The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Dr. Mary Ward sat at her desk down the hall from the school infirmary, reflecting on the rounds she had just made. She felt so much love for the little boys and girls she cared for since accepting the job of school doctor here at Lexingville.
Like little Johnny Reed, the boy sleeping now in the little ward room. She had been so relieved today when his fever had finally broken and he was able to raise his head from the pillow to gaze at her with a tired smile. His eyes had even descended with a cautious curiosity down the sensuous lines of her lushly-shaped body before he had looked suddenly away, flushing with boyish embarrassment at the thoughts that had probably popped into his innocent mind.
"Oh, Johnny," the doctor had said happily. "Look at how much better you are!" In her enthusiasm, Mary had bent downwards to hug the seventh-grader, her arms pulling him tightly towards the twin mounds of her ripely upthrust breasts. She held him for a few moments, his delighted face thrust into the voluptuously deep valley between her breasts, then released him and straightened up, sighing to herself contentedly from the innocent, but warmly titillating, contact.
Mary had come to the Lexingville School directly from her internship, and in the short time that she had been there had found a deep inner peace through her work with the charming young students of the coeducational boarding school located in an isolated valley of Pennsylvania. The beautiful old brick buildings of the intimate campus were partially covered with shiny green ivy leaves, and carefully pruned trees and flowering bushes were everywhere. Just walking across the campus on a pleasant day was a rich experience, with the happy faces of the students everywhere and the sound of their childish voices filling the air. In spite of the exacting curriculum, the children were content with their teachers and surroundings far from any nearby town.
The most rewarding thing of all to Mary Ward was her relationship to the students, being responsible for the well-being of all of them. As one of the more liberal members of her medical school graduating class, she felt a genuine bond with these teenagers, even more than with the older members of the staff and faculty. She knew that as the school doctor she was something of a mother substitute to some of the students, and sometimes she dropped all her defenses and gave a sick child a spontaneous hug or kiss when she saw him finally recovering from a bout of illness. At the same time, in these isolated surroundings Mary was somewhat irresistibly drawn to the adolescents in her cave. The freedom and restlessness of their energy was something which all her years of training had not erased in her, and it was probably the same energy and desire for freedom which had finally caused her to break her engagement with her fiancee and accept this job at the remote school campus. It was this same kind of restless energy that she recognized and responded to in the thirteen and fourteen year old school boys and girls at Lexingville.
Mary Ward heard one of her young patients stirring in his sleep, and she got up to walk down the darkened hall toward the infirmary ward. As she walked down the corridor she glanced through the large hall windows toward the gymnasium building, enjoying the clearness of the rapidly falling evening.
Immediately her movement was arrested as she focused her eyes on two distant figures hurrying along in the shadows of the campus, a boy and a girl walking close together, holding hands. Mary recognized immediately her own personal favorite of all the boys at school, little Michael Brown, and immediately she wondered who of all the girls at Lexingville would be with him. Michael was the most intelligent student in the entire freshman class, but beyond his cute sensitivity and almost bookwormish ways, it was Michael's shyness about girls and made Mary feel so protective of him. And so she gasped deeply when she suddenly realized that the girl holding his hand and scurrying toward the gymnasium with him was none other than Tracy Jones, a beautiful, troubled, and probably promiscuous tenth grader who sometimes dated the school's star football player, Jimmy Wilson. The young doctor almost cried out loud when she saw the two teenagers disappear among the brambles of the grape vines growing at the end of the gymnasium building.
It took Doctor Mary Ward a few moments to really believe the implications of what she had just seen. The awareness slowly crept over her that there was only one logical reason for a boy and a girl like Tracy Jones to be ducking into the deep tangles of the grape arbor where no one would ordinarily be walking as the evening began to darken.
Mary remained frozen with shock at what her mind was telling her. She just could not believe that Michael would be going anywhere with Tracy Jones, or even that he had been able to get up his courage to do something unlike himself such as this. Then, forgetting all about the young patient she had been heading down the hall to check on, she felt her legs carrying her through the door at the end of the hall, down the steps leading to the ground floor, and out the front of the building. It took her only a few moments to stride rapidly across the campus lawn and charge in among the grape vines, searching the growing darkness for a sight she did not really want to see.
Before she even had time to think, she heard her own voice hollowly rasping: "Don't, Michael! Stop! Don't do it!"
Immediately her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the fragrant grape arbor, and there, staring at her in surprise and shame, were the bright blue eyes of the beautiful fourteen year old boy who lay prone between the widespread thighs of the nakedly squirming curly-haired tenth grade girl.
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"How did you let her catch you, anyway?" said Jimmy Wilson to the nervous younger boy who had barely been able to scramble away from the scene of his about-to-be-completed crime.
"Fuck if I know," said Michael, biting his thumbnail and rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "If I'd just gotten it in before she stopped me. That's all that would have mattered. If I'd just gotten it in so I could say I had had a piece of ass. I was so close I could hardly see straight! She just rushed up out of nowhere! Tracy just laughed at me when I ran away. I'll probably never get any tail from her now!"
Jimmy Wilson could barely suppress a chuckle himself. Leaning back on the pillow of his bunkbed, he lit a cigarette and passed it to his younger friend. "Will she report you, do you think?"
"She will, I know she will."
The older boy slowly took out another cigarette and lit it for himself. "I'm not so sure about that. That lady doctor is awfully fond of you. In fact, this could even work to your advantage!"
"What do you mean?" Michael asked hopelessly. Michael had never felt so disappointed, or so horny, in his whole life. He'd been on the threshold of losing his virginity, of becoming a real man, and Dr. Ward, the school's lady doctor, had ruined it for him. And now she'd probably get him in bad trouble for it, too.
And to think that over the past few months Michael had thought of the school doctor as kind of a good friend. The extremely intelligent boy had been chosen to help out in the infirmary lab work as a work-study project, and every day he and Dr. Ward and been together while she showed him various tips about the medical world. Often he and Dr. Ward had sat and talked after the lab had been cleaned up for the day. She had really seemed to like him, and Michael had also enjoyed her warm feminine company. And now she had done this to him.
"Well, I mean, do you still want to lose you virginity?" Jimmy asked, puffing aggressively on his cigarette.
"Of course I do," said Michael questioningly.
"And how do you feel about the lady doctor now?"
"I'd like to...." he sputtered.
"Like to what?" asked Jimmy. Michigan thought about it for a minute and then said, "I'd like to strip her off naked in front of the whole school. I'd like to get her fired. Man, I can't believe she did that to me. That wasn't even a human thing to do."
The older boy smiled knowingly. "Don't you know why she did it?"
"Huh?"
"She was jealous!"
Michael shook his head in disbelief. "Jimmy, that's pure bullshit. Sometimes I can't believe how you think. She's probably going to the principal's office right now."
"Man, don't tell me it's bullshit. I know about these things and you don't."
"Then I'll probably get expelled," Michael continued, "and my parents will be pissed off, and I'll have to go to some stupid public school back home next year."
"I'll tell you one thing," said Jimmy Wilson. "If she doesn't report you, then it'll prove me right. And all your problems will be over. If she doesn't report you, I bet you anything you can probably screw her!"
"Are you out of your mind? After the way she stopped me today, she isn't ever going to let me screw her!"
"Dr. Ward is a woman, Michael. She looks good and you know it. And a woman like that, out here in the boondocks all by herself, is going to need some screwing for sure."
Jimmy Wilson paused for a moment and leaned forward toward his younger friend. "If she doesn't report you by tomorrow, I'll tell you what to do next."
CHAPTER TWO
Mary Ward kicked off her shoes as she entered the door of her little brick bungalow. Several miles of bicycling had not made her weary at all. The lewdly shocking event she had barely been able to prevent today had stimulated her nerves to a high pitch, and she felt upset and nervous. She decided to take a nice warm shower to try to calm down.
In a few moments, she was standing naked in front of the full-length mirror in her bathroom, staring at the voluptuously inviting curves of her young body. The young woman turned slowly to gaze at her profile. Her proudly uplifted breasts were swelled out sharply above her trim little waist, standing up full and sensuous in defiance of gravity, voluptuous and almost perfectly symmetrical. Mary was proud of the fact that she didn't need to wear a brassiere to hold them upright whenever she got up her nerves to go without one.
Then her eyes dropped down her body, following the inviting curves of her hips. Her hours of bicycling in the beautiful hills surrounding Lexingville had really paid off. Her body was more beautiful than it had ever been, maturing and firming a figure that was in its prime of young adulthood.
Still, Mary Ward felt terrible. The lewdly shocking scene of this evening under the grape arbor hovered in her mind's eye, a haunting vision she was not able to get rid of. She could not believe that a boy of Michael's sensitivity and intelligence, so devoted to his studies, would involve himself in such action. And worse yet, that a girl like Tracy would permit her body to be so lasciviously used, that she would tempt and corrupt an innocent youngster like Michael, was even more appalling.
Yet the most disturbing thing of all had been Mary's own reaction to the sight of the pair under the grape arbor. After all, even if she did have a certain moral responsibility to the students here, her job was that of school doctor, not the guardian of the students' virtues. And yet, when she had seen Michael and Tracy ducking under the sheltering vines at the end of the gymnasium building, she'd forgotten everything. She had acted without thought, in a manner that was, in its sheer impulsiveness, completely irrational. And when she had peered into the dark, overgrown arbor to see the young bodieslying prone and so close together on the leafy ground, she had taken no time to evaluate the effects of her action. She had been compelled to stop them. It had been a reflex, a knowledge sure and swift that she just couldn't let Michael do it. She couldn't let her favorite pupil have sex with that promiscuous girl, and what worried Mary Ward now was that she didn't know why she had acted as she had. Was it out of concern for Michael and Tracy? Or were her motives selfish?
Mary sighed softly, then pulled a towel from the rack on the wall and began drying herself off slowly. She turned again slowly to examine her naked body in the mirror.
Her breasts were a soft white with large rose-colored nipples, a sharp line of contrasting hues defining the area that had been covered by her bikini top last summer. She watched breathlessly as the cool air of the bathroom caused her nipples to swell visibly to a tingling hardness, and the naked woman could not resist the temptation to lift her arms to brush her hair back off her face, and thereby further arch the voluptuously rounded mounds of her breasts. Mary couldn't remember when she had felt so acutely aware of her own body, of her sexuality; somehow that awareness seemed inexplicably related to what had happened this afternoon.
After another moment's hesitation, the sensuous blonde turned away from the mirror, snapped off the bathroom light, and walked into the bedroom. Letting her towel fall past her tightly rounded buttocks and down the long length of her silken thighs, she slipped naked between the sheets of her bed. She reached up to flick off the lamp on the night stand beside the bed, then hesitated, left it on, and dropped her arm back down to the mattress. She stared silently at the ceiling for a moment, then lowered her eyes to gaze again down the outline of her sensuously curved body, vividly revealed beneath the thin sheet that covered it. She was wide awake, her body taut with the gnawing sensation that had haunted her through the day and evening, and she couldn't prevent her mind from racing back over the lurid episode under the grape arbor vines.
Even now Mary almost gasped at the recollection of the sight of those two naked young bodies stretched out in lascivious display on the soft leafy ground in the sheltering shadows of the vines. She was almost certain that Michael was a virgin. The studious young boy was notoriously shy around girls. And Mary knew his friend Jimmy Wilson must have made the arrangements for him to have sexual intercourse with Tracy. And, thanks to me, Michael's still a virgin!
Mary wondered if he would ever forgive her for what she had done today, and she could not help but fear that her intercession, however noble her motives might have been, would only do him damage. At least she had not reported the incident to the principal of the school. But then that perturbed her, and only shed further doubt on her real reasons for interrupting Michael before the act of Coitus could be completed.
Almost without thinking Mary trailed her hands slowly down the outside of the sheet to rub lightly over the protruding little points of her nipples, the friction of the material on the sensitive buds causing them to perk to greater and more visible rigidity. A spontaneous little moan rose in her throat as her hand trailed lower down the smooth sensuous flesh of her belly, and a silent battle waged in her mind as she tried to fight down the even more shocking recollection of the sight that had followed her interruption. She didn't want to remember, but she couldn't help herself. Even now, Michael's frightened and embarrassed eyes floated before her; she could see his trembling arms and legs and hard little penis as he scrambled back into his clothes and ran off down the brick path toward the dormitory building.
As soon as Mary had said No, Michael. Stop! Don't do it! the sound of her own voice had seemed to ring in her ears. Michael had almost jumped in the air in his effort to disengage himself from the naked, writhing body of the older girl. He had landed flat on his back, and for the briefest instant, before he had been able to grab his trousers, his naked young body had been completely exposed to Mary Ward's shocked gaze.
In a sudden impulsive gesture Mary kicked the sheet off her nakedly curved body, and gazed through narrowed eyes over the sensuous lines of her voluptuously contoured flesh. Her breathing had hastened, and her breasts rose and fell visibly with each strained gust. Her thighs seemed on fire, her naked flesh burning with unfulfilled sensation. I must be hysterical, Mary thought with disbelief. She realized that she had not had sexual intercourse for over six months-since the last night she had spent with her fiance, a medical student like herself, just before she had broken off their engagement. From a logical, medical point of view, she knew that it had not been natural for her to go on long without any means of sexual fulfillment. But somehow Mary had been unable to think in terms of satisfying her own natural sexual appetites. In fact, she had remained a virgin almost all the way through medical school. She never allowed the wilder life that her fellow students were leading to influence her, and until she became engaged she never had sex with any man, until finally she had allowed her fiance to seduce her.
Still not wholly aware of what she was doing, Mary moved her hands back up to squeeze and fondle the vibrantly aroused mounds of her breasts, tweaking the hard little nipple buds to even greater rigidity. Then, another whimper arising in her throat, she let her fingers glide lightly back down over the smooth flat plane of her belly and into the softly curling blonde strands of pubic hair nestled so invitingly between her satin soft thighs.
Arching her hips in a sensuous movement, Mary pushed her hand daringly lower, gasping aloud at the first titillating contact of her finger over the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Then, as she began to work the finger slowly up and down over the little tingling bud, her whole longing shooting out suddenly from her throbbing clitoris to saturate deeply into her belly and over the rest of her tortured flesh. For a moment longer, she continued to tweak and tease the little clitoral bud, almost closing her eyes, breathing in deep strained gasps as little spontaneous shudders of delight darted over her nakedly tingling skin. With a groan of frustration she drew her hand reluctantly away, resisting the temptation for a short moment which, in her present state of excitement, seemed like an eternity. But she had been through so much, too much strain, frustration and worry. She had denied herself too long, and after what she had seen today, her whole body was demanding release no matter what she had to do to obtain it.
With a sob of despair, Mary dropped her hand back between her naked thighs, her fingers playing gently over the goose bumped skin of her belly, venturing once again down through the curling strands of pubic hair nestled between her thighs. Then an even more powerful shudder came over the blonde doctor as she touched the pulsating slit of her already moistened pussy. She moaned aloud at the sudden and even more titillating contact, her buttocks jerking as she carefully parted her hair-fringed cunt-lips, and spread the profusely flowing moisture slowly up and down the length of her tingling vagina. Then Mary carefully pulled her moistened pussy lips apart, and began to probe teasingly up into the tightness of her vaginal flesh, while at the same time running her thumb over the sensitive little bud of her clitoris that nestled so invitingly at the top of the throbbing curl-fringed cuntal furrow.
Doctor Mary Ward was going to fingerfuck herself! She hadn't done that in over two years! She hadn't done it since she had finally yielded and given up her virginity to the man she thought at the time she would marry. And it seemed almost too obscene for words that-at the age of thirty-six, as she was in the prime of her womanhood-she should regress to this obscene practice. But what else could she do? As a doctor, she knew that her whole body was crying out with need. Her desire, which for these past several months had lain dormant within her, had found focus this afternoon as she was confronted with the forbidden yet arousing sight of the naked fourteen year old boy. She had to have some kind of relief.
At last, with a distant-sounding moan, Mary surrendered completely to her obscene lust, beginning a lewdly writhing undulation of her buttocks as she started to slither her finger in smooth even strokes in and out between the tightly caressing lips of her cunt.
A stream of moans and pleadings issued from Mary's throat as she began to finger herself in earnest. Her eyes were tightly shut now, her teeth gritted from the strain, as she began to thrash and toss her body in wild contortions of uncontrolled passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips, and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of her hotly trembling pussy, her thumb working with a maddening effect over the throbbing little bud of her clitoris.
The young woman's face was shining, flushed red with lust, as she strained and groaned in frustration and need. Worming her finger up into the warm quivering slit of her cunt, she tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long dark hair whipping softly over the nakedness of her shoulders as she further intensified the obscene finger fucking rhythm up between her widespread thighs.
The woman doctor lifted her head, gazing deliriously down between the trembling swells of her breasts at the shocking sight of her nakedly undulating body. She squirmed without restraint, responding feverishly to the obscene motions of her fingers moving in and out so swiftly between the soft haired lips of her cuntal slit. Yet, shocked as she was, the lust-abandoned blonde couldn't completely quell the lewd thrill prompted in her by the sight of her own lascivious finger sluicing wetly in and out of her naked cunt. She seemed to derive a perverse excitement from the very depravity of the act, and she was determined to go through with it. She didn't care any more. She was going to obtain the release from the devastating need that consumed her, no matter what degraded acts she had to inflict upon her own helplessly surrendered body to do so.
After a moment, Mary's head dropped back to the pillow. She gasped and moaned as she began to strain even more desperately for the still distant relief, her pelvis thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of her fingers into the quivering flesh of her cunt, the lips of her vagina flowering open to give her even greater access to the warmly yielding pinkness. At the same time, she continued and intensified the maddening strokes of her thumb over the twitching little bud of her clitoris, the obscene titillation almost driving her insane with the lewdly rising passion that surged up from her womb and into her voluptuously squirming breasts.
Gradually the doctor had let the temptation which had been nagging at her for the last few minutes take full control of her. She reached with one of her hands to the fully swollen mounds of her breasts, her fingers frenziedly working over the throbbing tips of her nipples. With her other hand she continued to spread the copiously flowing slick moisture up and down the trembling slit of her cunt, her body bucking from the hotly stabbing sensation as her finger fucked deeper and deeper up into her hungrily clasping vaginal flesh. And now that she had ceased her mental resistance to the depraved act, she let the lurid vision of what she had seen this afternoon return in clear and shocking focus in her mind's eye. Somehow the sight of little Michael Brown, who had looked so pathetic in his nakedness and shame, aroused her beyond almost anything she'd ever seen in her life. The instinct to which it appealed must have been motherly as much as sexual, yet the raw intensity of that emotion only further heightened her prurient response, and she knew finally that it was the physical need which had prompted her angry and irrational action this afternoon.
Now Mary was completely engulfed by the all-consuming lust which had been hewn to a peak with the tantalizing caresses between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, bending her knees to expose the tingling slit of her pussy even more defenselessly to the obscene thrusting of her middle finger up into the warm quivering cunt flesh, while she continued and intensified the swift stroking of her thumb across the excitedly rising little bud of her clitoris.
Forgetting everything, Mary mewled and whimpered without restraint from the surging lust that coursed over every inch of her naked flesh. She wiggled her finger furiously from side to side to probe into the most sensitive areas of her hot inner vaginal flesh, and her thumb squashed down hard on her little clitoral nipple, causing flashes of overpowering delight to surge through her body. Like some perfectly functioning machine, the female Doctor arched her buttocks up off the bed and scissored her naked thighs open and closed in a flurry of shameless arousal. She had reached the point of no return and there was no way to stop until she found the release she so desperately needed. With a deep animal groan of abandoned lust she began to writhe and toss without control on the bed, her finger working all the way to the last knuckle up into the softly yielding flesh of her pussy. A torrent of moans and whimpers and distant hissing sounds issued from her throat, and again her eyes clamped tightly shut, her teeth grinding in animal fashion as she strained for the now imminent release.
For a few moments longer Mary lingered in the terrible purgatory of unfulfillment. Then suddenly her whole body tensed. She shuddered, fucking her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of the hotly burning softness of her cunt, deep groans rising urgently to her lips. Then in a sudden whiplash motion, her naked body uncoiled, her legs closing tightly about the hand that invaded her private pussy flesh as she felt the rising tide begin to swell from deep in her belly.
It was going to happen! The doctor couldn't have stopped it now even if she wanted to. She was going to cum and there was no escape. Then an even more obscene spasm of delight she ok her lushly ripened body, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise swelling in her loins.
She moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her finger completely out of the quivering vaginal flesh, and concentrating totally on the rapid stroking of her thumb over the now lewdly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Then she moaned even louder and rammed her middle finger savagely back into the convulsing wet flesh of her tightly clenching cunt.
Mary's breasts heaved with her strained and hastened breathing, her naked buttocks jerked in a frenzy up and down on the mattress as the trembling far up inside her womb suddenly surfaced in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breath-taking wave of sensation that surged through every inch of her wildly trembling flesh. She continued the frantic finger-fucking in and out of her feverishly clasping little pussy, her breath rasping in short strained gasps as she groaned in the delirium of her pleasure, and wallowed through the obscene and depraved bliss as the lightning-like sensations jolted through her body. The young woman had almost forgotten what cumming felt like, and she almost passed out from the mind-blowing sensation.
Finally Mary's buttocks sank in exhaustion down on the bed, and she dropped her head back to the pillow, gasping to catch her breath. Absently she reached down for the sheet and pulled it up over her naked body. For a few moments longer the little spasms of excitement continued to course through her loins, and she left her hand resting limply on the sensitive and sated flesh between her thighs. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, almost drifted into sleep.
She groaned hopelessly and opened her eyes, drawing her hands away, her heart pounding with guilt and fear.
What was happening to her? She had fingerfucked herself! The obscene realization that, at age thirty-six, with all her medical knowledge and experience, she'd succumbed to the temptation to finger herself to cumming. And, depraved as that act was, she was even more disturbed by the image which had caused her to do it.
That image, the vision which had caused the final temptation which she had been totally unable to overcome, had been the sight under the grape arbor that very afternoon of her favorite pupil, little Michael Brown, lying naked in the vine-shaded semi-darkness, while standing proudly up in rigid exposure from his thinly haired loins was the inescapable virility of his hotly throbbing little boy cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Michael Brown threw his books dejectedly into his locker, then slammed the door shut and began walking unhappily down the hall.
"You aren't nervous, are you?" said Jimmy Wilson, picking up his stride to walk next to the younger boy.
"It's worse than that," said Michael. "I don't know if I can go through with all this. I'm afraid she'll report after today." She didn't report you for the other day, did she? I tell you, man, it's going to work. If she reports you after today, it'll be too late. She'll look even worse than you do."
"But I still don't think I can do it," said the younger boy. "It's just too far out to work."
"You can do it. It will work. Only you got to hurry over there now and have a few minutes ahead of time to get it up good and hard before she comes in," said Jimmy Wilson.
Michael let the noisy humdrum of the other students filling the hall block out his thoughts for a few instants. Then he shrugged and began to speed up his gait. "All right. Here goes."
Trying to let Jimmy's confident attitude reassure his mind, the brown-haired youngster turned and strode quickly to the end of the hall and out the exit door.
It was a hot sunny day and Michael relaxed a bit in the sunlight as he crossed the green lawn of the campus toward the infirmary. He still couldn't imagine Jimmy's plan working. He couldn't even imagine himself going through with it, but he didn't know how to say no to his older friend. Michael didn't think he could stand life at Lexingville School with the respect of Jimmy Wilson and the rest of the boys. After everything Jimmy had done, fixing him up with Tracy Jones so he could get his first piece of pussy, he couldn't say no to another one of Jimmy's plans. But it was absurd. It was just absurd. Doctor Ward would never go for it.
Before he was really prepared for it, Michael found himself at the door of the infirmary building. He hesitated for a moment, gazing up hopelessly at the unyielding brick building with its lush covering of ivy leaves. It took only another moment for him to push open the door with a sigh of resignation and mount the stairs leading up to the empty ward rooms on the second floor. Fortunately, there were no ill students in any of the wards, so at least there would be privacy.
The young boy reached the end of the hall and opened the door, stepping into a small two-bed ward. The room was sparsely furnished with only the twin hospital beds, the night stands between them, a couple of straight backed chairs, and a medical supply cabinet. Sunlight filtered into the room between the blinds. He paused to let his eyes adjust to the light, then walked over to the cabinet, opened the door, and removed a drinking glass. He took the glass over to the bed nearest the door, and set it on the small night stand beside it. Then he got onto the bed, propped two pillows up against the aluminum bedstead, and reclined back against them in a half sitting position, his legs extended straight out before him.
Again he hesitated. Even in his solitude, it took almost all the courage the youth could muster to get up the nerve to reach down and unzip his trousers in the little ward room. With a trembling hand, he removed his small limp penis from his fly and stared down at it shamefully for a moment. He consulted his watch, noted that it was less than five minutes before Doctor Ward's usual arrival in the infirmary for the afternoon. Slowly he began to stroke the limp and flaccid flesh of his soft little cock.
Under ordinary circumstances, Michael never had any problem achieving an erection. In fact, it seemed that for the last few months he spent most of his waking hours with a hard on. And though he knew masturbation was a sin, and that in some cases he'd heard discussed it had caused pimples and loss of hearing, the practice had almost become a regular habit with Michael. But jacking off in the bathroom or alone in his own room was one thing. Doing it here in the infirmary with the school doctor due to arrive at any minute, he wasn't even sure if he could get an erection.
Michael must have continued to stroke and fondle his limp penis for a good two minutes before it finally did begin to respond. He tried to force the awareness of his motivation out of his mind, and concentrate totally on the way he had felt those last few seconds when he lay naked between Tracy Jones' widely parted young thighs, her soft-haired little cunt completely exposed to his gaze, the nub end of his rigid cock stroking right up against her little, pinkly glistening pussy slit. At last it began to work. He felt a little twitch, and the flaccid flesh gradually transformed, the limp maleness gradually growing until it loomed up into fully throbbing rigidity.
Michael let his mind wander freely now. He conjured up a vision of Tracy Jones, lying naked beneath him on the soft leafy ground, her arms crossed above her head to arch and define her ripely-formed young breasts. He'd kissed one of the nipples at her urging, and he could still remember the way the perforated pink flesh had swelled to its own hardness between his lips. The teenager could remember the fresh smell of her young body, the feel of her warm thighs clamped tightly against his hips as he'd been on the verge of fucking her, and he knew instinctively there could be no experience in the world to compare with having a guy's cock in a girl's hot little cunt. But it seemed it would just never happen, not to him, not ever.
Michael had almost forgotten the reason for his masturbation when he heard the faint sound of the door opening at the other end of the infirmary, followed by the clacking of Doctor Ward's shoe nails on the floor. He stiffened, a rush of adrenalin causing him to almost lose his breath, and stared down in virtual disbelief at the sight of his rigidly throbbing, blood-engorged penis thrust up in fully pulsing erection between the fingers that were now swiftly manipulating the flesh up and down off the rubbery head. A little droplet of seminal fluid leaked out the glans at the tip and glistened obscenely, and as he slackened the movements of his fingers, he felt an annoying stab of frustration in his testicles and realized almost incredulously that, if Doctor Ward were not arriving within a few seconds, he would have forgotten all about her and gone ahead and shot off.
But that wasn't his purpose for being in the infirmary, and Michael knew that in order to keep from being the laughing stock of the school, he had to act now. In a sudden motion he reached over to the stand beside the bed and pushed the glass off. It shattered noisily on the floor, and with a deep nervous gasp Michael returned his hand to the rigidly swollen shaft of his cock and began to stroke up and down in even swifter, more frenzied movements. He closed his eyes, forcing himself in spite of all his fear to concentrate on the lewdly titillating memory of Tracy Jones' naked young pussy, persisting even as he heard the female doctor's footsteps grow louder as she came down the hall toward the infirmary.
Michael was grunting and groaning as if completely engulfed in his lust, his hands still working rapidly up and down along the hard throbbing shaft of his cock, when the door was opened, and he heard Doctor Mary Ward's shocked gasp.
* * *
There was a long, indefinable moment of terrible silence. Mary could not believe her eyes. Now she was not even breathing, and the sound of the feverish workings of Michael's hand had stopped, as had his own sensual groans. The young boy's face was blank and white, his blue eyes staring back at her in shocked surprise. And she couldn't speak. She couldn't move. And worst of all, she couldn't take her eyes off the naked little cock, standing up in lewdly erected exposure before her, just as it had a few days before when she had caught the boy among the curling grape vines at the end of the gymnasium building with the tenth grade girl.
The motionless doctor could not say a word. And Michael was every bit as stunned as she was. He looked almost as devastated as he had when Doctor Mary had found him on the verge of consummating the act of sexual intercourse with the wanton little tenth grade girl. Mary could not help drawing an unconscious parallel in her mind between that moment and this. Then somehow she managed to wrench her eyes away from the enthralling shaft of the little boy's naked penis, glanced down at the floor where the pieces of broken glass were strewn, and realized that in his excitement he must have knocked that off the bed stand and made the racket which had attracted her to come here and investigate. And finally, her lips quivering as she tried to find the words to speak, she lifted her eyes again to Michael, who was still unmoved as a statue.
"Michael? Michael ... I don't ... understand!"
Except for his tongue which flicked quickly from his mouth to moisten his lips, the frightened youth remained completely motionless for a moment longer. He'd never felt so stupid or ashamed in his whole life. This was even worse than he had expected, and he didn't know anything in the world he could say to make it right. And this was entirely different from what had happened when she had caught him the other day. At least, wrong as what he had been doing then might have been, the act of sexual intercourse wasn't anything for a man, or a boy, to be ashamed of. But to have the school doctor see him beating his meat, to have her believe that he was some kind of sex pervert, was more than Michael could stand. He'd liked Doctor Ward very much, and even if he was mad at her, he didn't want her to think that of him. Damn that Jimmy Wilson anyway. Michael knew he never should have let Jimmy talk him into this. But now it was too late. He'd already done it.
"Michael? Please. Tell me...."
"I couldn't help it...." Michael said at last, casting his eyes downward. Unconsciously he stiffened, and the motion caused his still fully erect young cock to jerk with a lewd little springing motion. As it did so, he heard the school doctor gasp, only further intensifying his shame. His penis was still erect, and for some reason it wouldn't go down. And Michael was so frightened now that he couldn't even bring himself to put it back in his trousers.
"But Michael? Why did you have to come in here to do ... that?"
Michael bit his lips. "I ... I don't know what to say, Doctor Ward." The teenager looked sheepishly back at the school doctor, his eyes unconsciously drifting down the length of her shapely body. She was really a good looking woman. Her breasts must have been at least twice as big as Tracy's, but perfectly proportioned. Her waist was slender, her stomach flat. Her hips flared out in perfectly inviting half-moons, and her thighs were long, teasingly outlined in the firmly clinging material of her white uniform.
Then the youth looked back at her face, strained with shock, and shook his head. He felt dizzy, as if the bed were floating beneath him, as though a wave passed through his brain. Then, to his astonishment, the words he'd so self-consciously rehearsed in his mind earlier this morning under Jimmy's tutelage began to flow smoothly from his lips.
"I was just desperate, I guess. I didn't know what else to do, or where else to go. I couldn't help myself. I got started thinking about ... about Tracy, and I got so ... so ... horny."
Mary felt a lump rise in her throat. She could not help but recall that she had committed the same obscene act of fingering her vagina the other night after her discovery of Michael and Tracy. And she realized that for her, a mature woman, the act was much more perverse than it was for a boy of Michael's age. In fact, masturbation for a boy of Michael's age was even natural. She knew that well enough through her medical training, but she still could not rationalize the fact in her mind. There was something about it, the sight of his naked young penis sticking so rigidly from the fly of his trousers, that was lewd and shocking, yet at the same time compelling. She could hardly control her own excitement, but she just couldn't imagine Michael doing such a thing. But at the same time she couldn't escape the realization that if it hadn't been for her intercession the other afternoon, he probably wouldn't have had to do what he was doing now.
"And I guess that's my fault?" she asked in a low voice, again forcing herself to avert her eyes from the still obscenely exposed erection of Michael's young cock.
"No, Doctor Ward, it's not your fault," Michael said softly. "Well ... it isn't and in a way it is."
"Michael, you realize there was no other way I could act the other day. I couldn't help what happened. You understand, don't you?"
The youth nodded. "Yes ma'am. I guess I do. But....what else could I do? It got so bad, honest, that I couldn't even afford to stand up when the bell rang at the end of English class."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean ... I had such a terrible hard on, and it was showing."
Michael noted with a tiny, secret twinge of satisfaction that a crimson flush had swept over the doctor's face as he had made that remark, and he couldn't help but see that as he said it she had glanced back again at his still revealed, still fully throbbing cock. Michael thought it must surely be mere wishful thinking on his own part, but if he had known better he would have thought Doctor Ward was actually excited by the sight of it. Looking back, he had to admit he'd noted a hint of that kind of excitement the other day when she'd seen him completely naked under the shaded grape arbor. But Michael couldn't imagine why a woman as good-looking and sophisticated as Dr. Ward would be interested in a kid like himself. Jimmy Wilson had said it was possible, though Michael just thought that it was too good to be true. But if there was the slightest possibility of Jimmy's plan working, Michael knew that he might as well try his best. After all, at this point he had nothing to lose.
The youth wet his lips again, and once more flexed the still fully erect shaft of his cock, again causing it to jerk upward in a springing motion. This time Doctor Ward visibly winced, and Michael could see that it was with the greatest amount of effort she forced herself to look away.
"I guess you had no choice but to do what you did the other day, Dr. Ward," he began hesitantly. "I'm so grateful that you didn't report us to the principal, ma'am. But you left me in a terrible situation. You know, except for a few of the real social retards, I'm the only boy in the freshman class who hasn't had a piece of ... hasn't had ... uh ... sex." He paused, casting his eyes forlornly downward. "Now I guess I never will."
"That's not true, Michael," Mary said almost too quickly. "I mean ... someday when you're grown up I'm sure you will have a wife and kids and everything."
"But that's a long way away," Michael said. "I can't even imagine ever being grown up. And anyway, who even knows for sure they will grow up in this day and age? And boys do want sex."
"Of course they want sex," Mary said. "That's because you're an adolescent. But that doesn't mean you have to ... have it."
"Why not?"
"Because...." Mary's voice trailed off. Her head was spinning, and she couldn't even think of a logical answer to that question right now. She couldn't think of anything. Everything was a jumble in her mind, and she couldn't keep her eyes off the teenager's virile young penis. She just wished he'd put it back in his trousers.
"And now it's even worse," Michael said.
"What?"
"I'm even ... hornier than I was before. I thought I could come in here and finish before you came back. And I was almost finished when you came in. Now it's even worse. How will I be able to go to my classes?"
The doctor caught her breath as an obscene realization flashed through her mind. It was almost too lurid for words, but she knew she had to say it. In spite of her emotional revulsion at the mere suggestion of such a thing, she knew it would be the voice of logic and maturity speaking. "All right, Michael. You'd better go ahead now and finish. I'll go back to the reception room and wait there, and I won't let anybody in."
"I can't," Michael said, staring down at the floor and shaking his head solemnly. "I just can't. You must know that getting caught doing this is the most embarrassing thing that can happen to a guy, and I just can't go on with it now that you know I'm doing it. I guess you'll lose all your respect for me."
"That's not true, Michael," Mary said. "I'm a doctor. I understand this sort of thing. I was just a little surprised when I first saw you."
"I don't care," said Michael. "I just can't do it." Then he lifted his eyes slowly. He could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest, and he was so scared he could hardly even speak. But he had to try. He had come this far. There was no reason to back out now. "Unless...."
Mary looked sharply back at the young boy, who was now watching her with an almost sheepish smile. "Unless what?" she asked.
Michael swallowed hard. "Unless you help me?"
Mary could hardly believe she'd heard right. The words had been clear enough, but she thought Michael must have meant something entirely different, something that eluded her. He just couldn't be serious. He wouldn't have the gall to ask her, the school doctor, to do something like that.
"What do you mean?"
"I've heard some of the boys talking, and they say it feels a whole lot better if a girl does it for you. You know, jacks you off. And the other day when Tracy touched me, her hand felt twice as good as mine when I touch myself."
Mary's mouth dropped open as the shocking truth of Michael's meaning crept into her consciousness. It was too obscene to even dream of, but he was serious. She could tell from the look on his face that though he was embarrassed and afraid, he was still serious in his lewdly degrading suggestion.
He wanted her to assist him in masturbating!
"I can't believe you said that, Michael. I can't believe you think I'm the kind of woman who would do something like that."
"But I didn't mean anything bad about it, Doctor Ward. I just ... I guess it was selfish of me to ask you. But ... everybody in the whole school is laughing at me for what happened the other day. They call me your "pet".
"They know? They know what happened?"
"I guess Tracy told one of her girlfriends and she told somebody else," Michael said. "We both thought you would report us to the principal, anyway, so I guess Tracy didn't think it would make any difference."
"That little bitch!" Mary hissed. "I'm sorry. But that's the way I feel about her. I didn't report you to the principal because I didn't think it would be in your best interest to be expelled from school. You can just tell Tracy that if word of that incident does reach the superintendent, I'll skin her alive. Now that's all. If you want a few more minutes of privacy here you're welcome to it."
Michael's heart sank as he watched the voluptuous school doctor turn to leave. The plan had failed just as he knew it would. He should have known it was crazy to even try.
Then, to his surprise, Dr. Ward hesitated and looked back.
"Michael, I'm sorry."
Michael caught his breath. He saw the school doctor's eyes descend again toward his loins and the still partially rigid shaft of his cock. And her strained expression convinced him that he should give it one last try.
"Then ... please ... Dr. Ward ... please ... help me."
It was insane. Mary had never considered an idea so threatening. It was dangerous enough that she had failed to report the fact that she'd found two students of the opposite sex frolicking nakedly together in the bushes. But if word ever got out around the school that she had gone so far as to assist one of the boy freshmen students in the dangerous-to her-act of masturbation, she would never be able to live it down. But she couldn't see how she could refuse. After all, it was her fault that Michael hadn't lost his virginity the other day. The blonde doctor knew that first-time sex was one of the most trying ordeals in a young man's life, and thanks to her untimely intervention, Michael still had it before him, instead of behind him. Times were changing, and she had to admit that it was not even extraordinary in this permissive age for a young man to lose his virginity at fourteen. She had probably acted unwisely in interrupting Michael and Tracy, however lurid it might have seemed then.
Yet, beyond all her rationalizations, there seemed in her current confused state of consciousness, to be an even more compelling reason for her to do what Michael had asked her. In spite of everything, she knew now that she actually, in some little understood part of her being, wanted to do it. She could hardly control her breathing, or the furious pounding of her heart, as she let her gaze wander back to the smooth little penis standing up so rigidly between his thighs. She did want to touch it. She could imagine the warm resilient feel of it in her hand. She could imagine little Michael groaning in mingled embarrassment and ecstasy as she performed the manipulations that led him to the release that he must need just as badly as she needed her own several nights ago. And she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill swelling in her own breasts at the thought of caressing him.
"Please, Dr. Ward. I need your help. I need it."
Mary sucked her breath in hoarsely, staring at the cute young boy through narrowed eyes. She had never seen such a look of desperate pleading on anyone's face in her life, and her heart went out to him. Only now was it beginning to dawn on her how truly devastating an effect her discovering him here in the act of masturbation might have upon him, and she was beginning to realize that somehow she did have to help him rebuild his self-confidence. And if it were by that method, by assisting him in attaining his release by the act of masturbation, then what harm could it do to her? She was a doctor. She did know the facts of life. What harm could it do to her if she lent him a hand? But even then she hesitated for an extended moment before she nodded her head and slowly started back into the room.
"All right, Michael. I'll help you. Just promise me, promise me, you'll never tell anyone about it."
"Oh, I promise, Dr. Ward! I really promise. I'll never tell anyone."
Her breath coming in even more audible gasps, Mary Ward walked over to the bed. She saw the look of hope that lit up in Michael's blue eyes, and despite all of her own apprehension of what she was about to do, she couldn't quell her warm response to that rewarding sight. As difficult as it was for her to admit it, she realized now that she had been wrong in stopping him the other day when he had been about to have sex with Tracy. And she just hoped she could do something to make up for that.
Mary sat down on the edge of the little bed, watching Michael with a sultry gaze. A soft whimper rose in her throat, and she reached toward the young teenage boy's nakedly inviting little penis, which had begun to surge toward a renewed erection even before the initial touch.
"Oh, Dr. Ward!" Michael gasped, his whole body twitching spontaneously as he felt the school doctor's fingertips close warmly about the throbbing shaft of his cock. "That feels so good!"
Mary smiled from her own embarrassment, trying to hide the excitement she felt at finally touching the virilely pulsating penis that had so unnaturally obsessed her for the last couple of days.
Michael groaned. He still felt really silly having the school doctor do this to him. But now he did have the faintest hope that the scheme Jimmy Wilson had conceived might actually work. And the next step in the plan was Michael's own idea, an elaboration which would be difficult, but which, if he could pull it off, just might work.
Mary was in a state of mindless excitement as she began a rhythmic up and down stroking motion of her hand on the boy's slender rod of hardened flesh. She had never dreamed of doing anything like this in her life; nor had she imagined what her own response would be. The feel of Michael's warm young penis, which had been so much a part of her thoughts ever since she had seen him naked, was almost driving her out of her mind. Her body was responding beyond all her wishes, her flesh tingling with unwanted passion that surged up in her thighs despite all her attempts at control. And the fact that by doing this she was making a sacrifice to make amends for what she had caused Michael to be denied that fateful afternoon, added an emotional factor that only further intensified her physical arousal. She closed her eyes, a little moan of hunger rising in her throat, and began to work her hand up and down even faster. She could feel the boy's body jerking and shuddering beneath her salacious caresses, and she sensed it wouldn't be long until he reached the climax he had apparently been approaching even before her return to the infirmary had cut him short.
Then she heard a groan escape from the young boy's lips and felt his hips sag back down into the softness of the mattress. And the groan was followed by a sigh that caused her to open her eyes to look up at his face. Mary could hardly face the sight that greeted her.
She had expected an expression of unbridled lust and passion. Instead, Michael looked as if he were about to cry. She couldn't understand it. She couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. Though she had never actually done this for anyone before, she had on occasion caressed her fiance's penis. And it seemed only logical that what had excited him would excite this innocent youth all the more.
"Michael? What's wrong?"
The boy shook his head forlornly. At last Mary ceased the motions of her hand and let it lie motionless on the hotly throbbing shaft of his penis. Desperately, she gazed up at his face.
"It's no good," said Michael.
"But why?"
"It's not your fault, Dr. Ward," he said sadly. "I just can't help it. I still feel bad, and it embarrasses me for you to see me like this."
"But Michael...."
"And I'm going to shoot off in a minute. I can't help myself, and I don't want you to see that."
"But Michael. That's why I'm doing this, I want you to ... shoot off. I do.
Honestly."
"I can't do it, Dr. Ward. It's so ... messy." Michael could hardly bring himself to make his next statement. Jesus, what Dr. Ward had been doing for him had felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his life. She seemed to know just how to do it. And the way he felt right now he wouldn't have hesitated in the least to cum right here in plain sight. But he knew that he would be taking the easy way out. Jimmy Wilson's plan had worked perfectly so far, and he could see Dr. Ward was really getting excited from jacking him off. And he had to try to make her go all the way. "No, Dr. Ward," he said finally in a quavering voice. "You'd better stop."
"No, Michael," Mary pleaded. "Come on. Let yourself cum in my hand. I don't mind."
The conniving teenager flinched as Dr. Ward resumed the up and down stroking of her hand along the now wildly tingling shaft of his penis. "No, Dr. Ward. Please. Please stop."
Again Mary slackened the movement of her hand, looking at the cute and troubled boy in desperation. Then she almost collapsed at his next shocking statement.
"But maybe ... maybe if you would lay on top of me or something and make me do it that way?"
"Michael!" Mary said sharply. "You're just trying to trick me!" It was all a trick!
Belatedly she drew her hand away.
Then she could hardly believe it when Michael reached up and began to rub his eyes. When he took his hand away from his face again his beautiful blue eyes were watering. Tears! He was crying! And it must have been that which prompted the next even more lascivious and devastating thought that entered her mind. Later, Mary would not even know where the idea had come from. It was a concept completely alien to her, and she would never have dreamed that she would have done that for any man. Yet the idea came to her, and once it was embedded in her mind she couldn't escape from it. For as degrading as it was, from Michael's viewpoint it was perfect. He would get the satisfaction he wanted without the embarrassment inherent in allowing her to make him cum, cum with her hand. It would redeem his wounded ego as nothing else possibly could have. And it would be her opportunity to make up for the wrong she had done him the other day, to sacrifice herself without hope of reward solely for his sexual pleasure.
"Please, Dr. Ward. I'm sorry."
Mary closed her eyes. "No, Michael, it's all right. I'm going to do something else for you. Just try to understand, try not to think I'm a ... whore. I've never done anything like this for any man. But I want to do it for you."
Mary felt a lewd little quiver of masochistic excitement flow through her own body as she once again entwined her fingers around the rigid flesh of his cock, bending it backward until it pointed straight up into the air. A little drop of seminal fluid glistened on the tiny plum-colored glans at the tip, beckoning her; and she knew, insane as the act she'd conceived might be, that she wasn't going to back out. She was going to do it. She was going to do it for dear little Michael. She would deal with her own shame later.
Michael groaned, staring down in wide-eyed shock as Dr. Ward shifted about on the little bed and bent slowly over his loins. He thought his eyes must be deceiving him. Jimmy Wilson assured him that if he came here and did what he'd done today and played it just right he might be able to fuck the beautiful school doctor. That idea had seemed beyond the realm of possibility to him, but this was more exciting, even more difficult to believe. It was like a dream, a wet dream from which he would suddenly awaken, writhing and groaning in frustration. But it wasn't a dream. It was really going to happen.
The lady doctor was going to suck him off.
Slowly Mary flicked her tongue out of her mouth, moistening her already glistening lips. Then, her own secret desire surging almost as wildly as she knew Michael's must be, she leaned her face over the young boy's body, bending the hard-swollen shaft of his eagerly throbbing cock further backwards until it was pointed straight up at her face. Inches from it, she paused again and ever so slowly opened her mouth to breathe gently and hotly over the rounded little cock-head.
"Oooohhhh," Michael moaned, his hips jerking suddenly in his wildly building anticipation at the hot breath tickling his cock and the realization of what the school doctor was about to do to him.
Gingerly Mary flicked her tongue again from her lips, the saliva wetted tip coming into suddenly shocking contact with the throbbing tip of the writhing teenager's cock. She circled her tongue slowly about the smooth rubbery flesh, hearing his excited moan and feeling his hips twitch even more urgently in response to the wantonly titillating sensation. The tip of her tongue sought out the tiny opening of the glans, and darted out to flick up the little seminal droplet. The sharp masculine taste only served to stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hands slipped slowly to the base of the pulsing cock-shaft, as she continued to lick teasingly at the tip and gradually move her head lower to take it hungrily up into the moist warmth of her mouth.
Michael's whole body quivered. He couldn't even believe the lewdly arousing sensation as Dr. Ward closed her full wet lips around the tingling head of his erected cock. Then, with an even deeper groan, Michael shoved his hips suddenly upward, while his hands grasped the school doctor's long blonde hair to hold her face against his penis as he rammed the whole length of his impatiently throbbing cock shaft straight up into the yielding warmth of her mouth.
Mary gave out a muffled moan at the young boy's sudden display of aggression. His slender penis almost choked her, but she derived a lewd excitement from his show of confidence, and surrendered her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating cock-flesh slide smoothly down the length of her tongue and penetrate almost to the back of her throat. An unknown source of masochistic pleasure inspiring her, she purred softly around the throbbing hardness and began to suck in earnest.
Michael's buttocks quivered on the soft mattress as he felt Dr. Ward close her soft warm lips tightly around his sensitive cock and begin to move her head up and down in a lascivious bobbing motion. It was beginning to look as though he wasn't going to succeed in having sexual intercourse with her at all, but he was hardly disappointed. It was a failing of an ironic sort, for though he would still be technically a virgin, he would have at least the secret satisfaction of knowing that he had done what no other boy in school had even dreamed of. He would have fucked the school doctor in her mouth, and Michael knew that was a once in a lifetime experience.
As the excited teenager began to brush eagerly up from the bed, Mary surrendered her lips and mouth even more willingly to the satiation of his obscene lust. Again and again the lewdly pulsing hardness of his cock fucked smoothly up into her warmly yielding mouth, the blood-swollen head plunging wetly down the full length of her tongue to embed itself all the way to the back of her throat. Michael ground his pelvis harder and harder up against the beautiful woman's face, as though he had completely forgotten that she was the school doctor. He was fucking her mouth like a small, hairless cunt, holding her face tightly against him even as she gasped and strained to catch her breath around the plunging rod of virile young cock flesh that filled her mouth.
But now she didn't begrudge him even that. She knew that she had shamed and embarrassed him the way no boy of his age deserved, when she had caught him fucking that young girl in the bushes, and she was grateful for the opportunity to make it up to him, however degrading the act she was submitting to might be. And in spite of all her own shame and humiliation at the obscene fucking he was giving her in her mouth, she was beginning to respond with a masochistic fervor she would never have expected of herself. Gradually, she was starting to shed her inhibitions, concentrating all her efforts on her wantonly submissive sucking of the boy's delicious young cock. She bobbed her head up and down, swishing her tongue wildly around the surging shaft of flesh, and flicking it gingerly right down into the silken curls of pubic hair protruding from the fly of Michael's trousers. She was making mewling little gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding her soft warm mouth up totally for his pleasure, sucking ravenously with lips that had been tightly stretched by the violating hardness that surged relentlessly in and out of her mouth. And she was determined to keep it up to the end, until Michael got the wildly cumming satisfaction his lust demanded. Until all of his self-confidence was restored.
As she intensified her lewd sucking, Mary's own body began to undulate and sway urgently on the bed. Her skin was tingling and goose bumped beneath the material of her white doctor's coat, crying out to be touched, and she could feel her own forbidden desire building to a pitch she had never known in her life. She knew Michael was growing more aroused by the second, his passion manifest in the more urgent violent upward thrust of his hips and the deeper and more urgent groans issuing from his throat. She knew the cum was beginning to well up in his testicles in anticipation of his mad dash to ejaculate, and as shocking as the whole idea was, she began to hunger for it. She wanted him to shoot off. She wanted him to cum in her mouth and let her swallow it all the way down to her now feverishly hungering belly!
Michael opened his eyes, staring in wide-eyed disbelief as the school doctor really began to suck him in earnest. She was almost as excited as he was, and instinct told him this was going to be his big chance. He had to exploit her unnatural passion to its fullest extent, and if he played it just right, he still might be able to fuck her in the cunt sooner or later.
Then, rallying his own courage, Michael reached suddenly downward to seize the hem of the school doctor's skirt and work it quickly up to the satiny flesh of her well-formed thighs. Without ever taking her lips from the burning head of Michael's cock, Mary shifted and turned her head to gaze up in surprise at his even more blatantly aggressive action. Michael hesitated a moment, then, seeing no actual protest in Dr. Ward's expression, he pulled the skirt up further to her waist, above the bikini panties that translucently revealed the tightly rounded half-moons of her buttocks and the soft, blondely curling hair of her pussy.
Mary almost cried out loud in her excitement as Michael ran his hand down inside the elastic waistband of her panties from behind, his fingers trailing teasingly along the smoothly curved crevice of her ass-cheeks to make wanton contact with the already hotly moistened slit of her cunt. Then, a shiver running through her whole body, she dropped her lips even more hungrily down about the rigidly jerking cock-shaft, her tongue swiping smoothly over the bulbous tip; further moans of submission issued deep from her throat as Michael's fingers moved up along her hair-lined pussy slit.
Her buttocks jerked even more wildly at the first shattering contact of his hand on the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris, and then another shiver darted through her voluptuous body as his fingers stroked back down the length of her trembling cunt-slit to brush lightly up over the tiny puckered hole of her anus. For a moment she could hardly even concentrate on her sucking of his hotly throbbing young cock; then, as she felt it begin to twitch even more rigidly, she resumed the frantic bobbing of her head above his wildly undulating pelvis with even greater fervor, her teeth scratching lightly up and down the sensitive skin of his cock, her tongue still swiping and curling madly over the palpitating head as she masochistically anticipated the ejaculation that was now imminent.
Michael knew that he couldn't hold out much longer, and he tried to concentrate his full attention to Dr. Ward's near-naked buttocks and the softly moistened flesh of her pussy. He worked his hand back from her smooth little anus to her parted cuntal lips from behind, and then wormed his outstretched middle finger slowly up into her wetly heated vaginal opening.
Michael had never even touched a woman's pussy before, with the exception of a moment of brief contact with Tracy Jones' tight little cunt the other day. The warm cavern of inner vaginal flesh felt even better and even more inviting than he could have imagined. And the thrill of this discovery combined with the lewdly tantalizing sensation of having her sucking his cock as hard as she could was more than Michael could stand.
Suddenly his body stiffened, and he groaned deeply from the delicious tickling sensation that ran up and down his excitedly twitching rod of flesh as the sperm began suddenly to well up in his balls and surge toward the burgeoning head of his cock.
"Uh-oh, Dr. Ward," Michael gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the mattress as he tried to regain his control. He could feel the cum welling up in his balls and he knew there wasn't going to be a way in the world for him to keep from shooting off. He was going to cum whether he was ready or not, and if Dr. Ward didn't get out of the way he was going to do it right up in her beautifully slaving face.
Mary sensed the sudden increase of tension in the young boy's body. She knew he was going to ejaculate any minute, and she began to hunch and jerk her own near-naked buttocks even more frantically, squirming the softness of her pussy back and forth on his slender finger that still fingerfucked deep up inside her hotly welling cunt, straining in sheer desperation to gush out her own orgiastic juices simultaneously with the handsome young youth.
Michael groaned again, and she felt him try to jerk his penis free from her hungrily devouring lips. But now she was determined. If he was going to cum, he was going to have to cum this way. She wanted it, though she couldn't even have explained why. She longed, desperately, for that lewd and final masochistic surrender of letting him shoot out his creamy white cum in her waiting mouth.
For a moment longer, Michael lay trembling on the bed. Then, with a sudden lunge, he fucked the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock its full length back into Dr. Ward's hungrily sucking mouth, feeling the tip of it ram hard against the back of her throat as the warm surging semen began its mad rush up from his balls. At the same time he began a rapid finger fucking rhythm out of her heatedly quivering cunt, his thumb stroking wildly over the pulsing rigid bud of her clitoris as he heard another muffled groan rise in her throat.
An instant later Mary felt the first gush of warm, fresh-tasting sperm come spewing out into her slavishly working mouth. She gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed desperately to keep from choking. Almost at the same moment, the distant waves of rapture began deep up inside her own finger-filled cuntal walls. All her mental resistance had been shattered by her submissive surrender to her warped and obscene lust. Her body was begging for release, and now there was nothing to hold her back.
The fourteen year old boy had no practical experience to draw on, but it didn't take an expert to tell that Dr. Ward was excited. Sensing instinctively what was happening, he began to fuck his finger even harder up into her moistly quivering cunt as the shocking waves of orgasm flowed uncontrolled through her body. His own buttocks jerked and lunged in savage rhythm, and he shoved his cock harder ad harder between her wetly rounded lips, building to a crescendo of motion as he squirted gush after gush of his virile young sperm into her greedily absorbing mouth.
Mary swallowed ceaselessly, her own ecstasy only intensifying her own ravenous need to submit. Then, at last, exhausted, she let the deflating cock of the moaning boy slip slipperily from her mouth. She closed her eyes, little spasms of ecstasy continuing to course through her own flesh as he withdrew his hand from beneath her wetly flooded panties, and dropped back wearily onto the pillows at the end of the bed.
Michael would never have believed it! Jimmy Wilson had had the right idea! Dr. Ward had a red hot cunt, and he had used her like she had never been used before. This was only the beginning. He planned to make up for all the time he had wasted being a shy virgin. He knew that if he used his head he could get the school doctor to do much, much more. Dr. Ward was responsible for him losing his chance to fuck a girl the other day, and she was going to be responsible for him finally getting what he had coming to him ... a beautiful fuck with that hot pussy of hers!
CHAPTER FOUR
For Michael, the class day dragged slowly to its conclusion. He was suffering even more ridicule because of what had happened to him and Stacy Jones than he could have imagined. Michael had always been considered somewhat of an oddball anyway. He was small in stature, and his inability to defend himself physically made him easy prey for the bigger, rougher boys. Fortunately his friend Jimmy Wilson was one of the toughest boys in the school, but now even that didn't help him much.
His physical education class, the last period of the day, had been the worst for Michael. It was during phys ed that the other boys were able to speak freely, while they were changing in the boys' locker room, and he had taken the worst brunt of their teasing. He didn't know why they should find it so humorous that he missed out on his first piece of ass because of the school's lady doctor, but he thought it was probably a distorted kind of jealousy. They never would have admitted it, but they probably envied the way the doctor seemed to have a maternal love for the boy, something that they themselves missed at the isolated boarding school.
"Michael," Peter Friedman had said, "when's Dr. Ward gonna let you move in and be her baby boy?"
"Michael's the doctor's favorite patient," another boy chimed in. "She even follows him into the bushes!"
Michael changed out of his gym shorts and into his street clothes as quickly as he could. Finally, as he headed out of the locker room, he said out loud, "Screw all of you," and stormed out into the hall.
Jimmy Wilson caught up with him and began walking with him. "Don't worry about those creeps, Mikey," he said consolingly. "Wait until they find out that Dr. Ward sucked your cock yesterday. It won't be too long until you can tell everybody."
"I wish I could tell them now. They treat me like I'm a virgin punk even when I'm not one. I may not have had a real piece of ass, but I've cum in a real woman's mouth."
"That's right," said Jimmy, pushing open the door at the end of the hall. And if you can keep your mouth shut for a while you're gonna get a hell of a lot more than that. Just make sure there's a wide enough crack in the shade for me to watch and work the tape recorder."
The two boys descended the steps onto the sunlit campus lawn. "OK, Mikey, I'm gonna go pick up Joey's mini-recorder. I'll be waiting outside the ward."
Michael was still lost in his hateful thoughts. "I'm gonna made her pay for everything every one of these assholes says to me between now and the time we let the whole school hear the tapes."
"She's not gonna change her mind," said Jimmy firmly. He was already trotting off across the lawn toward the dormitory.
Michael was more determined than ever to carry out his scheme to its most outrageous conclusion. He reminded himself that it was Dr. Ward herself who was responsible for the whole thing happening, she and she alone.
* * *
Mary Ward sat in her private quarters near the administration building, awaiting the unavoidable arrival of Michael with a mingling anticipation and dread. She could still hardly believe that she had sucked his beautiful young cock and then drank his delightful young cum, or that stranger yet she had actually agreed afterward to meet him today, made a date to let the studious young boy fuck her!
What she'd already done had been bad enough, but at least she'd done it out of unselfish motivations, to compensate Michael for his lost pride and his disappointment stemming from her intervention in his lustful scene with Tracy Jones. Yesterday, after she'd finished sucking off Michael, and lay basking in her state of post-orgasmic bliss, he had reminded her that it was because of her intercession when she'd found him and Tracy under the grape arbor that he was technically still a virgin. And, in that state, Mary had been willing to agree to help him change all that.
Now she realized she had made a mistake. If she went ahead and let the young boy fuck her, she would have no excuse, no justification. It would be a lewd and wanton act committed for the satisfaction of her own unnatural craving.
Yet, inexcusable as it might be, she longed to do it. Yesterday's episode had only whetted her appetite. Now she wanted more and more of the forbidden bliss she knew the young boy had to offer. But, if she didn't stop this sordid affair now, before the depraved relationship possessed her very soul, she was risking everything in life, her years of medical training, her position of resident Doctor here at the Lexingville Boarding School.
She stiffened as she heard Michael's unmistakable knock at the door of her private Quarters. It took her a moment to catch her breath.
"Yes," Mary finally said in a tremulous voice. "Come in."
"Hello, Dr. Ward," Michael said, smiling bashfully as he closed the door quietly behind him.
The blonde doctor felt her heart pounding and her lips quivering as she spoke. "Hello, Michael. How are you?" The teenage boy looked at the school doctor shrewdly. From the expression on her face he sensed that his worst suspicions had been well founded. She was having second thoughts about going through with what she had agreed to yesterday, and he knew he had to take the initiative immediately.
"Actually, Dr. Ward, I've had a terrible day," the boy said, gazing sadly down at the floor."
"What's ... the matter?" Mary asked with genuine concern.
"It's nothing really. The guys are just kidding me a lot about what happened the other day with Tracy Jones. Being a virgin is one of the most degrading things that can happen to a teenager these days."
"They've been kidding you?" Mary asked, rising from her desk and walking around toward the nervous youngster. "You haven't told them what happened yesterday?"
"No, ma'am" Michael said hastily. "After what you did for me yesterday, I'll never tell! It's enough for me to know that I'm not what they say I am. I can take all their ridicule because in my heart I know the truth. When I think about your kindness to me, I feel secure in myself."
Mary felt a sinking in her breast as she heard that noble remark from the fourteen year old boy. During the last couple of hours she had almost decided that perhaps, as much as she would hate to deny herself this final pleasure that she had anticipated, she might be able to dissuade Michael from the lascivious plans he'd contrived yesterday. But now she knew she couldn't say no to him.
Even beyond the moral consideration, the fact that she felt obliged to keep her word when she gave it, Mary had to keep in mind the possibility that if she did betray the innocent young boy he might feel justified in divulging the lewd truth about the fact that she had sucked his cock and let him cum in her mouth yesterday. And that would not only be the end of her career here as school doctor for the Lexingville Boarding School, but her entire medical career would be thrown down the drain.
Yet, oddly, the sinking sensation was followed by a feeling almost of relief. Mary found a strange security in the fact that she really had no choice. She would have to allow him to fuck her now, even if she didn't want to. But she did want to, desperately, and to an unnatural degree. Even so, she realized that it was imperative that she make one thing perfectly clear. And that was that this could only happen once. When it was finished, both of them had to pretend as though it had never occurred. Michael would have to go his own way, and start developing a relationship with one of the girls at the school of his own age, no matter how badly Mary would hate to see that.
The beautiful blonde doctor took a deep breath, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to moisten her sensuously quivering lips as she spoke. "All right, Michael. But one thing is very important for you to understand. After today, we won't be able to go on meeting like this. And we will have to pretend that all these things never happened. Do you understand?"
Michael hesitated. He was beginning to believe he had tapped a hidden source of genius within himself. The whole despicable plan was working out even more easily than he'd expected, and he knew that the extent of his triumph tomorrow, when he would play Dr. Ward the tape that Jimmy Wilson would be taking today, would be even greater if he agreed insincerely to what she was asking of him now.
"Yes, ma'am. It almost breaks my heart to think of that. But I know you're right."
Mary felt a flooding emotion rise to her breast, a lump filled her throat at those tender and loving words from this cute young boy.
"It will be hard for me, too, Michael. But that's the way it's going to have to be."
Then, overcome by the poignancy of her feelings, the attractive blonde doctor stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around the young boy, pulling his face warmly to her fully rounded breasts, breathing softly into his ear and nuzzling her chin in his hair as she held him tightly against her love-starved body. Then, as the boy's eager hands dropped to the rounded ripeness of her buttocks to pull her body even closer to him, the curvaceous doctor felt the short prod of the young student's already erected cock straining against his Levi's, brushing shockingly right up against her sensitive inner thighs. A surging emotion that could only be called lust swept over her entire body.
For a few moments longer, the school doctor and the fourteen year old boy remained locked in their passionate embrace. Then Mary disengaged herself from Michael, took him by the hand, and led him quickly down the hall to her bedroom. Then stepped inside, just as Michael hesitated.
"The front door, Dr. Ward, don't you think we should lock it?"
"Oh thank you for thinking of that, Michael," said the somewhat nervous young doctor. "Wait here. I'll be right back." She was glad Michael had thought of that.
Michael watched the seductively alluring doctor go back into the living room, then he hurried across the room to the window on the wall opposite the beds, and lifted the shade a few inches. Through the window he could see his friend, Jimmy Wilson, perched on top of a stepladder he had leaned against the rear wall of the infirmary. Jimmy smiled and winked at him, holding up the small cassette tape recorder for Michael to see, then motioned for Michael to get back across the room, so as not to attract any attention to the window.
A moment later the school doctor returned.
Mary paused inside the door, gazing through sultry eyes at the handsome young boy who waited beside the bed. After a moment's hesitation, she pulled the door shut behind her, took two steps forward, and slowly began to unbutton her white lab coat down the front.
From beside the bed, Michael watched intently as Dr. Ward tantalizingly parted the material of her doctor's lab coat to reveal the lushly ripened mounds of her breasts, which were molded tightly by the brassiere she wore. He could tell from the look on her face that she was really hot, and he knew nothing could stop him now. Today he was really going to get to fuck her. And this would be only the beginning.
May loosened the buttons of her lab coat all the way to the bottom, then reached up to slowly push the garment all the way off her shoulders. It fell to the floor and she was standing only in her white doctor's skirt and her brassiere, a teasing smile playing across her lips.
"You too, Michael. You have to get undressed too."
In spite of everything he'd gone through the last several days, Michael felt he must be blushing as he began to fumble with the buttons of his own shirt. Getting undressed in front of Tracy Jones had been bad enough, but doing it in front of this voluptuous older woman required every bit of daring he could muster. But as Dr. Ward loosened the waistband of her skirt and let it fall over her rounded hips and drop about her feet to the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but the scant, tight-fitting brassiere and her almost transparent panties, Michael forgot his own hesitance.
He quickly shimmied out of his shirt, watching almost feverishly as Dr. Ward reached slowly up behind her back, and deftly flicked loose the snap of her brassiere. Then, with another shrug of her shoulders, she let the straps fall down her arms, so that the brassiere slipped gently away to the floor, completely revealing her melon-like breasts, thrust up full and proud without the need for artificial support, the nipples swelling instantly from their contact with the air. Now nothing remained to conceal her sensually inviting body from the young boy's eyes but the thin little bikini panties that barely protected the forbidden sight of her blondly curling pussy hair.
As Michael started to fumble with the buckle of his trousers, Mary's hands moved slowly down her body, her fingers slipping inside the tight elastic waistband of her low cut panties to brush softly into the silken strands of her cunt hair nestled so invitingly up there between her thighs. The nearly naked woman gasped softly as Michael pulled his trousers and jockey shorts down in one quick motion, and his youthfully throbbing penis lunged suddenly upward in shocking exposure, the blood-engorged head visibly palpitation. At that sight, the crimson flush on the boy's cheeks grew even more vivid, and for a moment he stared in embarrassment down at the floor. Then he lifted his eyes slowly and stepped alongside the bed toward the voluptuously naked older woman.
Outside the window, Jimmy Wilson was almost falling off his perch at the top of the step ladder. He was trying to turn up the volume. He had got some perfect sentences when she asked Michael to undress, clearly identifying her. It was going to be a very exciting tape indeed.
Mary closed her eyes as Michael stepped eagerly up to her erotically trembling body. She felt his breath blow hotly over the already ripely swollen buds of her nipples, and a shiver of anticipation when through her entire body as he reached down to seize the waistband of her panties, and drew them slowly down the curving flare of her ass-cheeks just far enough to expose the hair-covered mound up between her smooth firm thighs. Another little shiver of anticipation and longing flowed through Mary's body as the cute young boy leaned closer, pressing his smooth face warmly into the wide deep valley between her voluptuously formed breasts, his lips coming into soft teasing contact with her sensitive flesh. He eased her panties half way down the shadowy crevice between her ripened ass-cheeks, then slipped his hands inside to knead the soft vibrant flesh of her buttocks. Then the suddenly knowledgeable student pulled her voluptuous body to his so that the exposed erection of his penis prodded hard up against the "vee" of her pelvis, prompting a little whimper of wanton delight to issue from deep in her throat.
"Yes, Michael," Mary purred almost deliriously as she felt the young boy's fingers move up between her sensitive ass-cheeks from behind, his tongue flicking out at the same time to moistly caress one of her hard-swollen little nipples. Then her whole helplessly aroused body jerked in a spasm of pleasure as his hand dropped lower between the softness of her thighs from behind to come into a deliciously searing contact with the little hair-lined slit of her already hotly moistened pussy.
Mary almost passed out from the erotic sensation as she felt Michael's fingers carefully part the hotly throbbing lips of her cunt and flick teasingly up into her sensitive inner vaginal flesh. She moaned aloud, her hands moving forcibly over the youngster's frail back to hug him more tightly to her, a his finger began to probe in cautious exploratory strokes up into the tight orifice of her yielding vaginal flesh. she swayed, her legs going weak, so that the teenage boy almost had to support her with his own strength for a moment.
The aroused blonde doctor knew she could no longer stand up. She had to lie down on the bed, Michael on top of her. She had to have that hard little penis she could feel throbbing so teasingly up between her quivering thighs inside her. She had to be fucked.
Almost desperately, Mary pulled away from the young boy's eager embrace. "Come on, Michael," she said in a hoarse voice. "Let's get into bed."
Anxiously, Mary moved to the bed, seizing the naked youth's hand to pull him urgently along behind her. But Michael hardly had to be forced. He was so excited he could hardly stand it. Jesus, it was finally going to happen, he was going to fuck a cunt-not some kid's, but a beautiful older woman's with the body of a movie actress. He didn't want to wait another minute until he fucked his cock up inside Dr. ward's soft warm pussy. Then, after all these months of waiting, and no matter whatever else happened, he would finally be able to say that he was no longer a virgin.
Her whole body trembling with a shameless desire that flooded through every inch of her love-starved flesh, Mary dropped down onto her back on the bed and parted her long lithe legs in a spread-eagled position as Michael prepared to climb up beside her. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in slow strained gasps as she waited. The panting fourteen year old boy gazed down at her in obscene triumph, then paused for a moment to glance back toward the window just in time to-see that Jimmy was holding the microphone to the window. He waited until he was it clearly before he climbed up onto the bed. Then he felt Dr. Ward's hands eagerly seize his shoulders, and heard the deep groan of lust that issued from her throat as she pulled him down on top of her so that his lower torso was between her widespread thighs.
"Oh, yes!" Mary purred in his ear. "Yes, Michael! Yes, Michael! Fuck me. Fuck me just this one time."
Michael experienced a brief moment of painful remembrance as he held himself poised above the school doctor's sensually naked body, his desire-hardened penis prodding hotly up between her thighs so that just the swollen tip touched the warmly moistened lips of her cunt. This was exactly where he was before, the time when Dr. Ward had caught him on the threshold of losing his virginity to Tracy Jones, and had stopped him right at the moment of truth. And now this vulnerable older woman was going to make up for all that. But one problem still lingered.
Michael wasn't quite sure what to do! Then that problem solved itself as Dr. Ward dropped one of her hands to Michael's tightly clenching buttocks, inserting her finger teasingly up between his ass-cheeks, and shoved down against his sensitive little anal hole. Groaning in surprise, Michael jerked his loins forward in retreat from the disquieting sensation, shoving his rigid cock forcibly right up between the warmly enfolding lips of Dr. Ward's pussy.
An instant later it had happened. He felt a fain resistance as his smooth young cock-head shoved against the tightness of the school doctor's wetly heated cunt. He felt her body stiffen and tremble beneath him, and heard the low groan of pleasure that poured from her lips. Then, with a lewd sucking noise, just the head of his cock slipped inside, and as Dr. Ward stroked down more lightly on Michael's tight little anus, he shoved forward again, and the full length of his virile young cock burrowed relentlessly up into the hot clasping softness of her hotly waiting vagina.
"Oh, Michael, your beautiful penis," Mary moaned, her buttocks jerking in a frenzied spasm to the invasion of her lust-tortured loins. She sank her hips downward into the mattress in retreat, then her body quivered even more wildly, and she lunged her hips up again, spreading her thighs even wider apart as she felt Michael's palpitating little rod of cockflesh slipping up into her pulsating cuntal opening, gradually worming all the way up into the soft warm walls, deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered and could feel his balls slapping lightly down into the sensitive crack of her own ass-cheeks.
Above her, Michael tensed, squirming his buttocks further downward, until, at last, his wildly excited penis was embedded to the hilt in Dr. Ward's warm wet vagina, and he could feel her tensed pelvis pressed tightly against his own pubic mound. Then, sensitive cock was almost more than the fourteen year old could stand, and he could have cum almost at that very instant. But he knew he would have to last longer than that. Even though Dr. Ward was going to completely at his mercy after she heard the tape recordings Jimmy Wilson was taking now, he wanted to enjoy her submission to the rigid adolescent cock-flesh he was pumping so deeply into her. And, besides that, he had to last long enough to give Jimmy time to get the incriminating words recorded that their daring plan demanded.
"Ooooooh, yes, darling. Yes, you're doing just fine with your beautiful little cock in my cunt!" Mary soothed as she felt the young boy stiffen for a minute about her, completely ceasing his strokes. As Michael shuddered, trying to regain control over his madly surging lust, Mary stroked softly up and down his back; then she moved her hands back to his naked buttocks to guide him as he began again to fuck in and out between her thighs, thrusting the inflamed hardness of his cock in smoother and more rhythmic strokes far up into her yielding little cuntal mouth, prompting involuntary contractions of her tight vaginal flesh around his throbbing shaft, as more and more of Mary's body began to respond to the lascivious impalement of Michael's young penis.
As Jimmy continued to record every lewd word and sound of fucking, the school doctor whimpered through bared teeth, hugging Michael tightly to her soft warm nakedness, tossing her voluptuous body more and more frenziedly with wild undulating movement of her buttocks that almost lifted the youngster off her bed.
Little mewls of rapturous pleasure poured from Dr. Ward's lips as Michael's hands began to eagerly explore all the secret hollows and indentations of her body. He could feel the urgent quivering of her inner pussy walls around the swollen head of his penis, and he almost wept at the wonderful feel of her wetly clasping cuntal softness. He flexed his cock deep up inside her and shoved harder and harder up into her ecstatically rippling belly. He was barely hanging on, but he knew his restraint would have its reward. Dr. Ward's moans and whimpers of passion were growing more deliriously by the second. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes wide open and shining brightly with a fiery lust. Her head flailed on the pillow, tossing her long blonde hair from side to side, while her naked buttocks jerked in an undulating rolling motion that varied in angle and intensified the friction on Michael's impaling rod of flesh.
The doctor's shamelessly aroused body was coming to life. She was caught in the spell of a wanton excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered relentlessly out through all her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing more savagely in her response to the titillation of her all-consuming lust. And Michael was the young boy who prompted all of this.
"Oh God, it's good, Michael! It's sooo gooood," Mary moaned into the youngster's ears, her hands moving forcibly up and down his back, her finger digging into his naked buttocks to guide his urgently racking lunges against her quivering body. Now, an almost incessant stream of moans and whimpers poured from her lips, and she arched her churning white ass-cheeks even higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath him.
She was getting close now. It seemed that everything she had been going through the last several days was only a build-up to this one unbelievably exciting moment. Even the two wildly arousing climaxes she's achieved, one by the obscene act of fingering herself, and the other yesterday as Michael had finger-fucked her while she sucked his beautiful young cock, were only stepping stones to the even more shattering orgasm she knew was now imminent. The little quivers that coursed through her flesh were already coming more and more frequently. Reality and its shackles were falling away in the face of the relentless onslaught of lust and passion that engulfed her.
Yet, still, the climax eluded her, and Mary knew that Michael was beginning to lose control. Her body cried out for more and more, and she thought she would die if the young boy came before she reached her own orgasm and left her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of passion. At last, in a sudden, desperate moment, Mary eagerly throbbing breast down the side of her thrashing body. She did this only half-consciously, but her unconscious mind seemed to know what she needed, and, with an even more violent lunge, she lifted her rounded buttocks completely up from the mattress and shoved Michael's hand beneath them.
Then, as she sank her hips downward in retreat from the young boy's next wracking thrust, she felt one of his fingers prod right up between her nakedly clenching ass-cheeks to come into sudden titillating contact with her sensitively puckered anus.
Michael stiffened in surprise as he felt Dr. Ward pull his hand down between her uplifted buttocks and then drop her squirming ass-cheeks right down on his finger. He felt the tight little hole of her anus give way, and, realizing instinctively what she wanted him to do now-crazy as the whole thing seemed-he shoved his finger upward gradually as she squirmed further down until it wormed to the first knuckle up into the warmly puckering little hole.
Mary gasped from the sudden fiery stab of pain as the young boy worked his finger upward even harder. For an instant, it was stymied against the rubbery resistance of the little unlubricated hole, yet the sheer stimulation caused her cunt to flower open even wider and prompted renewed flowing of her feminine juices. And, as they trickled hotly down between her churning buttocks over the thin membrane of flesh the separated her two forbidden orifices, Michael was able to work his outstretched finger slowly up into her rectum up to the second knuckle while inflicting only a minimal amount of pain. And that pain was almost blanked from her mind by the conflicting and even greater sensation of pleasure, however masochistic.
"Oh!" Mary cried. "Oh yes. Deeper, Michael. Put your finger in my ass. Deeper."
Michael had no objection. He'd never even thought of the anus as an erotic zone, yet he couldn't help but remember how he'd felt when, moments ago, Dr. Ward had put her finger between his own buttocks and thrust down against his own anus to prompt his first entry into her wetly yielding cunt. It had hurt, but, at the same time, it had felt good, and, if she really wanted him to do that to her, he didn't mind. And, strangely enough, there was something about it that really turned him on.
With a low groan, Michael thrust his finger deeper, worming it slowly to the last knuckle so that he could feel the pressure through the separating membrane of vaginal flesh intensifying the friction on his rigidly throbbing penis as he fucked harder and faster into the naked school doctor's tight little pussy. The lust-tortured older woman gave out a low hissing sound, her voluptuous body sagging down limply on the bed beneath him for a moment. Then, as Michael began to wiggle his finger far up inside the forbidden depths of her rectum, she started to toss and thrash her body as though she'd suddenly gone insane.
The lewd and degrading violation of her anus was more than Mary could resist, she'd lain for a moment in the limbo of contrasting pain and pleasure as Michael ruthlessly forced his middle finger all the way to the last knuckle up into the tight little entrance of her anus; then she forgot the pain as the devastating trembles began deep up in her belly, and she resumed the wanton lunging of her own buttocks in time with the boy's own racking strokes.
An instant later, she felt the shattering waves begin in her loins, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep everything else aside into complete oblivion, she threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the teenager's back to form a straight sheath with her vagina, while she felt his masterfully throbbing penis begin to twitch and throb even harder, and the first hot spurts of his sperm started to spew obscenely into the depths of her trembling pussy flesh.
Mary's nakedly writhing body uncoiled wildly beneath the young boy as the waves of ecstasy continued, surging with a devastating impact that swept all other thought aside, engulfing her from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her breasts, and, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation of the beautiful fucking body above her, his virile young cock skewering and spurting deeper and deeper into her hotly convulsing cunt.
Michael felt a raw surge of energy course through his own body as the white-hot cum welled up in his wildly jerking penis and spewed into the school doctor's openly impaled vagina. He grunted and groaned, relishing his final triumph, his sure initiation into manhood, as he felt Dr. Ward surrender herself completely beneath him, giving everything she had to him without further inhibition, just as if he were a grown man!
Then, at last, she sank in exhaustion beneath him, and slowly his own movements slackened off. He felt her hands drop from his body, and, as he gasped to catch his breath and spurted the last drop of semen into her pussy, he felt his embedded penis begin to deflate. With a groan, he sank down upon her sweat covered nakedness, slowly drawing his middle finger out of the tightly sucking sheath of her rectum, prompting a last hoarse little gasp from her throat and a final shuddering contorting of her naked buttocks.
For a few minutes, the two of them lay in silence, their genitals still lewdly joined. Mary reached up and ran her hand lightly down Michael's back, then she opened her eyes and smiled.
"That was good, Michael. That was so good."
"Did you like it, Dr. Ward? Did I fuck you right?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, dear, it was beautiful!" Mary hesitated for a few more wonderful moments before she forced herself to begin saying what she knew she had to say and what she hated to say more than anything in the world.
Outside, Jimmy Wilson was climbing down from the ladder he had leaned against the outer wall of the infirmary building. He waited for a moment longer before he pulled the cassette from the tape recorder. The boys were really going to get a thrill if they ever got a chance to hear this! But first, they were to be put to a more important purpose than merely playing them around.
CHAPTER FIVE
It seemed that the bigger boys were really laying it on extra thick the next day. Michael was the butt of more teasing and ridicule than ever. None of them knew the secret that at this point only Michael and his closest friend Jimmy knew-that he had in his possession a tape recording that would provide him with the power to designate whom Dr. Ward screwed and whom she didn't screw any time in the near future. Those boys who gave him trouble now would definitely never get in on the action. But Michael felt nothing at all about their jibes now. In fact, he didn't even care to try to reply to their comments. Because he knew that his turn would come soon enough. One fine day very soon these boys would bear the recording of him fucking Dr. Ward and their minds would be blown completely!
Jimmy Wilson and Michael had had a delighted few hours of laughter and scheming as they had listened to the tape Jimmy had taken of the school doctor and her "pet". During the discussion they had chosen the boys who were to accompany them to the private quarters of Dr. Ward tonight. For sure the boy who owned the recorder, Johnny Mitchell, deserved to go because he had supplied the means of getting the tape in the first place. And Michael had chosen one other boy, Willy Bates, because he was a very shy boy too and a frequent victim of the same type of teasing that Michael had to undergo.
Michael took the tape and recorder, while his friend Jimmy went to the dorm to find the two boys they had chosen to join them in the evening's festivities.
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Mary had worked alone today in the lab. Usually it was Michael's job to help her with her lab work, as part of a special study program at the school. But Dr. Ward had been relieved when he did not show up, and when she heard the doors of the infirmary open and close she hurried down the hall to see who it was, fearing it would be him. It was.
She could detect immediately a changed look as he gazed quite plainly into her eyes. "Hello, Dr. Ward," he spoke first.
She was glad to see that his confidence in himself had been restored. But there was something else in his eyes that made her realize she was going to have to impress upon him the fact that they couldn't see each other 'that way' any more.
"Michael," she began, quickly composing her speech in her mind. "I was going to notify the principal that you had learned so much here in your work with me in the lab that there was really no more point in your coming here every day. I'm going to tell him to choose someone to replace you. I know you understand that this is no reflection on your work. But you remember what I told you about us not meeting here any more."
"Well, don't do that, Dr. Ward," Michael replied confidently, smiling and looking directly at the blonde doctor. "If you do that, I won't have a good excuse to be here is anyone ever catches me."
"But, Michael, that's what I mean. I don't want you to come here any more."
"But I'm going to come to your place tonight, Dr. Ward."
"I'm sorry, Michael, I don't want you to do that."
The boy smiled to himself in complete confidence of triumph. He walked a little closer to the doctor and held out the tape recorder to her. Smiling mysteriously, he said, "I'm afraid this is one offer you can't refuse." He could no longer repress an out and out grin. "Please turn it on."
Mary's hand trembled as she reached for the 'start' button. She felt an irrational fear as she heard it start, and there was no need for her to hear beyond the first sentence for her to know what Michael meant. As she heard all the lewd sounds and words, her mind raced over the events of the past few days. She was completely shattered. She was numb. She felt as if she were floating. She hardly heard Michael telling her, "We made an extra one for safekeeping."
It took her quite a while for' the realization to dawn on her that this was really happening. After all she had felt for this brilliant fourteen year old boy, all that had happened between them, all the emotion she had built up around Michael, it had all been a dream, a fantasy. Because Michael had used her. He must have planned it from the beginning. All that had happened had been a big hoax.
Mary contemplated the result of her actions. After all, she would surely be discovered now and total ruin would befall her. And yet she could not really blame Michael, or feel betrayed. He was a youngster and she had been an adult doing what she had done. She knew in an ironic way that she had it coming.
In fact, all her life, she had denied her own sexuality, and that in itself was unnatural and wrong. Worse than that, she had attempted to deny Michael his sexuality, also. And then, in the grips of her own lewd desires, she had done the very acts with him that he was now throwing in her face, recorded forever on the obscene tapes taken by his friend through the infirmary window. And now, Michael was no longer going to be denied anything.
"I'm bringing three of my friends over to your house tonight, Dr. Ward. Please be sure to be there. I know the school principal would be awfully mad if he were to find this tape on his desk tomorrow morning with a note of explanation."
Dr. Ward said nothing as Michael slipped the envelope from her hands and turned to leave the infirmary. She felt a terrible sense of loss and hurt, realizing that she was going to be so ill used by the young boy of whom she had become so fond. But another part of her mind was experiencing a different response to Michael's obscene demand, a response which Mary found even more disturbing than the boy's betrayal. Even as tears began to fall from her eyes, an undercurrent of unnatural excitement began to stir in her loins at the thought that now she would have to yield to the temptation she'd almost overcome, whether she wanted to or not. And it would not be just Michael who fucked her. He had three young, tender, teenage friends, as eager for her flesh as Michael was, and they were going to fuck her too.
* * *
In her darkened bungalow, Mary waited hopelessly for the arrival of the group of adolescent boys. She kept the lights off because she was hoping against hope that they would think she was not home, although she knew that that would not be a solution to any of her troubles. She was hoping, too, that her neighbor, the old mathematics teacher at Lexingville, would not be tempted to come calling this evening as she sometimes did when she thought the young doctor was at home. The row of staff bungalows that the school provided adjacent to the school campus were comfortable and cozy, but there was no real privacy in living next door to the people one worked with every day. She knew that when the boys came over they might be seen coming into her house and that questions might be asked. And she knew, too, that Michael didn't really care whether they were discovered or not. It was obvious that he was not at all interested in protecting her from exposure; if he had already told some other students about their actions it would not be long before the whole school knew.
Mary knew that as her passions were capable of flaring out of control any time, there was no real hope for her. In the end, no matter what price of ransom she paid with her body, inevitably what had already happened between her and Michael would be exposed. At least three boys already knew about what had happened, and certainly they would tell their friends, too. It was just a matter of time before Mary's disgrace would be made public and her career at the school and as a doctor would be ended.
She passed the day deep in thought about what she should do. She knew that it would be easier for her if she did the smart thing, packing up her things and leaving the campus now, without any explanations to anyone. And yet something was keeping her from that action. Perhaps it was the way Michael had looked today when he delivered his ultimatum. She had never seen the once-innocent boy in this light, and she felt that it was really her fault that he had become like that. Deep down inside, she was hoping that, if she submitted herself to his demands, allowing herself to be fucked for his sake, even in front of his friends, that perhaps his heart would be touched. Perhaps he could feel it in his heart to forgive her for what she had caused him to feel. Maybe he would be relieved of his psychological need to punish her.
And so she waited in the darkness for the four boys she knew were coming, ready to sacrifice herself to whatever Michael and his three friends wanted her to do. Perhaps the most ironical thing was that she had even dressed for the occasion. She had removed her doctor's lab coat and white clinical skirt and changed into a tight fitting t-shirt and short mini-skirt she would never have considered wearing around the school campus. For, in spite of everything, she found herself wanting to look attractive and sexy tonight. She was actually, though helplessly and perhaps unconsciously, encouraging the boys and their scheme.
Mary didn't know how long she had been waiting. At one point she began to fear that they actually would not come at all. She was finally longing for their arrival, longing to get at the young virile cocks they possessed. When at last she heard the voices outside, her heart stood still and she was filled with such a sudden, hot burning up between her legs that she could barely stand up to go towards the door. But then, she steeled herself and walked toward it, knowing that for show's sake she would have to go along with their little charade, even though she wanted the boys to all fuck her, she would have to protest, out of dignity.
She opened it before they even had a chance to knock, and her eyes were staring out of her head in almost naked desire. Timothy and three boys-she couldn't recognize them in the darkness of her house-stepped inside.
For a moment there was silence save for the sound of Mary's own heavy breathing. She knew one of the boys, from his mature physique, had to be Michael's friend Jimmy Wilson. That was only logical. But the other two boys, shrinking back behind Michael and Jimmy, were not identifiable.
"Come on, Dr. Ward, let's go in the bedroom," Michael said abruptly in a voice that hardly sounded like his own. "The cassette is in a safe place right now and as long as you cooperate it will remain there. Now, come on, let's get started."
In the darkness, Mary could see Michael and the figures of the other three boys moving toward the door leading to her bedroom. She could feel her heart pounding in her breast, and there was a constricting tightness in her throat that made it difficult for her to speak. But speak she must, for she knew now that she could never submit to Michael's demands, the way he was acting, even if she did want the boys to fuck her. He was talking like a gangster, and, despite everything that had happened, she was still the school doctor. And, although she knew that in the long run her desire to be fucked by them would win out, she was determined now to put up some resistance to his terrible attitude. She wanted him to know that at least in some small part of her, she cared about him more than she cared about herself.
"Wait, Michael," she finally managed.
"Yes, ma'am," Michael said, unconsciously referring to her in a tone of respect.
"I'm not going to go through with it. Not like this. You can play the tape for the whole school if you want to."
Mary waited breathlessly, her heart fluttering. After a long pause, she heard Michael sigh.
"All right boys, let's go. If that's the way you want it, Dr. Ward."
Mary's heart leaped into her throat as she watched the shadowy figures of the four boys begin to move back toward the door. She realized that she still didn't know who two of them were. They knew her, and, obviously, knew all about what had happened between her and Michael, but she didn't know them. And she might never know. Worse yet, she felt herself about to say something to stop them from leaving. Suddenly a timid voice she recognized as that of little Willy Bates, a youngster who was timid the way Michael had been before she stepped so brutally into his life.
"Please, Dr. Ward," he said softly. "We don't mean any harm."
"Shut up," Michael said harshly. "It's all right, Willy," Mary said, almost too quickly. "Go ahead and say what you have to say."
Mary saw the youngster in the shadows move back toward her. "Please, Dr. Ward, we won't tell anyone about this ... All I want...."
Mary laughed softly and moved toward him. "Yes, Willy," she said, "I think I know what you want." Before anyone had a chance to say anything else, she snapped the light switch on and simultaneously bolted the front door closed. Suddenly she could see all four of the boys, including the fourth boy, Johnny Mitchell. She should have know that Johnny, the school electronic buff, probably supplied the recorder with which the incriminating tapes had been made.
The four boys were staring at her in awe. This was probably the first time they had ever seen her outside of her doctor's lab coat and dull white skirt. She knew they were amazed by the shapeliness of her body, and she couldn't resist a smile of inner pride.
"Wow, Dr. Ward," said Willy.
She watched Michael's eyes drop slowly from her face to her fully arched breasts, clearly defined in the tight-fitting sweater she wore. Then his gaze moved lower down to the temptingly short skirt, down the length of her full firm thighs.
Mary suddenly jerked with surprise as she felt a trembling hand touch her buttocks from behind. She whirled, almost losing her balance, to glare down at little Willy Bates' frightened face. At almost the same instant, she heard Michael say, "Come on, boys. Let's fuck her."
After that, everything happened much too fast. During the confusion that followed, respect for her authority as the school doctor was completely forgotten. She became simply an object, a sex object. Yet, she had to admit that this did not occur completely without her own volition. Secretly, she wanted them to fuck her crazy with their tender, teenage young cocks.
At Michael's direction, Mary was led to her bedroom, where previously she had fingerfucked herself as she had fantasized about Michael's young body. The excitement of the three youngsters-for Michael, as Mary would recall later, had remained somewhat aloof-manifested itself as an electricity in the air, a current that jumped from the youngsters to Mary, to encompass her in its mad frenzy. Even before they went through the door that led to her bedroom, Michael had flicked the light switch on, and two of the boys had already begun to pull Mary's clothing off. Later she would have to admit that they would not have been so forward had she offered the slightest discouragement.
The voluptuous young doctor had never in her life been naked in front of more than one male at a time, but, in spite of her nervousness and fear, she did not resist, as Jimmy Wilson untucked her tight sweater from her mini-skirt and pulled it up off her brassiere-clad breasts. From behind her, another pair of hands lifted the short mini-skirt from her smoothly rounded buttocks and began to explore the inviting flesh of her trembling ass-cheeks while the submissive doctor lifted her arms passively over her head to allow Jimmy to completely remove her sweater. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught vague glimpses of Michael, who had taken a seat on the edge of the bed at its far end and watched almost with a cynical disinterest, yet an undeniable satisfaction.
Within seconds, the sensually ripened doctor stood completely naked before the three eager youngsters and the fourth almost casual observer. Never in her life had she felt so vulnerable, so helpless. There was nothing to protect her lushly formed body from the boys' leering gazes. She felt their eyes moving to the high-set mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts, dropping hungrily lower to the flat plane of her belly, and then to the little triangular pattern of silken pussy-hair up between her long smooth thighs. Yet, even in the midst of her very helplessness and vulnerability, she derived a secret excitement that was undeniable. It made resistance seem all the more hopeless, and she took a curious satisfaction in the knowledge that she could not have refused the boys what they wanted, even if she'd had the will to. She was their slave, just as much as she was a slave to her own unnatural lust, and, in that vulnerability, her consciousness seemed to rise to a dream state, a state of distorted reality which only further heightened her susceptibility to the unwanted passion that had begun to consume her.
As she stood before them, totally naked, trembling with mingled fear and anticipation, even their voices came to her as unreal sounds.
"Wow! I never seen a body like hers, not even in a magazine!"
"Yeah. I saw my mother naked once, but her body wasn't anything like Dr. Wards'."
"Who get to be first to fuck her?"
"Let me go first."
"No, I want to."
"Cool it, both of you. Michael goes first."
That was the first voice Mary even had the presence of mind to recognize. It was Jimmy Wilson's. And, somehow, in her critical dream-like state, she seized upon Michael's name as the symbol of what she had once felt was the bond of trust between them. She looked desperately over at the young boy, who still sat on the bed, now reclining languidly against the bedstead. This was the closest she had come to protesting since they had begun to take her clothes off: that one beseeching look at the young boy who was responsible for her present situation. But, when she saw the nonchalant expression with which he met her pleading gaze, she knew she could expect no support from him.
"You guys go ahead," Michael said with a shrug. "I can fuck her any time I want."
Mary sucked her breath in softly, lowering her eyes with resignation.
Her expression didn't even register it when Michael added, "You go first, Jimmy. This was really your idea anyway." Then as she heard Willy Bates' and Johnny Mitchell's soft grumbles of protest, she looked up helplessly at the muscular youngster who stood fully clothed before her. "All right, Jimmy," she said, managing just a flicker of a smile on her moistened lips. "Why don't you get undressed?"
Jimmy grinned, staring straight into Mary's eyes until she felt compelled to look away from the sheer force of his gaze.
Then the leering youngster dropped his eyes slowly to her straining breasts, crested by the already rigidly peaked little nipples, then lower to the softly inviting nakedness of her defenseless thighs. In spite of everything she'd already been through, Mary felt a little shiver pass through her body from the animal hunger of the young boy's gaze.
Then he looked back at her face, his smile broadening.
"Not so fast, doctor. Johnny and Willy have a lot to learn before they're going to be ready to take on a full-grown woman like you. And you and I are going to show them." Then he reached his arm quickly around her back and started to lead her toward the bed. "Tell me, Dr. Ward, have you ever had your pussy eaten?"
Mary stiffened in shock at that lewdly challenging remark. She had never hear such an outrageous suggestion in her life, and the fact that Jimmy would say something like that to her, the school doctor, in front of three other youngsters, was so appalling that she could hardly accept it without protest. But she seemed to have lost her voice. It was just too much with the others watching, and she could think of nothing to say in reply.
"Well, I'm going to show you what it feels like to get really hot. Lay down on the bed and spread your thighs real wide so I can lick your sweet little cunt."
That was more than Mary could take. In a sudden movement, she pulled away from Jimmy and whirled around, looking about with the wild eyes of a trapped animal at the four boys who gazed feverishly back at her.
"No," she gasped. "No, Jimmy. You can make love to me, but I won't submit to that while others are watching!"
Motionless, except for the trembling of her own naked body, Mary watched, wide-eyed, as the boy approached her.
"Don't touch me!" she gasped.
Mary retreated one more step, then found the backs of her naked thighs pressed against the edge of the bed so that she could retreat no further. During the brief instant before Jimmy was upon her, she was able to conjure in her mind a vision of the obscene act he proposed. And she felt her legs go weak from the mere thought of it. She had never ever let a man do anything like that to her in her life. It was unnatural, depraved, perverted, and she just couldn't submit to it. She would have done almost anything else the boys asked, but not that in public.
But, with her thighs against the bed, she realized that she was trapped, with no hope of escape. This was but another act of depravity and akin to all the other immoral things that she had already done, that they had already heard in the tapes. With a sigh, she dropped to her back on the bed, landing with her thighs slightly parted.
Staring up in surprise, frozen again to immobility by her own shock and dismay, Mary watched Jimmy drop to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands seizing her thighs, holding them apart as he lowered his face to the warm flesh up between her legs. His hot tongue flicked into her navel as he bent over her, sending an unwanted electric chill darting up and down the whole length of her spine, while his chin nuzzled down into the soft blonde curls of pussy hair that covered her vaginal mound.
Mary thought she was making at least a feeble effort to wriggle away from the aggressive young boy. But it was like one of those dreams where repeated attempts to perform the simplest tasks become inexplicably futile, and she found herself unable to even close her thighs as the boy dropped his face down between them and moved his lips closer to the entrance of her defenseless little pussy.
A muffled groan rose in Mary's throat, and convulsive spasms jerked in her thighs and stomach as she felt Jimmy press his lips down lightly into the thin strands of hair over the crest of her pubic mound. She shivered with an unknown fear from his touch, but the suddenly heated contact of his tongue on her naked flesh nonetheless caused a flutter of delight to course over her squirming body. She shuddered again as his agile tongue traced downward through the sparse dark curls of her pussy hair. Then his hands moved up into the warmth between her widespread thighs to stroke through the little fringed curls and come into sudden titillating contact with the erotically tingling lips of her pussy. The helpless doctor sobbed an unheeded protest as she felt his thumbs pull her most sensitive flesh apart to expose to his gaze the warm inviting secrets of her cunt. When he blew his breath softly into the forbidden orifice, she almost cried out aloud from the sheer sensation.
"Don't you want me to eat your pussy, doctor?" Jimmy asked between Mary's thighs.
"Nooooo!" she cried in desperation.
"Well, I'm going to. I'm going to eat your sweet little cunt until you're begging for it:"
"Noooo," Mary begged. "Please don't do it to me with the others watching us. Please come back later alone."
Then her whole body jerked as Jimmy's tongue flicked suddenly outward to find electrifying contact with the vibrating little bud of her clitoris. Gasping and trembling with unwanted desire, she raised her head up from the mattress, staring down in abject horror between her quivering breasts at the young boy's lust-strained face hovering so closely to her defenselessly exposed cunt. It was too depraved for words, and she didn't know if she could bear the humiliating ordeal he was about to subject her to. But she was totally helpless to resist. Her love-starved body was begging to betray her and she couldn't bring herself to fight back. The moist pink flesh of her naked vagina was presented to Jimmy's leering eyes in sacrifice, and Mary lay trembling beneath him on the mattress, watching in complete helplessness as his tongue menacingly circled his lips in preparation for the perverted ravishment he intended.
Out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw that both Johnny Mitchell and Willy Bates had moved even closer to watch this lewd scene, their eyes filled with the feverish excitement of their own anticipation. With a deliberate outward movement of his thumbs, Jimmy drew the fleshy pink lips of her cunt even further apart to better expose the softly glistening inner flesh of her pussy. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down to swipe the full length of his tongue all the way up the length of her already wetly throbbing cuntal slit.
"I'm going to eat you like you've never been eaten before," taunted Jimmy, his words muffled between Mary's naked thighs.
"I've never been eaten before!" Mary protested, shaking her head to toss her long blonde hair over her softly rounded shoulders.
"Then it's time you tried it."
Another desperate sob arose from Mary's throat, and her buttocks jerked in a sudden convulsive movement, grinding down hard in the mattress beneath her to escape the maddening attack as Jimmy's tongue flicked again from his mouth to lick slowly up and down her wildly quivering pussy lips.
Then, as she continued to writhe and moan in protest, he sucked softly to draw the wantonly throbbing bud of her clitoris right into his mouth, nibbling at it with the tips of his teeth until Mary cried out in shame and forbidden delight, and another lewd spasm shook her nakedly writhing body.
"Oooooh! Ohhhh!" the aroused young school doctor moaned, hardly able to believe what was happening to her, yet unable to deny the lust-inciting sensation of Jimmy's tongue on her hotly pulsating cunt. It was too obscene, and she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the lascivious attack, her head still raised from the mattress to watch in horrified fascination as his face pushed down even harder against her already moistened pubic hair.
Then, as another shudder of unwanted response darted through her body, she dropped her head helplessly back onto the mattress, lunging her buttocks up in a spontaneous motion of unmitigated lust. She now found herself unable to further resist the delicious currents of lewd excitement that surged through her loins from the wanton sucking and licking, as Jimmy began to feast in earnest on her defenseless cuntal flesh. She moaned distantly, closing her eyes to blot out the sight of the two other boys who had crowded even closer to the bed in order to watch the humiliating attack.
Little wisps of forbidden pleasure began to swell deep in Mary's belly from the teasing sensation of the young boy's tongue fucking wetly in and out of her quivering cuntal softness. Her full sensual breasts jiggled on her writhing torso as her naked body began to respond in spite of all the inherent perversion in the depraved act she was submitting to. Her sensitivity heightened by the tense emotional strain, Mary's eagerly throbbing pussy was acting of its own volition. No matter how much she disapproved of this obscene act, no matter how guilty she might feel later for having allowed Jimmy to do it to her, she could no longer deny the warped pleasure she derived from it.
Again the school doctor lifted her head, staring deliriously down between her heaving breasts at Jimmy's young head bobbing between her thighs. "Oh. Ohhh!" she purred in obvious delight, beginning a rhythmic hunching motion of her buttocks on the bed, as the little tremors of rapture darted out over every single inch of her tingling flesh. Gradually, she was beginning to shed her inhibitions, to respond with wanton and greedy abandon to the lascivious use this young boy was making of her pussy. At last, with a final whimper of submission, Mary dropped her hands down the length of her writhing torso to run her fingers eagerly into the young boy's hair, pulling his face even tighter to her hungrily squirming cunt.
Never in her life had Mary believed that a woman would be able to respond with such an act almost in public as the one Jimmy was inflicting upon her. It was too humiliating, too much, but she couldn't help herself. Her lust had completely over come her, and she sobbed out her surrender in an incessant stream of obscene pleadings as she felt his tongue thrusting again and again up into the most sensitive inner reaches of her quivering vaginal flesh. Her hips jerked and lunged in lewd abandon as the little shivers of ecstasy coursed at rapid intervals out from her lust-tortured cunt to saturate every inch of her now softly perspiring flesh. Then, in an even more impulsive gesture, she dropped her hands from Jimmy's hair, reaching down beneath his arms to pull him up onto her wantonly squirming body.
"All right," she sobbed in a defeated voice. "All right, Jimmy. That's enough. You win. Just fuck me. Fuck me right now."
Gasping for breath, Jimmy raised his head to stare in triumph up the sweat glistening flesh of the lovely school doctor's nakedly twisting body, peering between the quivering mounds of her breasts to her flushed, desire-tortured face. But, in spite of his youth, he was physically stronger than she, and Mary was unable to succeed in pulling him up on top of her against his will. She could do nothing but stare back at him helplessly, pleading, going out of her mind with the sensations that were almost overpowering her.
"Go on, Jimmy," Johnny Mitchell urged from the end of the bed. "Go on and fuck her so I can have my turn."
"Yes," Mary said softly. "Come on and fuck me."
She dropped her hands from the young boy's body, and shifted to a reclining position, extending her arms above her head to arch the lustfully swollen mounds of her breasts even more ripely.
"All right," Jimmy said, standing up and beginning to remove his clothes.
Mary watched with bated breath as the young boy quickly stripped off his clothes. Then she almost gasped aloud at the sight of his already fully erected penis. He was really well-endowed. He had obviously matured very quickly, and the enormous throbbing hardness that stood up between his thighs was almost twice as big as Michael's. In fact, Mary found it almost hard to believe she would even be able to take it in the tightness of her vagina. It was even larger than her former fiance's. Yet, even the surge of fear that swelled in her breast at the thought of being stretched and impaled by Jimmy's enormous shaft of cock-flesh did nothing to temper her wantonly demanding need. She would take it, even if it hurt her. She had to have it after everything Jimmy had already put her through.
"Now," Jimmy said. "Turn over."
"What?" Mary gasped, staring up at the boy in confusion.
Jimmy grinned. "Turn over. And kneel up, facing the foot of the bed." "But ... but why?" Mary managed in a quivering voice, unable to even imagine what further subjugation Jimmy had in store for her before he would give her what her body now demanded against her own will.
"But ... but I don't understand," Mary whimpered in despair, starting slowly to shift about on the bed and roll onto her belly to helplessly expose her naked buttocks to the four boys' hungry gazes.
"Dog fashion, doctor. Haven't you ever done it dog fashion?"
"No. No. Please!"
"Do you want to get fucked or not?" Even in her present state of all consuming lust, Mary hesitated for the briefest instant before she nodded, saying nothing, and turned completely onto her stomach. Then, slowly she pulled her legs up beneath her body to arch her nakedly rounded buttocks in lewd invitation in the air. She closed her eyes, a tremor passing through her when she felt the bed sag from Jimmy's weight as the young boy positioned himself behind her.
It was the most humiliating position in the entire repertoire of sexual positions. Mary had never felt so shamed and degraded in her whole life. But there was nothing she could do to resist. She couldn't control her perverted desire, and she would have submitted to almost anything this youthful athlete demanded of her at this point.
"Come on, Jimmy," Mary heard one of the eager boys, whom she now faced, urge. Then her body stiffened as Jimmy positioned himself behind her. A little shiver of apprehension coursed up her spine as she felt his hands seize her buttocks and rock her slightly backwards. He shifted, moving forward, and a low hiss arose in her throat, as she felt the bulbous head of his thick rigid penis prod up between her thighs from behind to make contact with the saliva-moistened slit of her pussy.
"Oooooh!" Mary moaned in a combination of fear and need from the searing pressure on the naked softness of her defenseless pussy. She waited breathlessly as the muscular teenager held himself poised behind her for a moment. Then an even wilder shudder went through her body as he pushed forward, and she felt just the head of his oversized cock push between the tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined cuntal slit.
"Like it?" he asked roughly.
The submissively kneeling doctor didn't answer. A choked sob rose in her throat from the stabbing pain, as the young boy's enormous penis wormed its way slowly up into her tight vaginal softness, his hotly throbbing shaft thrusting aside the resistance of her tight clasping cuntal walls. Her entire body quivered, and she attempted to crawl forward in retreat form the searing sensation of the entry. "Do you like it?" Jimmy asked again.
"Yes! Yes, I like it!" Mary cried spontaneously without even thinking, emitting another deep groan as, with a sudden motion, she screwed her trembling buttocks backward, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly shut as she took everything Jimmy had until she was completely impaled. She felt his genital sac slap softly against her nakedly proffered buttocks, and the weight of his muscular young body sagged heavily on top of her in the debasing dog position.
Mary had never been so filled in her life. Her pussy was stretched tight by the surging hardness that filled it. For an extended moment, she was afraid to even move.
"All right, doctor," Jimmy said, at last, behind her. "Now, I'm going to give you the fucking of your life."
"Yes," Mary sobbed out her final surrender. "Yes Jimmy. Go on and fuck me wild!"
"Wait a second!"
Michael's voice snapped Mary back out of her dream world of lascivious bliss and anticipation, and she looked up at the boy in shock as he dropped off the edge of the bed and stood up authoritatively.
"All right, just a minute," he ordered. "Willy, Dr. Ward is going to suck you off while Jimmy's fucking her from behind."
"What?" Willy asked, bursting into a red blush.
"Pull down your pants," Michael ordered imperiously. "You heard what I said."
The embarrassed teenager nonetheless wasted no time at all. As the cock-impaled school doctor watched in helpless shock, the shy boy dropped his trousers and quickly stepped out of them, pulling down his jockey shorts to reveal the already lustfully straining shaft of his small erect penis.
As Mary narrowed her eyes in shame and lust, Willy stepped cautiously up to the edge of the bed.
"Go on, Willy," Michael urged. "Don't be scared. She wants it. She wants you to fuck her in the mouth."
At that moment, Jimmy began to fuck ruthlessly into the school doctor from behind. In her breathless state of abandoned excitement, she was only dimly aware that little Willy Bates was every bit as embarrassed and afraid as she was, and it was this fact which enabled her to go through with this next shameless act. The shy fourteen year old's vulnerability seemed to tap a source of emotion in her that was previously unknown. She found herself somehow wanting to please Willy, and, forgetting her own pride, Mary flicked her tongue wetly out to moisten her full pouting lips, beckoning the young boy forward with a sultry, inviting gaze.
Still moaning from the combined pleasure and pain caused by the energetic fucking she was getting from behind, Mary reached with a trembling hand to seize the smoothly heated rod of flesh that loomed up toward her face. At her urging, Willy took another short step forward until his thighs were pressed against the foot of the bed. Then the school doctor ovaled her sensuously moistened lips, leaning quickly forward to take just the pulsing little cock-head into her mouth.
Willy groaned, his whole body shuddering in delight as the school doctor began to suck him. He could hardly even believe the salacious sight of Dr. Ward kneeling so subserviently on the bed before him, her long blonde hair spilling down over his bare thighs, her soft warm lips pursed around the throbbing shaft of his cock, and her tongue swiping in smooth strokes up and down the resiliently straining flesh, causing his hips to jerk and hunch in spasmodic reflex from the titillating sensation.
From his vantage point behind the undulating brunette, Jimmy was now fucking the school doctor with all his might, at the same time watching Willy, grinning at him in amusement and encouragement, while the bashful smaller youngster could not even meet Jimmy's eyes. He had never been so embarrassed in his life, but he wouldn't have stopped what he was doing for anything in the world. Willy had never even kissed a girl, and the school doctor's wanton sucking of his cock was even more exciting than anything he'd ever experienced in his dreams.
For Mary, everything had become a jumble. She heard the boys' exclamations of excitement and gloating triumph, their strained and hasted breathing. She felt their frenzied motions, the lewd thrusting of their cocks into her two respective orifices. She was buffeted helplessly between them, clawed and pawed simultaneously by two pairs of hands which she could no longer even distinguish. And it all blended together, a surreal montage of lust, humiliation, and wanton masochistic bliss. Jimmy's extended and powerful assault on her helplessly offered cunt had completely destroyed her will to resist. She could already feel the electric current beginning to flow throughout her wantonly excited flesh, and she knew it wouldn't be long now before she got the satisfaction she so desperately needed.
She sucked ravenously at Willy's lust-inflamed cock, hungering for the fresh tasting cum she knew was going to spurt very soon from his hotly twitching little rod of flesh. At the same time, she hunched and bucked her buttocks furiously back against Jimmy's loins, taking the throbbing rigidity of his cock deeper and deeper up into the tender flesh of her aching pussy, relishing the stinging slaps of his stomach and thighs against her proffered asscheeks, and craving the obscenely jolting thrusts that shook her whole writhing body. She was being used in the lewdest manner possible by the two boys simultaneously, ravished between them like a rag doll, and she loved it.
Then the voice of Johnny Mitchell, who stood watching beside the bed, only reminded Mary that this was the beginning. "Hey guys. Come on, hurry up."
"She still got two hands," Michael said. "Drop your trousers and let her jack you off while you're waiting your turn."
Only a muffled whimper of protest issued from Mary's lips at that suggestion of even further humiliation. She couldn't speak in defense of herself. Her mouth was filled with the rigid little cock pistoning in and out between her wetly rounded lips toward the back of her throat. Her face was helplessly buried in Willy Bates' pubic hair, and in his excitement the normally shy teenager was beginning to reveal latent aggression. He had seized Mary's long blonde hair, and now held her face firmly between his widespread legs, guiding the bobbing movements of her head to the ultimate satisfaction of his own need, in complete disregard for her feelings as a human being. And she had no alternative to continued submission, even as she felt Johnny seize her left wrist and draw her arm outward to place her hand in sudden contact on the hard shaft of his own lewdly erected penis. Instinctively, Mary wrapped her fingers around the resilient rod of hot young flesh, and this added physical contact, insignificant compared to the wild sensations she derived from the lewd skewering her palpitating little pussy was receiving from behind and the obscene use of her mouth from in front, nonetheless had a symbolic value. It demonstrated the complete depravity to which she'd sunk, and it only served to further impress upon her lust-tortured mind the sheer helplessness of her situation. Then, at Johnny's urging, she began to work her wrist back and forth, softly caressing the sensitive flesh of his hard-swollen cock in time with the bobbing movement of her mouth around Willy's swollen cock, and the wild gyrations of her nakedly upthrust buttocks against the boy who fucked into her from behind. It was at that time that she underwent the final humiliation as Michael moved up to the other side of the bed, took her other hand, and placed it on h is own erectly throbbing penis.
"This is the way it all really began anyway, isn't it, Doctor Ward?" he asked derisively.
Mary didn't even answer. She couldn't, because at that very instant, she felt Willy stiffen in front of her, his hands dropping from her hair to her ears to pin her face even more helplessly against his wildly twitching cock-flesh as he shoved forward with a mighty thrust.
"Uh-oh," the young teenager gasped in a strained voice, "I think I'm going to cum."
"Go ahead," Michael said, the urgency in his voice reflecting his own building lust.
"Cum in her mouth. She likes that too."
Mary was still powerless to express her own feelings. She could do nothing but continue the wanton sucking along the virilely throbbing penis that violated her lips.
An instant later, the first hot spurts of sweet tasting cum came rushing up the length of Willy's jerking young cock and spewed into her mouth. Mary sobbed and whimpered around the surging shaft, making obscene gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed his spluttering stream of hot liquid, her Adam's apple bobbing swiftly up and down. She sucked hungrily, tightening her lips around the base of the young boy's cock to prevent herself from losing a single drop of the life-giving sperm. She swallowed it all, continuing her ravenous sucking until the lust-crazed adolescent had spurted the last droplet of his burning load of sperm into her mouth, and his little penis began to slowly deflate. Then Willy's hands dropped from her ears, and after a moment his already limp cock slipped from her mouth and he stepped back from the bed.
"O.K.," Johnny gasped. "I'm going to fuck her in the mouth, too."
As Jimmy Wilson continued to wrack her body with his frenzied driving strokes from behind, Johnny freed his own surging penis shaft from Mary's protesting grasp, and moved around in front of the bed. With a deep animal groan, Mary reached up to seize his hotly pulsing hardness and bend it down toward her lips, taking it hungrily into her mouth, still slippery from the cum the first youngster had spewed so ruthlessly between her lips. Then she reached her hand around the boy's naked buttocks to pull his lust-swollen cock deeper into her greedily sucking mouth.
Behind her Jimmy groaned suddenly and unleashed a series of mad staccato lunges that shoved Mary forward until her face was completely buried in Johnny's loins. She felt Jimmy's long hard penis twitch and throb even harder up into the most sensitive depths of her vagina, and she knew he was going to cum very quickly.
At the same time she could already feel the first distant flutters beginning in her own belly.
"Ooooooh wow!" Johnny gasped as the school nurse began to suck hungrily on his cock, working her face back and forth to draw her lips in rhythmic movements up and down the full length of the resiliency straining shaft of flesh. "I don't know if I can hold it," he gasped suddenly in despair.
Mary had no way of communicating to the young boy that there was no further need to hold it. Jimmy was going to cum. Already she hovered on the brink of climax. And it seemed only fitting that Johnny should time his own orgasm with theirs.
A moment later it began. In spite of the pulsating cock-head that filled her mouth, Mary managed a muffled whimper of joy as she felt the shattering waves begin to flow swiftly through her violated pussy. Jimmy grunted in ecstasy, his hands clawing at the kneeling school teacher's back, his eyes riveted on her naked proffered ass-cheeks where he could see his wetly glistening cock sawing in and out of her tight quivering cuntal lips. But still he held back as long as he could. Then, a shudder wracking his body, he abandoned his restraint.
Mary's body buckled helplessly before Jimmy's series of wracking lunges as he began to spurt his own devastating load of semen deep up into her ravished pussy. Her hand still clung tightly to Michael's hard throbbing little cock, but she no longer had the presence of mind to jack him off. She was in a dream state of delirium from the lewd degradation she was being subjected to. Jimmy was shooting off in her vagina and at the same time Johnny Mitchell's cock began to twitch and jerk in her saliva-filled mouth as he released his own hotly squirting load of sperm.
And now Mary's whole body began to jerk and writhe in spontaneous contortions between the two naked young boys. Massive chills of excitement shot madly up the length of her spine, and low hums of passionate and servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her throat. She bucked and arched her body, quivering in a frenzy of passion, grinding her hips furiously back against Jimmy's loins, as the waves of orgasm saturated deeper into her body, and out over every inch of her softly perspiring flesh.
It seemed to go on and on forever, an endless pageant of shame, ecstasy and orgasm. Then at last Mary felt Jimmy's perspiration-soaked body sag down on her back. An instant later, Johnny leaned forward in exhaustion against the end of the bed, his penis slowly deflating in her still hungrily sucking mouth. As Mary dropped to a reclining position on her stomach on the bed, her hand slipping from Michael's rigid cock, little shivers of rapture continued to flow at intervals through her body.
At last Jimmy withdrew, rolling over onto his back, lying still for a moment. Then Mary stiffened as she heard the exhausted youngster say, "Well, Mikey, I guess it's your turn now."
Mary had almost forgotten about Michael. She had never felt so fucked, so cum-filled ... or so satisfied in her whole life. And she didn't know how in the world she could take on another youngster after everything she had been through. But she knew there was no use in protesting. After everything else Michael had subjected her to today, she knew he wouldn't be denied his own pleasure.
Lying motionless, still on her belly, Mary took advantage of the few moments of rest as Michael hastened out of his clothing. She turned her face, looking up at the once innocent student with narrowed eyes, as he climbed up onto the bed beside her. Then, as she started to roll over, he roughly shoved her back onto her belly, and quickly started to mount her from behind.
"Oh, Michael," Mary said feebly through her still restrained breathing. "Don't do it to me like that. Don't you fuck me dog fashion, too!"
"I'm not going to fuck you dog fashion, Doctor Ward," Michael said, lowering his body down between her thighs from behind.
Then Mary's buttocks jerked in a spontaneous spasm as he reached between her thighs to place his fingers in the already obscenely lubricated slit of her cunt. When his fingers were thoroughly moistened with her vaginal juices, he began to spread the slickly flowing moisture up over the sensitive separating membrane onto the puckered little hole of her anus.
"I'm going to do something you'll like even better. I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
Through the dull haze of her sated senses, Mary began to grasp the meaning of what Michael had just said. Mary's eyes jerked open in surprise, meeting the equally surprised faces of the other three naked boys. A spontaneous shudder of fear shook the voluptuous, blonde doctor's body beneath the determined boy. Michael had been thinking about fucking her this way ever since she had forced him to stick his finger in her ass-hole yesterday. Now he was going to derive an immense satisfaction from the fact that, after the three other boys had ravished her in various ways this evening, he was going to be able to do something really far out, something to maintain his hard-earned sexual supremacy.
Mary could not believe what she had heard. It was too wildly perverted to even think about. It was impossible that a boy of Michael's age could have been so driven by his need to lower her to the most depraved level, to punish her for what she had done to him in the last few days, as to think of committing an act of such incredible obscenity. It was sodomy.
But he had made it clear in totally blunt terms what it was he wanted to do. For a moment, Mary froze into a shocked immobility. Then an anguished cry escaped from her throat as she felt the pressure on her tight anal orifice increase and Michael's finger burrowed suddenly into the tightly puckered little orifice. She lurched forward, her whole nakedly kneeling body trembling from the fiery stimulation, as the searing penetration continued.
"Aaaaaaghh! Uuuuuuuuuggghhhh!" Mary groaned as Michael's middle finger burrowed up into her rectum despite all her attempts to clench her buttocks and close the forbidden hole to his painful assault. The deadly serious youngster sank his finger to the first knuckle, then continued the hot piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up into her tightly clenched rectum, until there was nothing she could do to resist.
"Oh Michael, please," Mary moaned. "Don't do that. Anything, but don't do that."
"You'll love it," Michael said above her. "Just like you loved everything else I've done to you."
Gasping from the wanton invasion of her heretofore unviolated anus, Mary dropped her face down to the mattress in despair, tears of shame filling her eyes while Michael continued the searing probes of his finger into the hot spongy flesh up between her defenseless ass-cheeks. She heard the other boys' exclamations of excitement and surprise as distant, unreal sounds. It was all too insane! Not even they could believe Michael was really serious. But Mary knew there was no escape, and with resignation, prepared to submit to this final degradation.
Then she almost screamed as she felt the youngster begin to draw his finger out of her resisting anal passage, which now seemed to cling to the intruder in protest in spite of the sharp pain it had caused. The blonde woman moaned even more desperately as Michael's finger was replaced by the throbbing head of his hard little penis.
Mary sobbed and grunted, her voluptuous body lurching forward as she felt the blood-filled cock suddenly pressing up against the tightly resisting little opening, and then begin to worm relentlessly inward. The sharp white pain caused new tears to rush to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks, and she shivered and trembled, lifting her head to stare pleadingly at the three boys who were now gathered close around the bed to watch. But she saw in their excited faces that she would get no help, or even sympathy, from them.
"Kneel up," Michael said.
"No," Mary answered, shaking her head from side to side as the teenager rammed even harder against her defenseless buttocks, and his small shaft of cock-flesh surged even further upward, deeper and deeper into her cringing anal opening.
"Come on. Kneel! It won't hurt as bad that way," Michael said. '"It's just a question of physics."
In spite of her pain Mary almost laughed. Michael would always be an intellectual, she thought. But then as he flexed his virile little penis far up inside her, sending a new stab of pain to wrack her body, she whimpered softly and did his bidding, pulling her knees up beneath her heavily swaying breasts, and thrusting her naked buttocks high in the air in almost the same position she'd assumed when Jimmy had fucked her in the humiliating dog-fashion position. And with an even deeper groan, she took the shaft of Michael's penis all the way to the hilt between her helplessly skewered asscheeks. Hopelessly impaled now, she had taken the entire length of Michael's hard pulsing cock all the way to the most sensitive depths of her rectum, and she knew at least the worst pain was over.
Again Michael flexed his penis deep inside her warmly resisting rectal channel, causing new shudders of erotic pleasure to ripple out over her trembling body. Mary dropped her face back down to rest on her hands. She'd never felt so helpless in her life, but it wasn't as bad as she'd expected. The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her ass-cheeks, and she could feel the tight little sac that held Michael's cum-filled testicles slap teasingly against the sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing cunt.
"God, it's tight," Michael gasped. "It feels so good, I'm not going to be able to hold it back very long."
"That's all right, Michael," Mary sobbed in encouragement. "Cum in my ass-hole, darling. Cum right up in it!"
The young boy gradually began to fuck harder against her helplessly proffered ass-cheeks. She groaned, gritting her teeth, as the raw stimulation almost blanked her mind. But slowly her cries of agony and protest started to evolve, transforming finally into mewls of forbidden pleasure as Michael fucked deeper and deeper into the hot depths of her yielding anal passage.
For a few moments longer Mary was in limbo, a part of her wanting Michael to achieve his climax quickly and cease his merciless assault, another part of her beginning to cry out for more and more of the wonderfully depraved sensation. Compared to this crude anal impalement, everything else she had done before now seemed insignificant. A hidden masochistic need was responding against all her wishes to the pain and humiliation Michael was inflicting upon her. The sheer sensation was more than she could bear and though she feared she would forever lose all respect for herself as a result, her lewdly undulating body was beginning to respond in a way that could not be denied.
Then, as Michael moved his hand down the front of her body between her thighs to tweak the ultra-sensitive bud of her clitoris, Mary sobbed dejectedly, and in a spontaneous response, rocked her nakedly impaled buttocks backwards, taking the slender shaft of Michael's virile young cock even deeper into her rectum, beginning to fuck and jerk in earnest back against his hotly thrusting penis. Her submissively kneeling body began to writhe in lewd abandon to the electric pain/pleasure stimulus of the obscene skewering of her anus, responding, even encouraging the assault by the fourteen year old boy.
"God," Jimmy Wilson gasped. "Look at Doctor Ward go! She likes it! She even likes ass-hole fucking!"
"Wow," Willy Bates said. "She'll do anything, won't she?"
Behind the blonde's wildly bucking ass-cheeks, Michael grunted even more excitedly to Doctor Ward's sudden unexpected response, increasing the depth of his own wracking thrusts until he was unleashing the full fury of his adolescent lust with a series of mighty strokes deep up into the tightness of her contracting anus. Simultaneously, he shoved his finger far up into the frantically quivering depths of her cunt, and increasing the friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over the bobbing bud of her clitoris. Already he could feel the cum begin to well within his balls, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost all control. But he was determined to hold off as long as possible. He was beginning to realize that Doctor Ward might be able to attain an orgasm from even this perverted variation of sexual intercourse, and he knew that would make his triumph complete.
Then suddenly Mary gave out a series of desperate animal groans. The contrasting sensations in her two separately ravaged orifices was finally becoming enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish between right and wrong, pain and pleasure, and her nakedly squirming body shuddered as ecstatic waves of all consuming delight arched out again and again over her sensually writhing flesh.
"Aaaaahhhh! Michael! Fuck harder, I'm cumming!" she wailed. Behind her Michael groaned and began a series of violent thrusts as the first hot rush of sperm welled up from his balls and into the convulsing depths of the school doctor's lewdly violated rectum. At the same time, he intensified the rapid finger-fucking of her tortured cunt and the tormenting caresses with his finger over the quivering little bud of her clitoris. And as he continued his jolting thrusts, Mary mewled without restraint from the shattering waves of ecstasy that engulfed her. At last there was nothing left but the wildly consuming passion of release.
And as she bucked and hunched beneath Michael's last wracking lunges, the sweet spewing semen of his orgasm suddenly filled her rectum, flooding and lubricating the passage until at last it overflowed in thin white hot streams that ran down her inner thighs. She screamed out another orgasm with what sounded like her dying breath and dropped limply forward to the mattress below.
CHAPTER SIX
The three figures were nestled comfortably in the beg bed, dozing contentedly after their delightful exertions of the afternoon. Dr. Ward and her two adolescent lovers, Michael and Willy, had been enjoying themselves in her private residence once again, and as the relaxed and contented doctor slowly opened her eyes she could not help but reflect on the events of the past few weeks.
It seemed like much longer than only two weeks since that beautiful night when Michael had brought his three friends over to her bungalow and forced her, they thought anyway, she mused, to do to her what they wished. She had been shattered when Michael had first played her the tape that his friend Jimmy Wilson had recorded of the first time that Michael had fucked her. Her heart had almost been broken by his apparent callousness. And during the two weeks since, they had tempted her to engage in further and even more daring sexual acts with them.
And yet, she no longer thought of it as bad. For in spite of everything, the woman doctor had responded sexually. In her helplessness, she had achieved a freedom she had never experienced with her older ex-fiance, a freedom to respond, to feel, to experience totally without a thought of restraint. And Mary had come to love these little boys.
Michael, always the intellectual, had become something of a teacher to her. Apparently he had done a lot of reading on the subject of sex, and he had taught her things in bed that she had never dreamed about. He was a stern young master there was no getting around that. But he had become an expert lover, and Mary felt more for him than anyone else in the world.
She knew it was only a matter of time before they would be discovered and she would have to leave Lexingville School. In the days, they often locked the infirmary or her residence door as they had done to today, so they could satisfy their spontaneous urges to take advantage of the attractions between themselves. And one of those days they would be discovered.
Mary was lost in her languid reveries when she heard the unmistakable energetic sound of Jimmy Wilson's footsteps approach her door and his triple-knock signal. She woke the sleeping boys who were nestled closely on either side of her warm body.
"It's time for us to get up and get dressed, sweethearts," she said. "We can't keep my door locked all day."
She got up and quickly put on her skirt and lab coat so that she could let Jimmy Wilson in.
"Dr. Ward, Dr. Ward, something terrible's happened," cried Jimmy as he hurried into the room. Mary had anticipated this moment, and she did not have to guess what he was carrying in his hand. It was a tape. "Dr. Ward, the whole school was listening to it over the school inter-com. I don't know what could have happened. One of the boys must have put it in front of the microphone in the main office. It went to all the classrooms!"
It was a copy of the tape Jimmy had made on the say Michael had lost his virginity.
Mary felt a constricting tightness in her throat, and for a moment she though she was going to cry. Then, gaining control of herself, she turned to Michael.
"Michael? How did they get ahold of the tape? I thought you said no one else would see it."
Inexplicably, Michael grinned in an almost self-congratulatory manner. "Well, you see, Dr. Ward, it's kind of difficult to explain. I did the best job I could of keeping your secret. But sometimes the boys would tease me too much, still thinking I was just your little lab assistant and all, so I would have to play them the tape just to keep my image, you know. Now everybody knows in the whole school. One of the guys must have taken it without me noticing it."
Something in Michael's demeanor was disturbing to Mary. She could tell that he was secretly glad that the tape had been made public. The boy was amazingly cold-blooded, after all they had been through together. But she had known that for quite a while now. She knew to expect nothing else from him. Perhaps she even deserved it. But Michael had changed the direction of her whole life, and she knew she would always love him for that.
She reached out and ran her fingers lightly through Michael's hair. "Well, I guess this is the end of the line, boys," she said softly. She managed a smile, even as she felt a few tears begin to course down her soft cheeks. "Would you help me pack and get to the bus station? I don't think I want to be around when the principal hears about what's happened."
"Sure," Michael said. "Come on, you guys. Let's get started."
Mary knew that her life would never be the same as before. And she was secretly glad. No matter where she went, her knowledge of her own sensual nature would never again be denied. And this had become the most important thing. She burst into peals of abandoned laughter as she helped the boys throw her things in her waiting suitcases....
