Chapter 1
"But, Mrs. Merrill-why do I have to take my clothes off?" thirteen-year-old Danny Pollard asked as the school nurse put away her thermometer.
"Because a sore throat can be a symptom of many things, and I must give you a complete examination," Paula replied, lifting a lock of wavy dark hair away from her check. She gazed warmly at the fresh-faced boy, "Just step in back of that screen. You can leave your briefs on. Come out when you're ready."
Danny blushed as he moved behind the screen. The pretty nurse should have blushed, also, because she was about to break a rule of her profession: She wasn't supposed to give diagnostic examinations.
But Danny was such a cute little boy, she thought-so sweet and innocent!
Paula paced her small office nervously, her rounded buttocks swiveling in her snug white uniform. Her pulse speeded up. She felt a tickly sensation along the soft, hair-fringed slit of her pussy.
"Are you about ready, dear?" she called, her voice, huskier than before. "Y-yeah," Danny replied. 'Then come on out."
The brown-haired youth stepped timidly into view, wearing white stretchy underwear. His lean chest was hairless as were his slender legs.
Paula's eyes flicked over him, and a liquidness came into them. A smile curved her wide rosy lips.
"Now just stand in front of me," she said, and sank into a low stool. She lifted one long, tapering leg over the other, causing her skirt to glide back. That exposed the dark band at the top of the stocking on her elevated thigh.
"Don't be bashful, Danny," she said. "I am a nurse, after all."
She fitted a stethoscope in her ears and, though she was supposed to use the instrument only for recording blood pressures, she placed its end against the boy's chest. The neckline of her uniform gaped as she leaned forward, permitting the youth to gaze down at her full, cream-toned titties.
Danny squirmed. The nurse moved the stethoscope around, supposedly listening to his heart and lungs. But there was nothing for Paula to hear, because she could tell just by looking at him that he was perfectly normal. He only had a minor throat infection which would pass in a day or two.
Paula moved her fingers and asked, "Does this hurt at all?" She pressed her thumbs gently against the young boy's tummy as her hands rested at the top of his undershorts.
"No," Danny said, very ill at ease.
Paula glided her hands down across his briefs to his firm thighs and squeezed them. "How about here?" she asked throatily. "Does this feel all right?"
"Yeah." The sound came out of the boy's mouth like a croak.
Suddenly Paula glided a hand up the inside of the boy's thigh, her tapering white fingers slipping under a leg band of his briefs. She thrilled as she touched his delicate little balls, fondling them delightedly before she pressed at the top of his scrotum.
"How about here?" she asked raggedly.
"It's okay!" Danny almost shouted, his tone as ragged as hers.
The stretchy fabric of the boy's briefs pushed forward, and his cheeks turned red. He tried to pull away.
"Wait a minute, Danny!" Paula said. "My goodness, we must make sure!"
She kept her hand inside his shorts, fondling his sweet nuts and the base of his stiffening penis. His childish prick stood straight up, making a tent in the front of his underwear.
Paula's eyes widened, and her moist lips parted.
Oh, my God! she thought excitedly. He's got such a beautiful hard-on! I wish I could see it! Oh, if only I dared to pull his briefs down and watch his darling little dick bob in the nude! I'd even like to take it into my ... oooh, right into my mouth!
NO! she told herself sternly, and pushed the lad away.
"Get dressed!" she said, her tone suddenly brusque. "You're all right."
Danny quickly fled behind the screen, as if he thought he had shocked the nurse by what had happened to his body.
Paula sprang to her feet, her large breasts quivering. She strode to a window, acutely conscious of the warm moisture that had seeped shamefully from the slit between her thighs and was dribbling onto her panties.
She tilted a slat of the Venetian blinds, ostensibly to look at the flowers and trees outside-anything to get her mind off the boy who was embarrassedly scrambling into his clothes behind the screen. But the device didn't work. Paula kept seeing the lad in her mind's eye-only without his shorts on, his delightful dick sticking up. Her examination had confirmed that he had no hair around his cock or his little balls, which would be white and so fragile-looking!
When the flustered 26-year-old divorcee heard the boy step out from behind the screen, she whirled about and snatched her errant, curving lock of hair away from her fair cheek.
"Yes, you're going to be fine, Danny!" she said. "You've just got a sore throat. It will go away by itself."
"Okay, Mrs. Merrill," the lad murmured, still embarrassed as he hurried to the door. "Danny!"
"Yes...?" He shyly faced the nurse.
"You're a fine boy!" she said.
He blinked. Then a smile swept his blush away. "Thanks, Mrs. Merrill!" he said, and rushed out.
You PERVERT! her conscience screamed as Paula Merrill sank into the chair behind her desk. Her entire body was throbbing, and she felt as if she had a swamp between her legs.
She shut her eyes and tilted her head back, her lustrous dark hair flowing. Her red lips parted as she slithered a hand up the inside of her right thigh, across the clinging top of her stocking and along her warm, satiny skin to the lace-bordered crotch of her panties.
Wet? God! The center strip of her thin, silky pants was like a dislimg.
Paula shamefully rubbed her burning, soft twat through her sopped panties, and fireworks began going off in her brain. She squirmed on her cushiony buttocks.
She still "saw" Danny standing before her with his dick up. Then suddenly his dick grew until it was very long and thick, with a big, bulging knob at its end, and hair sprouted all around it. Heavy balls hung from its base.
A rapping sounded at the door, interrupting Paula's daydream. "Wh-who is it?"
"Steve Decker!" a virile voice replied. "You decent?"
"Of course!" she snapped.
The blonde, husky gym instructor opened the door and swaggered in, a grin splitting his tanned face. "I didn't know if maybe you were examining some little girl. The sign does say, Knock Before Entering."
"Well, you can see I'm alone," Paula said vexedly.
"Yeah." Steve studied her. "What's the matter?"
"Why, nnothing." Remaining seated behind her desk, Paula smoothed her uniform around her hips, conscious of the throbbing slit between her thighs. "What do you want?"
"That's not a very friendly tone," Steve said, continuing to watch her closely. "And here I was hoping you'd go out with me tonight."
"No, thank you," Paula sniffed.
Her haughtiness obviously irked Steve. "Say, what is it with you, anyway? You haven't got a husband, and no boyfriend that I know of. How come you always turn me down when I ask for a date?"
"Because I choose my friends carefully," she said, her eyes snapping. "Well, hot shit!"
Red welled up into Paula's cheeks. "Get out of this office!"
"With pleasure."
Steve turned and strode out, slamming the door.
Paula sank forward, propping her elbows on the desk. She sheltered her burning face in her hands, wondering why she was so waspish-and knowing it was the hot desire she couldn't quench in her cunt.
She could hardly wait to get home that afternoon and strip her clothes off in the prim little room that she rented in Mrs. Cunningham's boarding house. Paula's panties, though dry by that time, still seemed slimy and had a noticeably sexy scent as she held them up. She let them drop from her fingers and stared at herself in the old-fashioned dresser mirror.
She even looked sexy, she decided, as she gazed at her reflection in beige stockings and a white garter belt. She didn't wear clip-ons and garters because they were sexy, but because pantyhose were too hot. The Lord knew that she was usually warm enough between her legs, without encasing her entire lower body in nylon.
She looked at her shoulder-length hair which, though carefully done, always seemed to hang a little loose around her face. And that face! There was something in her eyes which spoke to men, try as she would to avoid it.
Paula's eyes flicked over her reflected body, taking in the rounded thrust of her 42-D breasts with their prominent rosy nipples ... the gentle curve of her soft belly ... and the almost obscenely thick tuft of dark hair on her mons, which her husband, Doug, had used to call a "muff". How he had liked to rub his face in it! she shamefully recalled.
She turned and gazed over her shoulder at her buttocks. Framed by the flimsy structure of her garter belt and the tops of her hose, the rounded bulges embarrassed her with their voluptuousness. Still, they were firm and shapely. Paula would have worn a girdle to compress them and make them less prominent, except for the same sense of being stifled that made her eschew pantyhose.
Anyway, why should she tone down her appearance merely because some of her features turned men on, she thought. She certainly did nothing to encourage male interest.
Or did she?
She turned and stared into her reflected brown eyes.
Maybe I should see a psychiatrist, she thought. No! What could he tell me that I don't already know?
I can't handle men, that's all! I had to fight them off in high school and college, because they wouldn't believe I was a decent girl. So I got married ... and wow! That really did it!
My girlish dreams of Prince Charming blew up on my wedding night when Doug came on like a lust-mad sailor! He wouldn't let me get a wink of sleep. It got worse every night, when he tried to do all those nasty things ... and get me to do them, too! And the way he used to talk to me when he got horny-just like in the dirty movies that he made me go to!
I loved him-at first-but all he had for me was LUST!
When we were going together, he had seemed different from the guys in college who used to feel me up and say filthy things. But he turned out to be just the same.
All men are like that. At least, with me they are! Look at that stud, Steve Decker. Rhymes with PECKER. Yeah. Even a shy-acting fellow like Art Hendricks, the English teacher, would be the same way, I'll bet if, we ever got into a bedroom together. Well, no thanks!
I had hoped the men in a small town would be different from those in the city. But they aren't. The ones here are just as bad!
Paula disconsolately slipped into a robe and crossed the hall to the bathroom. She usually didn't take a bath until she was ready to retire, but she felt she needed one right then.
Little boys are different, she thought. like Danny, for instance. Of course, the older ones in the school-the fourteen and fifteen-year-olds who have hair around their balls-could be rough and as nasty as grown men, I suppose.
When Paula's bath was ready, she slipped off her robe and eased into the tub. She lay back, letting her breasts bobble on the surface of the water. It lapped at her nipples, making them very stiff.
Paula grasped a large breast and squeezed it, forcing the nipple farther forward. She brushed the sensitive, rubbery stud with the index finger of her other hand.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned softly, and let go of her throbbing tit.
To have a nice tongue gently lick my nipples, she thought dreamily, that would be good! And to have lips suck them! But gently, ... considerately ... not treating me as if I were some whore.
Just because my mother was a....
No! Mama WASN'T a bad woman! People just thought she was, because she worked in that place ... that, that strip joint! Mama only served drinks. She never took her clothes off. She wasn't like the topless waitresses nowadays, strutting around with their tits all exposed, quivering and jiggling in front of the men!
Paula shuddered at the thought and glided a hand down into the water, seeking out her furry mound.
"Ooooh, yesssss...!" she hissed softly as she fingered the lips of her pussy.
To be touched right there, she thought, by DANNY....
SLUT!
"Noooooh...!" she whined, and jerked her hand away.
She got on her knees and worked up a rich lather between her hands. She soaped her belly, then her thickly tufted mons. Finally she glided a hand between her legs and rubbed back and forward as she rocked gently, her eyes shut, her teeth clamped onto her lower lip.
Her stiff clitty screamed for more intense stimulation.
She denied it and spread soap between her rubbery, plump buttocks. Her anus tingled as she rubbed it.
Doug! she thought. He had even wanted to stick that big dick of his right up there!
I wonder how many women let men do that to them. It must hurt AWFUL!
Paula felt how tiny her ass-mouth was, though it would stretch. She did stretch it a bit with her soapy finger, which proved easy enough now that the elastic orifice was all slippery and soft.
She settled down into the water, rinsing her body and her hands.
You can't get off that easy, she thought. You've got to do the inside of your pussy, too.
Pussy.
That was one dirty word which Paula kind of liked. It was cute. like dick and pecker. The real harsh words were the ones that put her off.
On her knees once more, she began to lather the soft, delicate folds of her pussy as well as her tingling clit.
Doug had licked and sucked that.
She might have enjoyed it, Paula admitted to herself, if it hadn't seemed so filthy!
She stroked a soapy fingertip around the rim of her vaginal mouth, then dipped the finger up her narrow, warm channel.
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, and her hips gave a spastic bump.
Paula slipped a second finger into her hole, and the fit was delightfully snug. She stroked her fingers in and out, rubbing the tip of her clitty.
"Wowwww!" she panted. "Yesss! Oooh, DOOO-OOO it!"
No! she thought, continuing to diddle herself. I mustn't even whisper! What if someone should hear me through the door?
She clamped her teeth onto her lower lip and stared fixedly at the wall across the room as she stroked her fingers in her cunt faster and faster.
She thought of Danny, his little dick erect. She was kneeling before him. She bent her head. She seized his cock in her mouth.
"OOOOOH!" Her lips flew open, and she came throbbingly.
Flooded with warmth and shame, she sank back into the water.
How ironic, she thought, that she had climbed into the tub to get CLEAN!