Chapter 11

DANNY AND HIS PRIVATE NURSE-MAID

THE NURSE MAID. Her name is Jenny B., and she is a practical nurse as well as an experienced domestic. She is close to 40, has an ample bust and an insatiable oral craving. She has worked to support her elderly mother and her younger sisters ever since she can remember. 'The sisters of mine used to fool around a lot," she admits, "and had mem selves a good time before they got married; all the while, I was foolish enough to continue slaving away as a nurse or a maid to pay their expenses. Now, I'm close to 40 and I can look back upon my lost years. When I wash and bathe a young man who is convalescing or in need of a nurse's help, I mourn for the days when young and vibrant bodies could have been the source of my pleasure. In an effort to make up for those lost years of sexual pleasure, I seek out young-very young boys who are still too virginal and babyish to have any idea of selection-and have a good time."

THE BOY. His name is Danny and ever since his early childhood, he was ailing. He had supersensitivity to allergies, extremely shy tendencies and was withdrawn. When he was 14, his family hired a maid for general duties, they selected Jenny because she had experience as a practical nurse and could care for Danny. The boy caught frequent colds and this meant that he take hot foot baths and also remain in the steaming bathroom for a prolonged time. He was often naked in the bathroom, and this led to self-exploration. He had had a few "fooling around" experiences with girls from school when he took them to a local movie house balcony. But it had not resulted in actual coitus. He was exceptionally virile, even for a boy of 14. When he saw the nurse, he felt something pass between them.

"You've got to remain on that stool, Danny, for about a half hour, while we let the tub fill with steaming hot water. It'll help bring down your cold symptoms." She stood in the doorway, her sturdy legs apart. She wore a white uniform. She had a very thin bra that was soon so soaking from the heat-steam of the bathroom, it made her voluptuous round breasts poke through. Her breasts showed some sagging; the nipples took longer to bring to erection. She had a middle-age tummy. But Jenny was still attractive and virile. "Now, just get your clothes, off, boy...."

Danny looked guilty as he worked open his shirt. "Okay, Jenny. Want me to call you when I'm ready to get dressed again?" He worked his shirt off his slender shoulders. He had a neat young physique, with a smooth chest, pink nipples on his white-white skin.

Jenny was not going to let this opportunity slip from her grasp. She felt a throbbing in her groin. She saw that the boy's crotch was filled. The damn little pervert. He was getting big! You could just see the whole length of his "thing" with that big "head" on it.

"Suppose I remain here with you, Danny, and I'll give you a nice massage. That should make you feel better."

"I guess so." Now, Danny fumbled with his belt. He opened his pants with an instinctive exhibitionistic urge and then he slipped them down his lean and hairless legs. He was not even wearing anything underneath. His enormous boy-man pride poked forth in gleaming knob-handled power. His pink pouch nestled with its twin orbs betwixt his slender thighs. "What're you going to do?" His pants came down to his ankles and he kicked them away.

Jenny closed the bathroom door. The tub had begun and a cloud of steam filled the room. There was something intimate and heady about being with this pubertal boy in the bathroom.

"I'm going to make you feel good, boy." She laughed, worked with speed motions to lift up her uniform and then cast it over her head. "Like me?" She worked swiftly to unhook her bra. The enormous breasts spilled forth; while not uptilted or poked forth, they were still exciting to the 14-year boy who knew them only as taboo-which made them thrilling.

"I think you're nice," in his throaty voice. His armpits oozed perspiration, His bright face was flushed with excitement. "Can I touch you?"

Jenny almost laughed out loud. The little bugger was asking for permission. These damn kids were really wet behind the ears.

"You sure can ... and now, just as I peel down my panties, you can put your hands underneath. Go on ... it won't bite."

When the boy's sweaty hands went to her crotch, the contact with her fleshly parts made her jump. It felt sooo good.

He was smiling shyly, not knowing how to proceed.

"Will you touch my...?" He thrust forth his lean pelvis. He had small buttocks, like those of baseballs. His limbs were still in the development stage. But his massive power was proof that biological Nature had gifted him where he was most sensitive. "I sort of slide it and rub it and once ... ooo ... your hands feel nice...."

She was excited now as her hands gripped his rigid man flesh. She cupped his pouch, used her fingertips to stroke and tease his perineum, making him grow wild and wobbly as he stood in the steaming bathroom. He rocked on the balls of his naked feet.

"Ever have anyone do that?" she pressed against him, nestling her warm crotch against his rigid column. 'Tell me about it." Her hands went down to cup the boy's tiny buttocks, prying them apart. When her fingers penetrated his anal gorge, he screamed softly with sheer ecstasy. She laughed as she parted her thighs and invited his knob-headed power into the gorge of female receptivity.

"I just fooled around," he muttered as his hands played with her breasts, still unsure of what to do. He rubbed her nipples but at his young age, he was not mature enough to know or appreciate a female's responses. His sexual attention was still self-directed. "In the movies, a girl just rubbed it until I went off. She wanted to ... uh ... kiss it ... but it didn't work out."

Jenny now moved him to the tub rim and he sat down, exposing his pendulous power that throbbed with each hammering breath.

"Then let's kiss it ... now ... this is a good way to make you feel good."

Jenny's mouth and lips were everywhere. She moaned with ecstasy, thrilling to the way the boy's youthful responses were being aroused.

It was as if she was drinking the youth, replenishing her own lost and lamented youth.

"Oh, that feels nice," he reared back, thrilling to the way moist lips and tongue enveloped his most sensitive blood-engorged and nerve-ridden flesh. "Oh, go on, please, please," he was whimpering, crying and moaning. "Oh ... it's nice ... oh, oh, ohhhhhh...."

Jenny enveloped all of the boy.

Now she would make up for all she had lost. Youth would be hers. If only she possessed this boy-man rigid pride of his. That would make her all the more desirable.

(NOTE: Here the element of penis-envy enters into the seduction of the pubertal boy. Jenny wishes she was a male since a male is not so concerned about age as a sex attraction as the female. Oralism, in some situations, is symbolic castration. Jenny, symbolically, is devouring Danny's genitalia, making him a eunuch and non-male; in turn, she will have his genitalia and emerge the superior sex. Jenny, at 40, has bested Danny at enviable 14.)

When the peak came, it sent the boy into a paroxysm of spasms and eruptions. He could hardly keep his balance on the slippery tile of the tub.

His naked buttocks kept sliding off.

"There, that's the way love should be made." Impulsively, Jenny stood up, pushed her groin against him. "Do it to me!" she ordered.

If Danny felt sick, he made no outward sign. He was innocent to believe this is what was done in sex. His mouth worked with hesitation. He oral serviced the older woman for an eternity until she reached her peak. When it was over, Jenny "rewarded" him by using her mouth on him again.

It established a pattern and for several years, Danny submitted to the sexual attentions of this woman. Just how it ended is unclear. It is hinted that Danny told someone that he fooled with his maid and she was discharged.

The point here is that the maid is probably still debauching other boys; but Danny has become weird and sexually perverted. He is unable to find stimulation by normal and conventional means and constantly seeks out older woman. His family was shocked when he reached 21 and announced his engagement to a 42-year-old woman. The influence of the depraved made is still seen. One wonders how depraved this 42-year woman may be.

Sexual development reaches a healthy level when youth has a sexual interest in the same age group. When maturity interferes and influences sexual youth, it tends to warp and twist what could have been a normal development.