and a half except during moments of stress. But still she always carried a pack in case she needed them, though usually by the time she got around to smoking them they were stale and didn't taste good anyway. But now she desperately did need to smoke. As she vaguely noted Steve's surprise and, in the current context of events, seemingly highly absurd disapproval of this additional vice, Angie lit up one of the bent, half crushed cigarettes and took a deep drag. Quietly Steve walked across the room and took a seat.

"There was a young boy, a patient in the ward where I worked. He looked like Bobby...."

She paused, inhaling frantically on the cigarette so the tip lit up like a brightly glowing coal. She remembered the face, the young beaming face, the curly hair tossed out around it on the pillow as his shining blue eyes gazed up at her. "It may be the only time I have, he said. I may not get another chance."

"No, he didn't look like Bobby. But Bobby has that quality like he had. It sets him apart from the other boys, do you know what I mean?"

Steve grunted an unintelligible answer, still scowling at her grimly.

"He's not like the other boys, Tony and Billy and Skeeter. Not vulgar and unfeeling like that. Bobby never told anybody about what happened between us. And Sandy, that was this boy's name, he was like that too. He was quiet and sensitive and he was always thinking, feeling life what little of it we thought he had left...."

Angie paused and crushed the cigarette out in the unused ashtray on the nightstand. She stared distantly with blurring eyes into the empty corner of the little room. It was mad to tell him all this, but she couldn't stop herself. Even though she was vaguely aware it must sound like nothing but insane ramblings, she had to say it all. She had to speak through it, as an actor reciting a soliloquy, to the end.

"He was in a very bad state. There had been a car accident and his skull was fractured. His legs were paralyzed and they were going to perform an exploratory operation to see if that could be fixed but...it was very dangerous. There was a bone splinter that had to be removed and they had been waiting for over two weeks just trying to decide if it was worth the risk. And finally the decided it had to be tried."

Angie paused, again staring silently away into the corner of the room as if there in some unseen distant the past unfolded before her glossed over eyes.

"But Sandy had a feeling. He thought, without self-pity, that the worst would happen when they operated on him. He wanted the operation because he wasn't going to spend the rest of his life as a cripple, but he thought he would die. He would have preferred dying to staying...the way he was...helpless. And I thought he would die too; though the risk wasn't that great, I must admit in all honesty. They wouldn't have decided to try it if the odds were not in his favor. But I had a premonition too, that he would die, and the reason I felt that, I think, is because of the way you always feel that beautiful things will die, beautiful birds with broken wings and children who look like gods...."

"Jesus," Steve sighed disgusted, yet now she hardly heard him or cared what he thought of the things she was telling him.

"I thought that for him to live and be healthy again was something that was too good to be true. Or...it was as if I thought he was too good for this world, too young and beautiful and deep feeling and that his death would be...an ascension like the ascension of the ancient mythical gods that came down and walked on the earth for just a short time and then were swept up away into the clouds. But I wanted to help him before he went. I wanted him to know what it was like to experience...the joys of sex, of a woman's body, and I wanted to give that to him as my gift before his...departure."

"Florence Nightingale! My God I've never heard such crap in all my life!"

"You have no feelings, you don't understand," she said in a monotone. "He asked me. That afternoon as I was giving him some medicine, there was no one else in the room and he reached up and touched my breasts as I leaned over the bed. He put his hands up on them the way...a cat does when it's nursing...and laid them there softly with a gentle pressure as if he were feeling my heartbeat. And he looked up at me with his eyes pleading and I knew what he meant to say without asking, what he wanted even before he did say it."

She stopped and lit another cigarette. That was almost unheard of for her now. When she smoked one she would usually not have another for three days or a week or a month. Yet this one she lit almost without thinking and puffed on it as urgently as she had the last.

"He told me he was afraid it might be his only chance. He said he had to know about that and he was afraid to go into the operation without knowing. And I understood him. But I also understood the possible consequences and I knew it could be disastrous. But how could I turn him down? How could I say no to that beautiful child who might be put to sleep to never awake in the morning when I had the thing he wanted and could give it to him if I weren't afraid of those comparatively trivial risks. I mean, it seemed so trivial at the time. My career and his life.

"That was in the afternoon. He didn't take his sedative after the evening meal; I didn't give it to him, and I stayed late under the pretense of doing some work in the lab. I went back to his room after lights out. You know, there aren't locks on the door, I mean unless you have the keys and I could have kept out the key to

Sandy's room when I gave mine to the night nurse but I hadn't, and then of course I couldn't go ask her for it, because that would have been a dead giveaway. And anyway if we had locked the door and someone had tried it, that would have given us away anyway, and there was really no probability of someone coming in if we didn't make any noise.

"I told him that. I told him that. I told him no matter how much he wanted to. cry out or make some sound to hold it back. And also of course we had to do it very gently. You can hardly afford to have the earth trembling when your partner has a fractured skull...."

Angie paused, a strange nostalgic excitement coursing through her loins as she remembered: she had been on top because Sandy had to lie on his back. And though it increased the danger of being found out, she had stripped her voluptuously curved body completely naked to expose everything for him, because he'd never seen even his mother naked, he said. And they had to do it very gently, not only because of the noise but because of Sandy's fragile, condition. He had to he perfectly still and she kneeled between his legs and sucked him a little, just for a minute so he could feel what that was like, and then squatted over him and took his hard young cock in her hand and lowered her hotly pulsating loins over him, settling down gently on him as she took the young slender cock up into her cunt. And from there she did it with her muscles. She lay perfectly still upon him, panting softly, and caressed and squeezed his penis with the subtly twitching muscles of her velvet-like vaginal walls. It was like an ordeal in Oriental patience, a yoga exercise of silently and slowly working his desire up toward a peak, and leaning over and kissing him softly on the forehead and cheeks and lips and stroking the softness of his curly hair and mashing her throbbing breasts on his frail, bared chest. It was the tenderness that had excited her. She never known it could be like that, that sex could be so peaceful and tender like a gently flowing stream.

"It was my climax that gave us away," she said sadly. "I hadn't even thought of that happening. I had no intention of demanding my own satisfaction in return. It came of a complete surprise to me and I forgot where we were. And then the lights came on and there they were, gaping at us. An orderly heard me first, then the night intern and the night duty nurse and even two of the patients from across the hall...."

Steve stood up abruptly and started out of the room. "You're crazy," he said bitterly. "You oughta be locked up."

"Sandy lived," she told no one in particular after he was gone.


CHAPTER EIGHT

"I don't suppose there's any question in your mind as to why I summoned you here?" Mr. Melrose asked, leaning back in his swivel chair and linking his hands behind his neck. There was a luridly condescending gleam in his eyes and it seemed he was on the verge of smiling. Yet Angie thought it would have been a smile of the most cruel and sadistic sort.

"No," she said blandly, looking back at him with an even, emotionless gaze.

The only question in her mind was why she'd come, why she'd even bothered to accept the summons to a session that in no manner could ever prove pleasant to her. For she'd had no intention of trying to defend herself or even make excuses for what she done. For that, she knew there could be no excuse, certainly in the eyes of a man like Mr. Melrose. Nor did she have any illusions about being able to hold onto her job here for the duration of her temporary tenure or even being able to return to the job she'd held playing nursemaid to old man Hamilton. She was hardly even concerned about her career now. Though she didn't know what else she might do to make a living, it seemed futile to flee somewhere else and pursue a career that would inevitably put her back in the clutches of temptation someday, a temptation she thought now she would inevitably succumb to.

For one strange fact or insight had emerged from this experience. Where with Sandy she'd been guilt ridden afterwards, perhaps to the extent of being emotionally scarred, she felt very little remorse for what she'd done this time and none for the affair with Bobby. Of course it had been stupid, there was no other word to describe it accurately, to have done what she did with the other three boys the day before yesterday. But even in that instance her regret was not so much for the deed itself as for the fact that she'd been caught. And of course she did regret her stupidity in not realizing that something like fucking the camp nurse would be a little more than those boys could keep under their hat. For chrissakes she'd even heard them recounting their episodes with Rosemary. So perhaps, she concluded, she'd come here to subject herself to this ordeal as a form of self-castigation for that ultimate sin of utter stupidity.

"Nor do I think I need remind you of the seriousness of what you've done."

"Mr. Melrose, if you will request that someone drive me into Eureka I will catch a bus out of here this afternoon. There's little I can do to rectify my mistake, but I will be happy to spare you the trouble of explaining or justifying the fact that my services are no longer desired as nurse here."

Now he did smile, and his leering eyes and cruelly twisted lips betrayed all the sadism she'd anticipated. He rocked slightly in his chair and looked for all the world as if he were doing everything possible to keep from bursting into laughter.

"Miss Farrel, I'm somewhat astonished at you!"

Now he did begin to laugh. Angie listened to it with a dull throbbing anger welling in her. She sensed the crimson flush that covered her face.

"I don't think this is funny," she stammered finally with exasperation.

His laughter stopped as suddenly as it began. "I can assure it isn't the least bit funny, Miss Farrel. I'm just surprised you had the idea it would be that simple, that you would just leave and that would be the end of it."

"What are you getting at?"

"I am getting at the fact that this summer camp has a reputation to protect. I can hardly expect those kids to hold their tongues I don't quite understand how you expected that either and it wouldn't surprise me if by the end of next fall half the high school aged kids in California have heard of you, in whatever scandalous cloaks the rumor chooses to drape you, and because of you they will also have heard of this camp. And their parents will have heard. Now, how quick would you be to send your child to a summer camp where you can expect the residence nurse to conduct orgies with all the male children."

"I didn't conduct orgies with all the male children, damn you. And I don't quite share the outdated concept that a young man should remain a virgin until after he's gone through high school and done his military service and finished college and settled down to married life."

Immediately she regretted that outburst and the repeat of the lurid smile she prompted on the pompous face of Mr. Melrose.

"Then you probably thought you were doing the boys a favor, letting one of them bugger you from behind while you performed on the other one like a suckling cow and gave young Skeeter a sex education course in how masturbation can lead to premature emission. Gossip around this camp gets very explicit sometimes, Miss Farrel."

"Nobody buggered me," she said, recoiling in horror at that lewd and disgusting suggestion. "And I don't even believe for one minute that any of those children suggested that we committed sodomy!"

"Dog fashion, then. Perhaps I just didn't get the story quite straight."

Angie tried to compose herself and hold down her rising temper. "Mr. Melrose, I don't think it serves any purpose for me to sit here and listen to your lewd innuendos. I hereby tender my formal resignation and if you won't get somebody to drive me to Eureka, I'll walk."

"Or hasn't it occurred to you that there are laws against statutory rape in California. And that here in the less libertine north of the state it is not completely uncommon to see them enforced?"

"Rape?" She almost burst into laughter. "If I'm not mistaken I heard somewhere that a woman couldn't rape a man, legally, that is."

"You're correct. A woman can't rape a man. But she can rape a boy if he's under the age of consent. And as I said, in this part of rural California, that sort of law can be enforced."

"To save the reputation of this camp I would. Not that I'm suggesting you would actually go to prison. I'm sure a good lawyer and a couple of psychiatrists and a bit of heartfelt and heated testimony on your part would convince a jury that you were sick and hadn't been able to help yourself and couldn't be held responsible for your crime. But that wouldn't be a pleasant ordeal and it wouldn't help your career as a nurse."

Angie looked at the man searchingly for a long time without saying anything. And the conclusion she reached was grim. He might well do everything he'd suggested. This prospect was even worse, that what she'd had to face the last time she slipped, back on the East Coast, when out of some vindictive impulse her superiors had demanded that rather than just merely accepting termination of her employment, she submit to a kangaroo court board meeting to face up to the charges against her and accept countless tirades of oral abuse before her employment was terminated.

But Mr. Melrose was talking about a court of law, and she wasn't so sure what he'd said about convincing a jury that she couldn't have helped herself was true. She'd heard some pretty wild tales about country hicks' ideas of justice and she had no doubt that there were just as many hicks in these hills of Northern California as there were in the deepest South.

But what did he want her to do? Why was he telling her all' this now? It seemed that it was still a matter of conjecture, that he was waiting for some yet unforthcoming admission of guilt on her part that would change his mind.

"I don't know what you want me to say or do, Mr. Melrose. There's nothing I can do, in fact. What's happened has happened and I know I've done wrong but...."

He smiled again. "Maybe there is something you can do."

"What do you meean?"

"Angie...." The sudden shift to the familiar sent a tingling chill of fear down her spine. "Angie, you're a very attractive woman. And I can understand that sometimes women fall into...temptation. What happened could have been an accident. And I am a man, and I also can be tempted."

"Mr. Melrose!"

"I might be persuaded not to press charges."

Angie folded her arms protectively across the fullness of her breasts as he leered lecherously at them. "So that's what you've been leading up to! Why you're...you're not better than I am, you dirty old man. I've been sitting here listening to you play that silly game of a morals lecture when all you're really thinking about...."

"That wasn't a silly game, I can assure you, Miss Farrel! I'm proposing a game now, granted, but the consequences if you don't play will hardly be sport." He stood up, menacingly and so suddenly that Angie started in fear, then cowered back in her chair. "Because if you don't play with me, I'll get on that goddamn phone and call the sheriff in Eureka and you'll be picked up before you're out of the bus station and spend the rest of this afternoon trying to contact somebody who'll make the bail so you don't have to spend tonight in women's jail."

He was serious. She knew it now without a doubt. As incredible as it seemed and as much as the suggestion that she would comply with such an approach just to save her own skin degraded her, it was truly happening and he wasn't kidding in the least.

Then he sat back down, smiling again. "Look at the bright side. I mean after all, you're no virgin. If you could do it with those three boys you can just as well...."

"You think that just because of that I'm a complete whore? You think I don't even care who I screw?"

"You 're making me angry, Miss Farrel!"

Again she cringed at the suddenness and sharpness of his voice. Then he turned the smile on again, like a light.

"Or, we can have your little interlude and you can go on your way and no one will ever know."

"You're asking me to prostitute myself."

"Phrase it that way if you're more comfortable with that terminology. Or let's just say that I am also succumbing to temptation. And somehow I'll live, perhaps with regret even, with the scandal to which the camp will be projected."

"Very noble."

"I'm getting tired of waiting for your answer."

"My answer is no."

"I think you just made a big mistake, Miss Farrel."

Angie watched in horror as he picked up the telephone receiver on his desk and began to dial very slowly. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and it seemed she could hear the clicking of the digits with each number he dialed. And all the time he did not take his eyes off her; they bored into her like cruelly searing lasers that cut through the thin material of her dress and burned into her tender flesh. The hatred seemed to radiate from them and the very thought even in complete fantasy terms of having sex with this man caused her to shudder in revulsion.

Yet she couldn't help but think of the consequences if she didn't submit, and the comparison was inevitably disheartening. For while she found it far fetched to think that she could even be brought to trial for what she'd done, she didn't doubt that the local sheriff wouldn't hesitate to lock her up until the affair could be explored to greater lengths. And though she had a small savings account in Santa Barbara it would be impossible to get to the money in order to make her bail before night. The thought of spending a night behind bars was almost more than she could imagine. For all she knew her jailers might be no more compassionate than Mr. Melrose. And she'd heard stories about what female prisoners sometimes did to attractive young women in their cells at night.

"Hello, Sheriffs department?"

"Mr. Melrose," she blurted suddenly.

He cupped his hand over the receiver and waited, watching her with the leer that caused a shudder of revulsion to shake her whole body. He waited patiently as she hesitated. He knew now that she was going to give in, this last moments delay was only something to be relished now. She'd already made it clear she didn't find the prospect of having sex with him attractive, and he was certainly beyond having his feelings hurt. But by God, the stuck-up bitch would pay dearly for treating him like a repulsive monster.

"All right, Mr. Melrose. I'll do what you ask."

He took his hand away from the receiver. "I beg your pardon. There's been a mistake. I'm sorry to have bothered you." He set the receiver back on the hook. "A wise change of mind, Angie. I think you would have regretted your alternative choice." Then the grin completely left his face, replaced by a stern and evil scowl. "Now, take your clothes off."

The terseness of the remark almost shattered her. As she sat there waiting, her hotly heaving breasts betraying the terror and lewdly masochistic excitement that surged in her bosom, Angie thought she'd never felt so helpless and vulnerable in her life. She was a victim, about to be used like a chained slave for the satiation of this wicked old man's obscene and chilling desires, and she had no choice but to submit to whatever it was he had in store for her. And the thing that made it even more frustrating was the total injustice of it. Even if what she had done was wrong, justice wasn't served by letting this dirty-minded old lecher get his kicks by forcing himself on her.

"Miss Farrel? I'm waiting."

Angie's fingers moved hesitantly to the top button of her uniform. But still hesitating, she glanced helplessly around the spacious, well furnished office.

"There's no bed?" she muttered.

"Oh come now, Miss Farrel. Don't tell me you've never been fucked on a nice carpeted floor."

It seemed that vulgar bluntness was the last straw. A numbness seemed to come over her body as, cringing, she began to deftly flick open the buttons down the front of her uniform, her straining breasts parting the material to reveal the ivory whiteness of her flesh that still lacked the suntan she'd been determined to get during her stay here. Sobbing, her brassiere-clad breasts gently heaving with her strained breathing and the faint currents of forbidden, masochistic excitement that already coursed through her body, Angie stood up and pulled the uniform off her shoulders as Mr. Melrose got up and strode across to lock the office door, then turned to gaze back at her with salacious appreciation of the smoothly exposed curves of her shoulders and the exposed portions of her full, upstanding breasts, the hourglass curve of her waist and sensuous flare of her hips clad in sheer transparent panties.

Angie thought she had never felt so naked in her life as she did that moment, though she was still wearing her brassiere and panties which didn't show much more of her body than was revealed in the bikini she'd worn to sunbathe that day she'd eavesdropped on the naked boys at the swimming hole. But in Mr. Melrose's evil presence her sense of vulnerability was complete.

She shivered as he walked slowly toward her, his eyes hungrily consuming her fearfully trembling flesh. She cringed away from him as he reached behind her back, his fingers brushing lightly at her naked flesh and sending a chill of terror down her spine as he fumbled with the brassiere snap and finally got it undone. Angie whimpered softly in protest as he worked the straps off the smoothly rounded curves of her shoulders and the cups fell away from the high set, sensuously smooth mounds of her breasts. Contact with the air caused her nipples to rise to involuntarily pulsating rigidity as the camp director gazed down with his greedy eyes, a light sweat of excitement breaking out on his forehead at the prospect of humbling this proud bitch to a groveling whelp at his feet.

Then Angie shut her eyes tightly as she felt him drop his head toward her nakedly heaving breasts as the cold knot of anticipation grew in her stomach. She shivered, a terrified whimper escaping her as he touched his tongue to one of her warmly tingling nipples and flicked it in a gently teasing circle around the sensitively pulsating bud. Then she shivered again as she felt his hands drop down to the gentle flare of her pelvis, his fingers flicking in beneath the tightly fitting elastic waistband of her low hanging bikini panties. Then one of his hands dropped lower, dancing in searing pirouettes on the sensitive warm flesh of her inner thighs, and she heard his breath coming in hot, heavy snorts as his fingers made lewd contact with the tight little crotch band up between her legs. She groaned helplessly as his fingers pressed insistently on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth panty material up into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He played teasingly, his fingers pulling gently at the silken strands of sandy pussy hair that protruded from inside the narrow leg bands.

Then suddenly his index finger slipped under the tightly constricting elastic, brushing over the tautly stretched tendon of her inner thigh to flick at the moist pink opening beneath, bringing still another protesting whimper from her. She opened her eyes, staring down at him for a moment in horror as he stretched the tight crotch band of her panties and worked his finger in slow movements up and down the thinly pulsating, hair-lined slit of her cunt. Then she shuddered and closed her eyes as the finger made startling contact with the ripe pleasure bud of her clitoris and in spite of all her detest for this man, she felt a distinctly masochistic fluttering of desire surge through her almost naked loins.

Then as she trembled on her feet she felt his hands return to the panty waistband and the smooth white nylon was drawn slowly down over her voluptuously rounded hips and down her satiny thighs to expose the softness of her sparsely haired pubis and the tightly pulsating lips of her vagina nestled up between the warm smooth skin of her inner thighs.

The panties caught for a moment at her knees before Melrose pushed them on down and they fell away to the floor. Angie was completely naked now and she had never felt so exposed and degraded in all her life as she stood shivering before him and let him gaze at will over the whole of her defenselessly trembling body.

Then she cringed again as he straightened up, still fully clothed himself, and leaned forward. She turned her face away as his mouth neared hers, but he put his hands on her cheeks and twisted her head around until she was again facing him. Then ruthlessly he covered her limp and unresponding lips with his own, his wet tongue snaking hungrily into her mouth, his lips almost bruising hers with their obscenely merciless pressure. At the same time, the blackmailed young nurse felt him pull her nakedly quivering body to his, his chest pressing brutally against the vibrant softness of her heavily pulsating breasts, the tented erection in his trousers surging up against the tenderness of her hotly trembling loins. Angie surrendered helplessly to the kiss, but refused to respond, letting her whole nakedly surrendered body fall limply against him as he held her.

After several moments he withdrew his tongue from her mouth and pushed her back, looking with the same seething hatred at her watering eyes.

"Before we are through here, Angie my dear, you'll abandon this dishrag posture I can assure you. Unbutton my shirt."

With another whimper of protest, Angie reached up and loosened his necktie. As his desire lighted eyes drilled into her vulnerably exposed flesh and the soft, sensuously heaving curves of her body, she submitted to the indignity of unbuttoning his shirt to expose his thickly haired chest.

"Now my trousers," he said when she finished and the shirt was untucked at the waist.

Mr. Melrose stepped out of his loafers, sadistic thrills surging in his loins as he stared down at the naked girl who stooped slightly to loosen his belt and unbutton his trousers. He watched gleefully as she pulled them off his thickening hips and they fell to the floor, leaving him clad only in his shirt and the boxer shorts that were bulging obscenely with the hotly throbbing erection of his cock.

"Now the shorts," he said, shedding his shirt with a shrug of his shoulders.

With a louder, more deeply strained whimper Angie stopped again and pulled the shorts down off his hips to reveal his thickly haired loins and the obscenely broad shaft of his blood-engorged cock standing straight up from among the tangled curls. Why was she submitting to this additional humiliation, she wondered helplessly. She'd agreed to let him fuck her, but she hadn't planned on these added indignities. But it seemed she no longer had the will to resist. It seemed that with the first concession she'd made to him, she'd also conceded her pride.

Then she felt a shiver shake her body as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to the floor. Angie sobbed softly, yielding to the light pressure as he urged her to a reclining position on the floor. Sucking in her breath hoarsely, she closed her eyes and waited, resigned to the cruel pressure of his fat hairy belly on her reluctantly yielded body.

But instead she felt the light caress of his hot, wet tongue flicking across her already tingling, swollen nipples, and the contrasting tenderness to what she'd expected made her start. A flicker of keenly rising pleasure surged suddenly in the resilient, sensitive flesh of her breasts, and the caress of his hand on her belly, brushing lightly through the sparse blonde strands of her cuntal hair to seek out the warmly throbbing bud of her clitoris, and in spite of all her determination to quell awareness of the sensation, the tiny pleasure bud had a will of its own.

Mr. Melrose smiled secretively as he heard the involuntary moan that escaped from the young girl's tightly clenched lips. He teased lightly at her blood-enflamed clitoris for a moment longer, then gently urging her smoothly rounded thighs apart, he slipped his middle finger up between them and into the secret moistness at the entrance of her hair-lined cuntal slit, feeling her hips twitch spasmodically as she seemed to try to screw herself up in retreat from the softly teasing violation of her warmly throbbing loins.

"Ooooooh," she moaned again more loudly as his finger flicked up into the tightly slitted cuntal opening, prompting a reflexive jerking of her smoothly rounded hips. Her eyes opened and she gazed up at him in feeble protest. "No please," she whimpered. "Don't do that. Just get on me and...."

"Get it over with?" he laughed angrily. "Not yet, my dear. Not until I've finger-fucked you until you really are ready for it."

He leaned over and kissed her vainly protesting lips again as passionately as he had before. Once more she responded limply, submitting without protest to the Umber probing of his tongue deep into her mouth. Then he moved his hand down from the hotly tingling bud of her clitoris, again dragging it sensuously in a hotly searing path along the parted lips of her cunt, then working it gently up into the flanged lining of the pussy slit, probing and separating the velvety vaginal walls as he violated the tightly resisting cuntal opening and rammed his middle finger hard up between the young nurse's warmly pulsating inner thighs and wormed it toward her most sensitive cuntal depths.

Angie sobbed around the tongue that filled her mouth, her hips beginning to writhe sensuously in response to the keenly rising pleasure engendered by the finger probing lewdly far up into her hotly palpitating loins. She tried to fight down the animal longing that against all her wishes started to well up hotly as her lust began to betray her. Submitting to this horrible man was bad enough, but if she responded to his obscene finger fucking she would have no dignity left at all. And yet how could she possibly control the sensations that raged wantonly in her loins as his finger began to wriggle and plunge deep into the hot moist crevice of her cunt? It was more than she could stand, and a part of her that hardly even seemed to belong to herself responded no matter how much she tried to stop the sharply rising sensations.

Suddenly Angie thrust her tongue back against the one that still raked madly around into her mouth. Her body arched upwards from the rug, her swollen quivering breasts trembling as she undulated her hips against the hotly probing finger in her cunt.

"Ooooh God," she gasped, slipping into a delirium that somehow let her forget her anger and the sadistic way she'd been forced into letting Melrose fuck her and be aware only of the hotly searing sensations tearing through her lust-crazed palpitating loins.

Mr. Melrose let a satisfied grunt issue from deep in his throat as he saw her beginning to come around. He moved his face down to her quivering white breasts, kissing and sucking the swollen, softly rounded flesh as she writhed up in unleashed passion against him, and quickening the movements of his hands that now wildly finger fucked her hotly throbbing cunt until it seemed she was going stark raving mad with desire.

Then when he was sure she'd reached a point beyond protest, he jammed his middle finger up to the knuckle in the tightly clasping warmth of her pussy and with his index finger spread the hotly gushing vaginal moisture down between the naked half moons of her buttocks to spread it around the tightly clenched hole of her anus.

Angie tensed at the sudden electrifying contact of his finger on her puckered ass-hole, at first a mild tickling sensation as his fingers played teasingly around the sensitive, tightly clenched nether opening. Then her loins jerked up wildly as she felt him pull his middle finger out of her softly clasping pussy and shove it up into her moistened anal tightness.

"Aaaagggghhh!" she groaned from the sudden hotly stabbing penetration, her sparsely haired pubic mound tossing wildly as she tried to retreat from the burning white hotness of the stabbing finger.

With a strained sob Angie collapsed back upon the plush cushion of the carpet as she felt him withdraw the finger slightly and then worm it a little deeper into her slippery anal tightness. She gagged silently at the choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in great gasping sounds as she sucked in the air desperately and his long thin finger dug deeper into her quivering ass-hole, slowly parting and stretching the elastically clasping walls of her tight rectum. Groans of halfhearted protest escaped from her lips bared in contortion of agony over her gritted teeth as he forced his finger deeper and deeper to expand the clinging tight sheath. Then at last the pain seemed to cease; his middle finger was embedded in her ass-hole up to the knuckle and miraculously the passage seemed to be stretching and moistening to the extent she could tolerate the hotly throbbing pain of its presence and again experience a vague awareness of the maddening sensations of pleasure engendered by the wiggling of the middle finger of his other hand that was suddenly thrust deeply up into the warmly pulsating depths of her cunt.

"Oooooh," she moaned more softly, her hips again beginning a gentle undulation as her pride made the adjustment to that even greater indignity of being finger fucked in the ass-hole by this man who had mercilessly forced himself on her helplessly surrendered body.

Mr. Melrose noted with content the pretty nurse's resumed response and began to work his fingers ruthlessly in and out of the pulsating tightness of her ass-hole and cunt at the same time, prompting whimpers of pain and sobs of ecstasy from the hotly trembling figure of the naked young girl on the carpet. He built her desire gradually, teasing her to a frenzied pitch of moaning, ranting excitement. And he stretched and probed and widened the clinging passage of her ass-hole until she screamed from the keenly rising pain.

"Oh please," she cried in an agonized wail. "I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand it any more!"

Her body sagged, limply contorting as the agonizing probing ceased. Then she opened her eyes in dull horror as she felt Mr. Melrose's free hand urging her to roll over on her stomach.

"No, please," she protested feebly.

"I want it 'dog fashion,' Angie," he said, again leering at her in a way that made her skin crawl. "Like the boys had it."

His two fingers, still firmly embedded in her ass-hole and cunt, twisted against the tender membrane that separated the two hotly pulsating passages like a lever and Angie had no choice but to roll quickly over onto her belly as another cry of pain was wrenched from her throat.

"Now kneel your buttocks up in the air," he commanded.

"All right," she sobbed. "All right, but just take your finger out of my ass-hole. It's killing me."

"Yes, I'll take my finger out of your ass-hole," he said in a strange voice as he stationed himself behind her nakedly upturned buttocks.

He gave a last wiggle of the end of his finger and then pulled it too quickly from her vainly protesting rectum as it seemed the tightness of the nether ring clenched even more to cling to it before the finger came out with a lewd light popping sound. Then through a haze of lust Angie felt his hands spreading open her tightly clenched buttocks, drawing the milk white ass cheeks wide apart. She tried to keep them clenched but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the hotly throbbing crevice of her buttocks was too great, and he forced her legs wider apart with his knees until she could feel the cool rush of air flowing against the tightness of the moist, open anal mouth.

Angie realized what he was doing too late. She tried to retreat away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her buttocks high in the air, completely at his mercy in the degrading dog position. Then she felt a lewd, rubbery probing up between her helplessly trapped ass cheeks, shoving bluntly against the slickened tightness of the nether ring.

"Oooooh! N-no, please, nooooo!" she pleaded in a soul rending whine as she felt the tightly resisting anal opening give way before the unyielding pressure of his lust-swollen cock and the tip popped up inside with a painful jerk.

She screamed again at the bluntly relentless intrusion of his tlick cock-head that vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing apart the walls of soft elastic flesh inside her widely stretched anal passage in great sweeping waves of white hot pain, and filling her passage with almost unbearable impalement. Angie grunted in helpless submission, trying in vain to retreat from the lewdly skewering hardness as she felt the coarse hair of his loins shoved flat up against the softness of her cock-spread buttocks, the cruel fleshy thickness buried to the hilt in her hotly clenching ass-hole.

Mr. Melrose groaned as he felt her clasping anal tightness engulf the full length of his pulsating member; then as he sensed her body beginning to adjust to the cruel invasion of her ass-hole he began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft, moistening depths of her back passage, causing her to shudder and issue further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. He levered up on his knees to lunge into her stretched and burning rectum at even greater lengths, the punishing rod feeling as if it would rip her apart at the seams with its long smooth strokes that shook her whole body as his loins smacked loudly against her nakedly proffered buttocks.

Her body jerked and quivered as Angie felt the man skewer mercilessly up into her, his thickly lunging cock tearing brutally into her tortured ass-hole. In a desperate attempt to combat the pain she clasped tightly with her anal muscles, trying to contain the incessant plunging of the cruelly ripping shaft.

"I can't stand it!" she sobbed desperately, tossing her head from side to side, rubbing the pliant softness of her low-swaying breasts against the carpet as she writhed in shame and humiliation, her whole body contorting in violent spasms. At last she sank down helplessly, lying completely limp and motionless beneath him in hope that she would lessen the pain. Then as the camp director continued his hard driving lunges up between her openly-splayed thighs her anxiously tensed body gradually began to uncoil, her hips slowly began to rock backward to meet the brutal forward thrust of his hotly stabbing cock, her undulating hips and her buttocks swinging in small rotating circles and clasping tightly with the throb of her rectum to the tormenting shaft of his cock.

Melrose groaned and surged into her with renewed power as he felt her body slowly begin its masochistic response to the violation of her throbbing ass-hole. He watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round opening draw back with his slowly exiting cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks grow more sensuous and intense as her screams and moans of pain transformed gradually to soft, low mewls of growing pleasure.

Her face rolled from side to side on the carpet, flushed crimson from her effort, her eyes wide and glazed, as she began to screw her hips back around his deeply plunging cock with wildly twisting abandon, low delirious cries of passion rising up unbidden in her throat as she submitted totally to the brutal ass fucking.

"Aggghhhh!" she groaned as she felt the lust-driven cock lunge up even harder in her hotly, torn and throbbing ass-hole. As she mumbled and whimpered incoherently, Melrose increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was fucking up into her cruelly split buttocks with earth shattering lunges that completely racked her body. His cock felt as if it would burst as her anal muscles squeezed it like a tightly fitting glove.

Then suddenly he gasped above her, shoving forward into her with a mighty thrust as he felt his thick male cum well up hotly in the depths of his lust-tightened balls and shoot in boiling thick spurts up into the soft inner recesses of her still tensely clasping rectum. Angie knelt on the carpet in front of the camp director, sobbing with pain and frustration, her buttocks still waving high in the air as he slammed down brutally against them and pumped wave after wave of his lewdly spraying cum far up into the tender warmth of her softly throbbing ass-hole, filling her to the bursting point with the warm sticky wetness. Then she heard him groan with delight as his body sagged limply on hers and his cock began to deflate. As her body continued to contort in little spasms of frustration he withdrew and rolled off her.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, my dear?"

Angie said nothing. She got up from the carpet slowly and wearily, turned her back to him and began hurriedly to put on her clothing. Her rectum burned and she felt a terrible frustration gnawing at her loins, and she'd never in her life felt so ashamed of anything. She just wanted to be away from this horrible nightmare, and she didn't care where she went or how she got there.

At last, fully clothed, the young nurse walked to the door, still refusing to look at him as he lay sprawling nakedly on the floor.

"Goodby, Miss Farrel."

She didn't look back. She unlocked the door and yanked it open angrily. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. There, sitting in one of the chairs in the small anteroom, was Bobby.


CHAPTER NINE

Angie was frozen, unable to move for what seemed like a very long time. Then at last she nodded weakly, still staring with horror at the young boy's unfathomable eyes. How much had he heard? Did he realize she hadn't submitted to Mr. Melrose's lewd fucking of her own free will? Could he ever understand her and forgive her for this shameful and debasing act? So preoccupied was she with the young boy's response to her act that Angie didn't even think about Mr. Melrose, still lying fat and naked and hairy on the carpet behind her. Then she heard his first grunt of surprise as he looked up and saw the young boy standing just beyond his open office doorway. In a panic he began desperately to crawl around the carpet trying to gather up his clothes and conceal his nakedness.

"Bobby, he made me do that," Angie sobbed with desperate pleading in her voice. He had to understand that. Bobby had to understand she would never submit to having sex with that man, let alone allow him to ass fuck her, if she'd had any choice in the matter. Bobby had to understand that or she thought she would die. "How much did you hear? Did you hear that?"

"I heard it all," he said, stepping past her into the doorway.

"Oh my God," cried Angie, tears of shame filling her eyes and pouring down her cheeks.

Then she looked back at Mr. Melrose. Clad again in his boxer shorts and now clumsily struggling into his trousers, his face red with embarrassment as Bobby watched him with all the purity and contempt that only an innocent young child is capable of.

Gradually the impact of what Bobby's presence meant dawned on her. Of course it was too late to erase the fact that she'd completely surrendered all pride and dignity and submitted to the camp director's obscene debasement of her body and spirit like a wanton, defeated whore. But now the tables were turned, to an extent. She had been on her knees, but at least she didn't have to leave on them. Mr. Melrose had done enough to cause himself more scandal than a man in his line of work could ever afford to have made public.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that, Bobby. I don't know if you can ever respect me again after what I've done today," Angie said. "But at least I know I can count on you to tell the truth about what happened."

"Now just a minute," stammered Mr. Melrose.

"A jury wouldn't call that rape, but they just might consider it blackmail," she said with a bitter smile.

"Get out of here," Melrose snapped. "Both of you get out of here right now."

"You're a pig," Angie said, the anger welling hotly in her chest. She stared at him with hatred for a moment longer, then turned and walked briskly out of the room, Bobby following shortly behind her.

"I don't know if you can ever...understand why I had to do that," she said with an almost cracking voice as they emerged into the afternoon sunlight.

"I understand, Miss Farrel. I really do."

The touch of his hand on the small of her back caused her to shiver, and as she felt the masochistic desire that had surged in her loins from the degrading and debasing act she'd been forced to submit to rekindle warmly in the wetness between her thighs, she paused and turned to look down at him with all the warmth and passion she felt for the lovely young boy.

"And you don't have to worry about him anymore," Bobby said. "You don't even have to leave now. You can stay until your two weeks are up."

Angie gasped with excitement as the ramifications of that statement dawned on her. She could stay here and be with Bobby. Now that she didn't have to hide her compulsion, she didn't have to feel ashamed of it. For the first time in her life, at least for a brief interval, she could live as she wanted to live, openly be her true self. And damn the world if it disapproved.

Angie moistened her thinly smiling lips with a suggestive flick of her tongue. "Bobby, tell me something?"

"Yes Miss Farrel."

"Are you still...a virgin?"

He blushed, averting his eyes and nodding. She put her arm around his shoulder, squeezing him to her, running his fingers softly up into the blond curls of his hair.

"Well I'm so hot now I can hardly breath," she continued. "Don't you think it's time we changed all that?"

"Yes. Ma'am. I do!"

* * *

Angie lay sprawled on the soft coolness of the thick green grass that covered the secluded clearing up beyond the swimming hole, her totally naked body writhing sensuously beneath the trembling touches of the naked young boy's hands on her swollen, excitedly heaving breasts. Her eyes flicked open momentarily, gazing at his desire-flushed face, her full red lips sensually parted to croon softly against the background melody of the rustle of leaves and the birds singing in the trees.

Bobby's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds of her voluptuously curved breasts between his fingers, kneading and squeezing them and watching them yield to the gentle caress of his fingers with their vibrantly arched firmness. Then he leaned over and kissed one of the rigidly tingling nipples as her passion-crazed body began to twist and undulate more urgently beneath him.

The blond, teenaged boy felt the warmly titillating caress of the softness of her smooth inner thighs rubbing with a friction against his erectly pulsing penis and he slid farther up on her writhing young body, his throbbing cock tracing a searing path of fire on the milk white flesh of her thighs as it moved steadily up between them and began to nudge into the silken curls of pussy hair that lined her open splayed cuntal lips.

"Yes, fuck me Bobby," the pretty nurse sobbed softly, her hands lightly stroking through his sandy hair and dancing across his back to fondle the tender whiteness of his firm young buttocks and draw him in toward the yearning softness of her loins. Then her body tensed as she felt his blood-engorged cock prodding, farther up into the warm of her willingly parted thighs, the huge, bulbous tip just missing the hotly moistening slit of her cunt to meet an unyielding resistance of warmly quivering flesh. With a soft urgent groan, Angie reached her hands down beneath her smooth, dimpled buttocks and seized the stiffly lunging penis, hearing the young boy groan with passion as she guided the rubbery cock-head back toward the tightly clasping opening of her cuntal mouth, working the desire swollen nub end up and down in the moistly pulsating pussy slit before she slipped it in between the hotly quivering lips.

"Now fuck it in hard, Bobby," she gasped, her hips twitching in anxious anticipation as she felt the electrifying contact of the first searing penetration into her wantonly clasping cunt.

Bobby wasted no time. Just the tender touch of her hotly clinging wetness on the sensitive end of his cock almost drove him out of his mind and he couldn't wait any longer to discover the wild sensation of embedding it all the way up inside her warmly welcoming pussy.

With a smooth long stroke, he wormed the heavily throbbing penis slowly up into the soft, unresisting tightness, feeling the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly he wanted to scream with the incredible sensation of it.

"Oooooooh," Angie moaned and sang as the entire insides of her vagina flowered open to receive his teenaged cock deep in her warmly pulsating cuntal depths. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as the handsome young blond boy began to lunge awkwardly up into her, gritting his teeth from the thrill of discovery that only more greatly stimulated his already raging desire.

"Easy," she purred. "Oh that feels so good, Bobby, it feels so good. Fuck me, you beautiful little boy. Fuck me until I die."

He plunged his long slender cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the hotly grasping cavern of her cunt, feeling her softly tingling womb flower open even wider to receive all of him up inside her and tightly caress and massage his young cock with the velvety smoothness of her hot inner flesh.

Her whole body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, as he began to strike a smoother rhythm, timing his lunges with her wildly excited undulations. Her lips moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had taken over her pleasure starved body. She sobbed and wailed, the knowledge that this was Bobby who was fucking her, that this was the boy she had dreamed of and longed for so desperately, only increasing the maddening sensations that surged through her wildly quivering flesh as she began her wild race toward ecstatic fulfillment.

"Gosh, Miss Farrel," Bobby purred as he lunged his cock up deeper between her softly clasping thighs. "This feel so good I can hardly stand it."

"I can't either," she wailed. "So come on and really fuck me. You're doing great but now let me have all of it. Fuck the hell out of me."

His excitement only kindled by the obscenely lewd incantations the camp nurse was moaning, Bobby slithered his hands down under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly raising them up off the grass to give himself even greater access to her openly pleading cuntal sheath. He squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his raw, youthful lust and he could feel the smoothly palpitating flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping with a heartbeat rhythm all around his almost bursting hot cock. Her hands tugged even harder at his buttocks and she lifted her thighs high in the air to clasp them tightly around his madly twisting legs. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back over her teeth as more desperate sounds erupted from her savagely heaving chest.

Lewd wet smacking noises echoed resoundingly in the trees as his lunges became more frenzied and shattering, racking her voluptuously straining body with their pounding impact. A thin coating of perspiration had broken out on her forehead and quivering breasts and wide splayed, upward extended thighs and she was slippery all over from the heat of her frantically twisting torso and undulating hips. Her mouth opened in ecstatic abandon, a cry of joy rising in her throat as Bobby lifted his head and gazed at her lust-contorted face with self-satisfaction. Already he could feel the cum welling up hotly in his lust-constricted balls and he knew it was only moments before it would begin the mad dash up from his aching loins to go spewing wildly out of his throbbing cock and into the tightly clasping hotness of her spasming cunt. But he knew now he would not be leaving her unsatisfied. He didn't need experience to sense the meaning of her insane mewls of pleasure and the hotly heaving gasps of breath that escaped her to drift gently up into the summer air. It was his first time and he was doing it right! He knew he hadn't failed her.

"I'm going to cum!" Angie cried suddenly, her body tensing rigidly beneath him, then uncoiling like a snapping bullwhip as she drove and crushed her breasts up desperately against his hairless young chest and smacked his pubis hard with her madly driving loins.

Then her arms moved up his body, her hands leaving his nakedly tensed buttocks to snake tightly up around his neck and pull his face down to hers, her tongue slithering wetly up between his lips in the soul-moving French kiss he'd so often heard Rosemary and Tony and Bill talk about.

Her body arched and she held tightly to him, quivering and jerking around him in wildly clasping spasms as her burning orgasmic secretions were unleashed to flood madly out around his cock and thinly-haired loins.

Then Bobby felt his own cum spiraling upward, a maddening rush of energy flowing over him as he unleashed the full fury of his passion. He threw his hands, down behind her knees and shoved her tender milk white thighs high up over her shoulders and ground as far down into her hotly clasping cunt as he could go-

The young teenager felt light crushing down on Angie's smoothly curved thighs. As she held his weight lightly upon them, her knees jackknifing down to her breasts, she bounced him in obscene rhythm with their frantic fucking, then wrapped them even more tightly around his slender flanks, crushing his body down tightly against hers as she felt the first hot spurting of his fresh young cum leap far up into her tightly clinging cunt.

Bobby gasped as he felt the bursting pleasure in his loins and heard her final, ear piercing cry as he exploded inside her, shooting his hot liquid sperm deep up into the hungrily milking depths of her openly flowered womb.

Then the violence of his fucking began to slack off and he sagged, exhausted, gasping for breath upon her quietly purring figure. Angie opened her eyes at last, smiling weakly, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"You did very well, Bobby. You did very, very well," she murmured softly into his ear.


CHAPTER TEN

The broad shouldered, broad hipped woman in the starched white uniform who met Angie at the front door insisted on taking her light bag.

"You're Miss Farrel, of course?"

"Yes. Angie."

"Gladys Fitzimmons," the woman said with a sigh. "I'm glad to meet you, and I'm even more pleased to see you." The broad-bodied woman made a mock gesture of mopping her brow. "Whooee, if I've ever seen such a cantankerous old man before I don't know when that was! And I bet you were just so happy to get away for those two weeks too. Did you have a nice time up there in the woods?"

"It...it was just wonderful," Angie said. "But I'm afraid that compared to taking care of all those healthy young boys this is going to get almost too quiet around here." Angie smiled to herself.

"Him quiet? I don't believe it."

"But I can use the rest."

Then she heard the cracking old voice calling from the living room. "Angie! Is that you, Angie?"

"You'd better go in. He's just been dying to see you. All he's done the whole last week is ask me what day it is; every hour or so he would ask me what day it was and then count on his fingers to Monday. As for myself, I'm checking out of here right now."

Angie laughed softly, moving past the woman and going through the door to the elegantly furnished living room. Mr. Hamilton pushed the button on the armrest of his wheel chair and whirred across to meet her.

"Angie, darn it. I'm so darned glad to see you!"

She leaned over and pecked him gently with her lips on the wrinkled skin of his forehead, feeling his hand move quickly up to her sensuously curving buttocks, softly caressing the resilient flesh through the outside of her short light skirt.

"Mr. Hamilton!" she giggled, wiggling away from him.

"You have a good time?"

"Yes," she said, smiling and nodding, gazing tenderly down at the old man. Perhaps it was just the contrast, but he looked to her even older and more withered than he had two weeks ago when she left. Sadly she realized that he probably wouldn't have much more time. But she almost doubted if he would mind going as much as she would hate to see his departure from this life.

"Goodby Mr. Hamilton," the other nurse said from the doorway to interrupt her thought. "And Miss Farrel."

Mr. Hamilton sucked and made a meaningless grunting sound. She smiled again at Angie and turned and went waddling out the door and down the hall.

"Fat bitch," the old man grunted sulkily.

"Oh come now, Mr. Hamilton."

"Treated me like a goddarned child," he grumbled. Then he looked up suddenly at Angie, his pale blue eyes lighting with a familiar twinkle.

"Mr. Hamilton," she warned.

"Angie? Please Angie," he pleaded. "I've missed you so much."

She didn't move as she felt his hands move up to the softness of her hips. Then with a deep sigh she stepped closer to let him work the skirt up and bunch it at her waist.

She supposed this was the least she could do.


The End
