Chapter 5

THE NURSE AND HER BOY PATIENTS

THE OLDER WOMAN: Clara B.

AGE: 39

MARITAL STATUS: Separated from her husband. He was a laboratory technician where they met and later married. She has one son who is away at boarding school. It is believed that the son and his father had debauched homosexual affairs but this cannot be corroborated because of the delicateness of the situation.

SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: She feels that her husband lost interest in her because of her fading youth. She is not especially attractive but because few men seek her out, Clara B. is convinced she is losing her sexual appeal. She needs to experience self-restoration of her ability to charm men. She has discovered that innocent young boys or those too young to know any better, make excellent sex partners. Also, they help build up her sexual ego.

THE YOUNG BOY PATIENT: Roy C.

AGE: 16.

MEDICAL CONDITION: Slight acne condition on the shoulders.

As a registered nurse, Clara comes into contact with many types of people; she frequently treats patients on doctor's recommendations.

"It makes me all the more frustrated," says Clara, "to see so many young boys coming to me for examination and treatment. Their virile bodies, their guilty looks, the almost 'instant' power. It all makes me feel sad when I look back upon the years that I wasted. You know, I was a virgin until I was about 24. Now, I suppose it's a sudden urge to catch up."

Clara once treated a boy who later became her favourite sex mate. "His name was Roy and was he ever so big! In the street language we hear so much today, that kid was 'hung' real good!"

Just talking about it makes Clara grow warm and excited. "I remember the first time he came here. There was some very minor acne condition that his doctor said could be treated by prescription ointment to be professionally applied. So that was how this cute looking kid, with the face of an cherub and the body of a young Atlas, came to me." She then told of how she managed to seduce this boy-virgin and train him to perform the most warped and twisted debaucheries.

CASE STUDY IN DETAIL. When Roy came into this registered nurse's examining room, it was apparent that he was terrified at having any woman see or even touch him. After a few brief introductions, Clara said, "Will you kindly go behind the screen? Just strip to the waist, Roy. Then I'll apply the ointment and give you a sun lamp treatment to help stimulate the pores beneath your skin."

When Clara saw Roy, she knew that she had come upon a young stud. Now she would erase those frustrated years of loneliness. Now she would possess the youth that she, herself, was slowly losing.

"Yes, ma'am." He was meek, even though the blond boy was close to six feet tall, broad shoulders that narrowed down to form a V-tapered latissimus spread, lean waist, strong legs. Each movement, each gesture, was lice that of a young athlete. "Shall I take off my shoes, too?"

"You may as well. It'll be more comfortable that way." She saw the thick bulge of his groin and there was a simultaneous surge through her stream of life. "Go on, Roy." She kept looking over his svelte but well-formed physique, the rounded buttocks beneath his tight pants. This kid, thought Clara, would be a prize stud to any woman if only he knew it! The damn boy-virgin was wet behind the ears!

There was a rustle from behind the screen. All the while, Clara feigned mixing some lotions. Then, she felt his timid presence from behind as in a raspy voice he said meekly, "I'm here, ma'am."

She turned to see a broad sweep of his shoulders, budding pectorals, big areolar nipples that would soon delight any lucky woman. He had a slender waist from which could be seen the band of his briefs. He wore no belt. His navel winked on his developing abdominals. The kid was pink and clean and fresh and imbued with the juices of life flowing through him.

Clara could scarcely work her fingers to apply the emollient to his quivering shoulders as the boy sat on the examining couch. "You shouldn't be fooling around," she began as she always did, leading the subject to sex. "It's because you fool around that you get pimples."

Roy almost blushed fire red. He was perspiring nervously. "B-but, I don't go out on dates and I keep careful."

"I mean ... this...." Her hand went down to his crotch. She patted, made him leap bolt upright. "You go rubbing this and playing with 'it' and you'll get more pimples."

He almost sob-choked out a plea, "B-but, I don't...."

"Now, Roy, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Her hand caressed his boy sinews. She thrilled to his sensual warmth. "Most boys do it. But you should find a natural outlet ... with girls." As she spoke, she kept kneading the boy's shoulders, noticing that his sexual parts became filled and aroused. "See? If you would have a girl friend, then you wouldn't have to worry about ... this...."

"Ooooo," he gulped and perspired like a typical boy when someone touched his groin for the first time. He was red-faced and so embarrassed, it looked as if he would just about leap out of his skin. "Ma'am, I. ... I don't go with girls ... I'm...."

"I know." She released him and then sat down beside him. "Your folks probably warned you about getting a girl in trouble. There's always the possibility of a disease. I know. The usual warnings. They have validity, 'tis sure, but a boy has to have his kicks. Biologically, it's normal for him to have an outlet."

"I don't know what to do." Then Roy found himself talking easily with this understanding nurse. All the while, he licked his lips as he saw the high rise swell of her bosom, the balloon like breasts, then down to her spreading flanks. Seated, her uniform was tight and it outlined her swelling thighs. She had well-shaped legs but the boy was not selective enough at this tender age to think otherwise. "I mean, if I don't ... rub myself...." he swallowed nervously as he admitted this shame-faced and guilt-ridden act, "...then I just can't sleep."

Clara patted his knee, made him start. "You're so nervous, aren't you? Weil, it's about time you learned that having a little fun doesn't necessarily mean getting yourself or a girl in trouble. There are ways to cool off without any risks."

Now she began to tell him about oralism, about analism and even mutual masturbation which she frowned upon by saying, "If you have to get a rubbing, then you can do it to yourself. There's no fun in that. Sex or love means that two people share in die act."

She went on to explain that using a mouth on a loved one's body was just an extension or advancement of ordinary kissing. "Let me show you, Roy. After all, you came to me for help and treatment, so let's consider this part of the treatment."

Roy was as rigid as a board. He had never before showed himself naked before anyone, let alone a woman. Even in school, in the locker room, he had been so shy as were many of the other boys, that he had deliberately hidden behind his closet door while stripping and donning his gymnasium shorts. Now, he felt the way Clara, the registered nurse, was pulling down his pants.

She laughed as her hands reached into his briefs and fondled the rigid, stiff and sweating male flesh. "One good thing about you boys, you're hot at a minute's notice." She cupped his shivering scrotum and when her fingers found his most sensitive flesh, it was enough to make him pitifully plea, "Easy, please, or I'll go off."

Naked, he was like a very young Hercules. He had a pink body, untouched by the sun. It made him all the more boyish and virginal. His broad shoulders and his lean waist emphasized the now-throbbing and stiff force. The huge pouch swung thickly between his upper thighs where his trunk formed his physique.

In a tight voice, Roy was whimpering, "I can't hold back, ma'am."

She worked swiftly as she stripped out of her uniform. There was always an exhibitionistic thrill when she exposed herself before the hot eyes of young boys. An older or mature man would be normally excited. But to these young boys, it was like the heavens opening up for them.

Clara laughed as she took Roy's sweating hands, guided them to her plump flesh. "Go on, Roy, darling, feel me all over. Just play with my nipples. Your hands are so slippery. Now, just rub me underneath ... that's the way. That's it ... "

She was getting so excited, the familiar clitorid throbbing told her mat she would soon reach her own peak.

It had been so long ... so long before someone had stroked and fondled her woman parts. Now, the suppressed desires were coming to the fore.

"Put your fingers right on my (crotch) and then diddle me. This way ... just stick one finger in ... oooo...."

He was wild-eyed with lust. He was so excited, he quivered and shook. His pendulous and enormous pole-like power was like a huge dynamo that poked and demanded relief.

"I've gotta play with myself...." But he could not reach down to fondle his feverish flesh. "Hey ... what ... you're gonna kiss me ... all the way ... down there...?"

Roy reared back as he felt the registered nurse's lips and mouth. She found his feverish core and now she enveloped and imprisoned his entire member. Her tongue whipped the huge knob shaft while her fingers cupped and warmed up his scrotum.

He felt the dynamite exploding. It was so quick, it was over before it began.

"Oh, ma'am ... I'm ... ohhhhh ... I can't hoi" back...." Instinct made him thrust forward. He almost impaled himself upon the orally perverted registered nurse as his handsome down-covered face was glazed with lust. "Oh, it's so good ... it feels so good...." He was exhilarated and thrilled as sensation after sensation shot through his loins. The heavenly balm bathed him with a reaction of absolute and pure pleasure.

He was exhausted when the nurse released him.

Roy fell back on the examining table, clutching a towel to prevent any embarrassment. His boyish face bore a look of joy. All the mounting tensions were released. "Oh, did that feel ever so good."

Clara laughed as she ran to the bathroom. A few moments of washing and she returned, her big, naked breasts, swaying around. She exposed her naked core. 'This can use loving, too, Roy. You see, it's one way two people can have their cake and eat it, too."

They laughed at mat. But before the evening was over, Roy was taught and sexually trained about using his own mouth.

"Just suckle my nipples while you stroke me down there...." She spread herself out on the examining table as she guided the wide-eyed boy to her intimate parts. Clara was wise enough to know that this callow youth, like others who never had women and were still in a dream world of coccoon emergence, would perform any erotic act if told that it was the thing to do. She planned her debauchery carefully. "That's the way, Roy."

She was clever to know how to use flattery. "Oooo, you're just like a real man." She then opened her voluptuous thighs and urged, "Now, be a real man and (she told him to orally fricate her female genitalia) until I get to the top."

"B-but ... it's ... it's...." He still clung to his upbringing that the sexual parts were dirty. But when deluded and somewhat hypnotized into thinking that all adults did it, Roy would sweep away parental influence. "I mean, it's not...."

She reached out. The boy was now on all fours, almost straddling her. She could clutch his swaying member and a few deft slides, up and over his glans corona, was enough to make him so stimulated, he was a helpless slave in her grasp.

"You do it and be a man...." Her hands clutched his swinging pouch. She marvelled at the bull-like power of this youth. His baby face actually whetted his supreme virility. So unlike a grown man who would tell her what to do!

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here again we see that a compulsive urge for warped sexuality is behind an adult's woman seduction of the pubertal boy. She is eager to mold, to shape, to twist the boy's sexual outlook according to her own pattern. She can then shape him to become a sexual slave and satisfy her warped urges. Obviously, she cannot exert such freedom with a mature and grown man who has his own fixed and determined ideas about stimulation."

"That's it...." She pushed upward when Roy's hot breath fanned her labia majora. Then she felt his soft lips. "Oooo, you're good, Roy, you're good."

Her fingers twisted in the tendrils of his thick hair as she pushed his head down and now she was forcing him.

There were some gurgles of resistance but the two were so lost in their debauchery, they could not go back.

Roy's mouth was feasting upon the older woman's sexual parts and she gloried in having conquered this boy.

"That's the way. Now...." She used coarse language to tell him that she wanted him to penetrate and then to orally caress the inner recesses of her channel.

She felt her head exploding with the sheer eroticism of it all.

"That's the way, boy, that's the way ... you're a big man ... real big...!"

A million ants crawled up and down her woman-gorge. She screamed lustily as she felt the explosive heat. This damn kid was a real oralist! She was sexually shocked to see and feel the way his lips, tongue and mouth completely enveloped her.

Over and over the spasms ripped through her groove. She had never before felt such a rhythmic spurt-after-spurt of her libidinal desires. The heavy pressure that had weighed on her shoulders were now lifted.

She felt the tensions melted.

"Just kiss me a little ... no, no ... down there ... ahhh, you have a nice, warm mouth...."

When Roy finished fulfilling himself in his alleged test of manhood, he lay beside her. He fondled her breasts but from that day on, he would be a confirmed oralist. His normal interest in a female's breasts had become displaced and was fixated upon the genitals. He had a compulsive desire to orally satisfy himself and the woman.

"It sure felt good," he laughed shyly as they embraced. "It beats fooling with myself."

"I told you, darling."

There were more of such sessions until Roy was able to meet younger girls. As he matured, he felt himself "trapped" in oralism until it was all he cared to do.

"I like it when a girl performs fellatio upon me," is his candid admission. "I just lie back and let her do it all. The way it happened with the nurse, the first time."

Roy has many girls who are eager to taste forbidden sex via oralism and it is reasonable to expect that as he matures, he will become an oral conquest for many who do not want to risk pregnancy.

Here we see that this nurse tended to warp and twist the boy until his libido was so abnormal that he could not perpetrate ordinary coitus.

Much later, when he attempted intercourse, he fumbled, felt weak and was embarrassed when his erection became flaccid after a few thrusts.

"I don't think I'm impotent," he says, "but I just fade out when I have to do it the regular way. When a girl wants to have a mouth treatment--or if she wants to give it to me-I'm so hot, it's all I can do to stop! But if it has to be the regular way, I'm a cop out."

It is reasonable to believe that Clara debauched and twisted the boy so that his sexual instincts became warped. In many such instances, an older woman purports to "train" a boy but she does it only for her own abnormal gratification.

Once the boy has been released or otherwise out of me sphere of influence, it is most likely that he will still retain the memory of the first experience. Whether it is oralism or analism or any form of eroticism, it will always be remembered-and repeated.

It becomes an indelible stamp upon the sexual development and paves the way for sexual degeneracy.