Chapter 7
Glenda nervously sipped the glass of straight brandy she'd poured herself, watching the clock and waiting in desperation. Jimmy and his friends were due any minute now, and she didn't know how she was going to face the expectant students. She almost never drank, but she did keep a bottle of brandy in her apartment for medicinal purposes. Now she was thankful for it.
This afternoon when Jimmy had sent her to the clinic window and she had seen two of the three boys he maintained had watched their entire act of love-making, the school nurse had felt as if her whole world had collapsed. She hadn't until that moment realized how much she really did care about Jimmy. But though her first considerations upon learning that he had not kept their affair a secret should have been her own safety, her reputation and her job, she'd hardly even thought of those things. She had experienced only the hurt at being betrayed by the young boy she had trusted it was only later that the realization of the broader ramifications of what had happened dawned on her.
The lovely brunette knew her time as school nurse was now inevitably limited. A boy like Bobby Baldwin would never keep a secret. The fact that he had had sexual intercourse with the school nurse would be more than he could be expected to keep to himself, and it would be only a matter of time before the word spread all over the school. Sooner or later Superintendent Rathley was bound to find out, and Glenda knew he would never excuse such behavior. Nor was there any telling how many other boys Jimmy might have let in on what he'd done.
At least one other boy was coming tonight. It could prove to be just about anybody, and Glenda shuddered at the thought that within a few short minutes she would be making her body available to a young boy whose identity she was not now even aware of. But she knew she had no choice. After her intercession on Jimmy's behalf, Superintendent Rathley would be only too glad to believe that she'd had ulterior motives. She would never he able to lie her way out of this predicament, and though submitting to Jimmy's lewd demands would not save her, at least it would postpone her disgrace a disgrace that Glenda would delay at all costs.
One other alternative, however, had occurred to her. She could just leave now without saying anything to anyone, and she did not doubt that it was her patent inability to take that course of action that demonstrated the depths to which she had sunk. Because in spite of everything, she didn't want to go. Subconsciously she still hadn't completely given up on Jimmy. She was going to exploit the remainder of her borrowed time in pursuit of the same perhaps futile goal which had prompted her to begin this whole lurid affair.
Glenda sipped the last of her drink, then started suddenly as she heard the doorbell ring. They were here. She knew it. She was expecting no one else.
After a moment's hesitation the school nurse got up, took her glass to the kitchen, and carefully washed it. She then replaced the bottle in its position on the top shelf of the cabinet and started back out toward the front door. She heard the bell sound again. Though she'd drunk only one glass of the brandy, she could now feel its effect. She was just slightly dizzy. Her head felt light. She only hoped that somehow it would help her get through the ordeal to come.
Glenda stopped at the door and took a deep breath before opening it. Standing on the threshold was Jimmy, flanked by Bobby Baldwin and, just behind them, Terry Phillips and little Kenny Matthews.
Kenny Matthews, Glenda thought, stepping back to let the boys come inside. She should have known. Jimmy had, of course, arranged for what surely would have been Kenny's defloweration by Sylvia Miller in the school auditorium when this whole fateful undertaking had been launched. Had not the school custodian happened by, nothing of what Glenda had experienced during these last few days would have even taken place. Kenny Matthews would have gotten his first "piece" from a girl his own age, and he certainly wouldn't be here now. And Glenda wouldn't be standing helplessly in the doorway before not only Jimmy and the two boys she'd expected, but a third as well.
"Hello, Miss Simmons," Jimmy said, grinning triumphantly as his eyes drifted slowly down the length of Glenda's willowy shapely body, vividly outlined in the tight fitting, buttoned-down-the-front red dress she had selected after considerable thought for tonight's unorthodox reception. Then he started in, Bobby and Jerry close on his heels. Kenny Matthews came through the door last, then closed it carefully behind him. Glenda avoided Jimmy's smirking gaze, staring intently instead at his bespectacled friend. For a moment Kenny's eyes met hers, then the young boy averted his stare ashamedly.
"You've been drinking, haven't you, Miss Simmons?" Jimmy asked, regarding her shrewdly.
Glenda looked back at him nervously. "No. No, Jimmy, I haven't."
"Yes you have," Jimmy said firmly. . "Why don't you give us one too. Jerry here is kind of bashful, you know, and that might help him loosen up a little. And Bobby thinks he's going to be quick on the gun anyway."
Glenda sighed in defeat. It didn't even seem worthwhile to try to resist. "All right. I guess I could use another myself."
"Yeah, good," Jimmy said. "Anyway, it'll go nice with Kenny's stash."
"Kenny's stash?" Glenda looked back at the boy in alarm and disbelief. "Dope?"
Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, Kenny's got some hashish."
"I won't have it!" Glenda said adamantly.
"Get the booze."
"All right, I'll get the booze. But I won't have you smoking that hashish in my house."
Glenda exited quickly, hardly able to believe the helpless position she found herself in, and retrieved the bottle from its hiding place in the cupboard. When she walked back to the living room she stopped short, sniffing suspiciously and recognizing the pungent sweet smell of the hashish Jimmy had mentioned. Then she saw Jimmy hand the shriveled-looking cigarette to Kenny, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before he inhaled it quickly.
"Jimmy, I told you...."
"You can't tell anybody anything now, Miss Simmons," Jimmy said threateningly. "Just shut your mouth and pour the drinks."
Her fingers trembling, Glenda poured herself a glass of brandy and drank it almost thoughtlessly, scarcely even aware of the burning aftertaste. Then the hashish cigarette was passed to Bobby Baldwin, who looked at it incredulously for a very long time.
"Smoke up, Bobby," Jimmy snapped.
Through blurred vision, Glenda watched the plump-faced youngster take a drag from the cigarette. He inhaled the smoke deeply, then was racked by a violent spasm of coughing, but when he looked up again she could see in his eyes that the drug had had its effect. Then Jimmy took his cigarette and passed it to her.
"Here, nurse," he said.
Glenda shook her head, yet accepted the cigarette dumbly as the young boy handed it to her. She lifted it slowly to her lips and took a drag. The smoke was hot and harsh, but she managed to take it into her lungs without coughing. Then she passed the cigarette back to Jimmy.
"I don't feel a thing," she said.
"You will in a minute."
Jimmy smoked again himself as Bobby came over and helped himself to the brandy. Then the smirking youngster passed the cigarette back to Glenda.
"Take another drag."
The alcohol-influenced brunette felt as if she were without a will. She knew she was helpless anyway, in a sense already doomed. And her sense of tragic inevitability lent her a strange feeling of freedom. After all, she thought, what difference did it make what she did now? Jimmy had already betrayed her. She'd already admitted not only him but his friends into the house for the express purpose of having sex with them. She would inevitably be found out Superintendent Rathley would learn soon enough at least part of what she had been doing, and she would be disgraced and dismissed from her job as nurse at the junior high school. So what difference did it make if she let herself go wild tonight? If she were going to be taken by all four of these boys on the same evening, what harm would it do for her to be drugged and drunk half out of her mind? Perhaps, she thought with bitter irony, this would give her an even better basis for communication with Jimmy. After all, weren't his parents respectively a drunkard and a drug addict?
Passively Glenda took another deep drag of the hashish cigarette.
"I still don't feel anything," she said as she withdrew it from her lips and handed it back.
"That's all right," he grinned. "You will. Now ... take off your clothes."
"What?"
"I said, take your clothes off."
Glenda couldn't even believe the look on Jimmy's face. Had he reduced her to that? Did he have no feeling for her whatsoever? He was looking at her and addressing her as though she were a piece of merchandise, a piece of flesh to be taken, used and discarded.
"But Jimmy...." her voice trailed off and her gaze shifted to Bobby Baldwin.
She stared fixedly at the plump-faced youngster. Now he looked like an enormous Baby Huey, and in spite of everything she couldn't control the grin that crept slowly over her lips. The whole thing was just too absurd for belief. It was like a surreal dream, a madwoman's wildest fantasy come true.
Then Glenda shifted her eyes back to Jimmy. "All right," she said, the smile still lingering. "Let me have another drink and then I'll take off my clothes."
Jimmy nodded to Bobby Baldwin, who poured another glass of brandy for Glenda. She drank it down quickly, then let her gaze drift slowly from one boy to the next. She could feel something. She couldn't even be sure whether it was the alcohol, the hashish, or the combined effect of the two, but she felt something. Otherwise she knew she would never have been able to go through with what she was about to do.
Slowly Glenda reached up and began to undo the buttons down the front of her tight-fitting dress. Her eyes still shifting alternately from one eager face to the next, she parted the material teasingly off the lush curves of her erotically stimulated body. It was insane. It was just too insane to believe. But it was happening.
"Who's first?" she asked, trying to sound as bold as she could.
"Kenny's first," Jimmy said "
"Kenny. I might have guessed," Glenda said, staring for a moment longer at Jimmy and then shifting her attention abruptly to the bespectacled youngster, the smallest of the group. At least there was one consolation. Kenny, not to mention Terry Phillips, appeared every bit as nervous as she.
"We don't mean any harm, Miss Simmons," Kenny stammered. "We just ... want to have some fun get ... our first ... you know. But don't mean any harm."
"I know," Glenda said in mock sincerity. Then she looked around again. "And what are the rest of you going to do while Kenny ... ?"
"We're going to watch." Jimmy said.
Glenda paused, halfway done with unbuttoning her dress, and nodded. She had really expected no less. "And then?"
"Then Bobby and Terry."
"And you're last, I presume?"
Not even waiting for an answer, Glenda quickly undid three more buttons down the front of her red dress and pushed the garment easily from her shoulders. She reached her hand up behind her back to the snap of her brassiere, then hesitated.
"What about you? I mean what about you, Kenny?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, ma'am," Kenny said, nervously beginning to undo his own shirt.
Then Glenda's eyes narrowed to mere slits as she flicked loose the snap of the brassiere to let it fall away from her body and completely reveal the voluptuously rounded fullness of her outthrust breasts.
Clad only in her panties, she hesitated again. Even in her numbed state she felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life, and now she was unable to even meet the leering gazes of the four boys who watched her undress. But in spite of all her shame and humiliation she was aware of an even more poignant sensation a distant yet nonetheless vivid stirring in her loins and belly, a flutter of longing that grew more vivid with each passing minute, and she realized that beyond everything she was excited. The act of stripping naked in front of all these boys at once caused a perverse thrill to dart through her that was completely beyond her own control.
Her breath coming in hoarse strained gasps, Glenda hooked her thumbs into the tight elastic waistband of her panties and drew them slowly downward off the flare of her deeply cleft buttocks to reveal the sensuous dark curls of hair between her thighs and the forbidden pink slit of her pussy nestled so tenderly between them. The intoxicated woman almost lost her balance as she tried to step out of her panties, prompting a harsh burst of laughter from Bobby Baldwin. Then, shamefacedly, she lifted her eyes, but the sight that now confronted her caused a smile to appear on her lips.
"Why, Kenny?" she asked in a teasing voice, her eyes dropping to focus intently on the only half-erect shaft of his already nakedly exposed penis. "What's the matter, Kenny? You don't even have a hard-on!"
"I'll get it up," Kenny said quickly. I promise, Miss Simmons. I'll get it all the way in just a minute."
Even Glenda could hardly believe the next words from her lips. "I'm sure you will, Kenny, and I'll do everything I can to help you." Then she looked around cautiously. "Come on, Kenny. Let's go into the bedroom and leave these boys to their alcohol and dope."
"No," Jimmy said sternly. "You do it here. On the floor."
Glenda's eyes seemed to flare sparks as she glanced suddenly back at him. For a moment she'd almost forgotten her naked and vulnerable state. Then her arrogance faded as Jimmy's leering gaze descended from her face to her naked breasts and gradually dropped lower to her loins. "I'm the M.C., " he said. "Or do you want to stop this show?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want us to leave?"
Glenda's eyes widened as she glanced fleetingly at Kenny, who now watched her with sheer desperation. Then she looked back at Jimmy. "I ... I don't...." she couldn't even say it. At last she cast her eyes downward and hung her head helplessly. It was too late. Now Jimmy's triumph was complete. Not only had she agreed to submit to his demands, she had actually refused his offer to withdraw them. She was going willingly into her ordeal, and the only piece of empty justification she could find for her behavior was that she didn't have the heart to refuse Kenny after he had got so near to losing his virginity for the second time in less than a week. It was a hollow excuse, but all she had left to cling to, a final vestige of self-deceiving pride.
Then her body tensed as she felt Kenny's hand reach out cautiously to touch her arm. Looking back at him, Glenda noted that already his penis was beginning to throb toward a fuller erection and merely the look of gratitude she saw in his eyes was enough reward to make everything she would undergo before this night was over worthwhile.
With a soft moan, Glenda turned to face the trembling youngster.
"Take off your glasses, Kenny," she said softly.
"Yes, ma'am."
Kenny removed his glasses, brushing his almost girlish bangs from his forehead and stooping to place the glasses on the coffee table beside the still half full bottle of brandy. Then, his cock throbbing even more adamantly, he straightened up and turned back to face her.
"All right, Kenny," Glenda purred. "You may make love to me, Kenny."
"Yes, ma'am," the nervous youngster stuttered. "But ... I-I'm not sure I know what to do."
"That's all right," Glenda answered in a soft lusty voice. "I'll show you. I'll show you everything."
She took hold of Kenny's hand, dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor, and pulled the young boy down with her. This must really be the end, she thought fleetingly. She must be sinking to the final depths of degradation. She was about to have sex with a fourteen-year-old boy on the floor, while three more boys, drugged and under the influence of alcohol, watched. And she was in the same shameful state herself and as a consequence was offering not the slightest objection. In fact, she was now beginning to take the initiative.
Then with a soft moan, the naked school nurse reclined on her back, pulling Kenny down on top of her. The youngster's whole body jerked as she reached down and entwined her fingers around the tingling shaft of his now fully erect cock, running her fingers slowly up and down his distended member. At last she bent the rigid rod downward toward the warmth and softness of her own moistening pussy and started to tug gently, urging the still frightened youngster forward.
"Lie on me," she whispered.
The continued gentle stroking of her fingers prompting further twitches of his eager young cock in his rapidly building excitement, Kenny needed no pushing. As embarrassed as he was at stripping naked before three friends, not to mention the school nurse, his excitement was overcoming his shame. He'd come so close to getting laid last Monday, and now he was on the verge again. He just hoped and prayed that nothing would happen this time to prevent him from accomplishing his purpose.
Then to Kenny's complete astonishment the voluptuous brunette nurse kissed him right on the lips, at the same time pulling him down more heavily onto her nakedly inviting body. Her one hand still rested gently on the sensitive hardness of his throbbing cock and the other now moved forcibly up and down his back. Miss Simmons had begun to sensuously writhe her whole drug-sensitized body beneath him, and he could feel the teasing friction of her rigid nipples brushing against his chest as she sucked his tongue hungrily into her mouth, moaning softly and continuing the gentle skimming motions of her hand on his cock.
Then she parted her lips from his and whispered softly into his ear, "Feel my pussy, Kenny. Feel my pussy and get we ready to fuck."
Hardly even able to believe he'd heard correctly, the young student moved his hand cautiously from beneath his own body and let it trail slowly down beneath the school nurse's already widely parted thighs. He heard an even more strained moan issue from her lips as he moved his fingers lightly up along the tautly drawn tendon of her inner thigh, then stroked teasingly up into the softly curling strands of her cunt-hair. Then her body suddenly tensed as his fingers came into direct contact with the already lewdly moistened lips of her forbidden pussy.
"Yes, Kenny," Glenda moaned softly, for a moment forgetting the other boys, concentrating all her efforts on the innocent and naive teenager who mounted her. "Yes, yes!"
Glenda hugged the eagerly trembling boy even more tightly down to her swollen breasts, a spontaneous gasp rising to her lips. She felt his finger moving maddeningly up along the sensitive little slit of her pussy, and almost instantly the moisture began to flow even more freely between her thighs from the tantalizing contact. She groaned aloud, arching her ass-cheeks up off the carpeted floor in even more obscene invitation, then dropping her hand down to Kenny's nakedly clenching buttocks to pull him eagerly toward her vaginal entrance.
Kenny's rigid cock was now resting hard against Miss Simmons's thighs, pressed right up to the sensitively trembling mound of her cunt, and as the nurse flicked her finger between the youngster's clasping ass-cheeks, he lunged suddenly forward with a start. The older woman used her free hand to guide his throbbing cock-head straight up between the tingling lips of her lustfully moistened pussy. Another flick of her finger at the tightly contracted hole of the surprised teenager's anus was sufficient to prompt a second involuntary thrust, so that with a tight little pop the head of his cock slipped easily up into the softly yielding orifice of her vagina.
"Oh!" Glenda moaned from the sudden shocking penetration as she felt her warmly clasping sheath slip wetly over Kenny's pulsing cock-hardness.
His slender penile length slowly burrowed its way up into the velvety dampness of the nurse's cunt, and she let out a low distant sigh as she felt it embed itself to the hilt. As it did so, she was aware of Kenny's tightly stretched little testicle sac dropping lightly down into the tender crack between her own trembling buttocks, causing a shiver to dart from her sensitively puckered anus all the way up her spine.
"I did it!" the youngster gasped heavily.
Glenda opened her eyes, which unconsciously she had unconsciously dosed during the excitement of Kenny's entrance into her now moistly welcoming loins. "What?"
"I did it," Kenny exclaimed. "I've got my first piece!" Then the youngster raised his head, looking sheepishly down at her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Simmons."
In spite of her now rapidly building excitement, Glenda couldn't quell the little burst of laughter that rose in her throat. "That's all right, Kenny. That's all right."
"I guess I just didn't believe it would ever happen."
"Well, you're not through yet, Kenny," Glenda said in a lusty voice. "Now, come on and fuck me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Kenny grunted deeply and began to hunch in sporadic jerking movements up between Glenda's thighs. She groaned, starting to undulate her own body in a more sensuous rhythm, trying to use her hands on Kenny's naked buttocks to guide and time the static thrusts of his slender young cock up into her warmly receptive loins, urging him onto smoother, more even strokes.
"Easy!" she gasped. "Take it easy. Fuck me nice and easy."
Kenny tried his best to comply. But fucking wasn't as easy as he'd always thought it would be. Every time Miss Simmons moved beneath him he was afraid he was going to shoot off, and he'd never felt so at a loss for a sense of body rhythm. It was almost as hard as dancing, maybe
even harder. When she contracted her elastic-like cunt-flesh about his cock, he almost lost control completely. But he was determined to give his best effort, and gradually he was able to synchronize his own cautious lunges with the school nurse's more sensuous gyrations. And he knew he was doing better from the way she began to whimper and moan beneath him.
Glenda closed her eyes, drifting gradually into a state of lustful delirium and bliss. She churned her pelvis more rapidly, her legs opening and closing softly about Kenny's naked buttocks. Her teeth clenched and further Purrs of want and submission issued from her throat as she felt the first distant waves of passion beginning to build up from the depths of her burning loins.
"Oh yes," she whispered into the teenager's ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck harder."
She jackknifed her legs up above the youngster's back, forming a straight tight-fitting sheath of her cunt to allow him to ram his incited cock even more smoothly up into the grasping hotness of her belly. She ran her hands eagerly over his back and buttocks, hugging him to her, squirming her voluptuous breasts against his chest, already beginning to strain for the still distant release her lust-crazed body so urgently demanded.
Into her ears now drifted vague snatches of the other boy's conversation, their obscene remarks and their words of encouragement to Kenny, and she was again reminded of the utter sordidness of what she was doing. But she blotted that out, not even caring what they thought or said about her, concentrating totally on the cute young boy who was now ravishing her helplessly surrendered body and pushing all other conscious awareness from her mind.
"Yes, Kenny, yes," she soothed. "You're doing so well!"
Kenny felt an inner pride welling in his chest at those encouraging words from the school nurse. He had been so afraid he wouldn't be able to please a woman when he finally got the chance to try. But he was doing it. He could tell Miss Simmons really liked the way he was fucking her, and that only prompted him to further intensify his lewdly thrusting movements, driving his body harder and harder against hers,
shoving his now hotly tingling cock deeper and deeper ... up into the tightness of her pussy.
Glenda, in turn, was thrashing her body wildly beneath the inexperienced
youngster, straining more and more desperately for the still elusive climax her drug-accentuated desire so urgently demanded. She could feel Kenny begin to further increase the rhythm and violence of his shuddering lunges and she realized that he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He was going to cum very soon and it would take every bit of sensation she could extract to enable her to attain her own climax with him.
"Hold it back, Kenny," she whispered. "Hold it back as long as You can."
"I'll try," the boy gasped.
For a moment he slacked off, then Glenda again seized his nakedly clenched buttocks to pull him eagerly down into her loins. She arched her own hips higher off the floor, bucking and tossing wildly in her own rapidly building need. The little quivers darting through her flesh began to come More frequently, and she knew it wouldn't take much longer.
But the climax still eluded her, and she knew from the way Kenny shuddered above her that he was really losing control, and she just had to have more sensation, more and more. She thought she would lose her mind if the young boy came before she reached her own orgasm and left her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of passion, and the effects of the hashish she'd smoked only seemed to compound and intensify the poignant threat of frustration hanging over her. She would do anything, anything to make herself cum with Kenny, and in a sudden desperate motion she reached up to seize one of the teenager's hands and pull it down the length of her orgiastically thrashing body.
It was a gesture done only half consciously, as if a subconscious portion of her mind knew exactly what she needed and had gone into action. She bounced her buttocks high up off the floor as Kenny stared at her in complete surprise while she pushed his hand beneath them, guiding his finger right up between her own nakedly clenching ass-cheeks. The shock only increased as she urged him to put a finger against the tightly contracted little hole of her anus, and after a moment's resistance the little opening gave way to admit the prodding finger up inside.
That did it. It was more than Kenny could stand. There was something about it that seemed so dirty it almost drove him out of his mind with his own perverted reaction. So as Miss Simmons groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, flexing the tightly clinging walls of her vagina spasmodically around his throbbing cock, he lost all control.
"Uh-oh," Kenny gasped, his body stiffening.
The look of dismay that flashed suddenly on Glenda's lust-strained face
evolved gradually to an expression of sheer delight as she felt the first distant waves begin in her own loins and realized she not going to be left behind. She screwed her buttocks down violently on the finger
that lewdly penetrated her rectum, the obscene burning sensation only stimulating her now uncontrollable passion even more as she felt the first droplets of Kenny's sperm come shooting hotly into the depths of her cunt.
The wantonly abandoned woman sobbed and moaned, thrashing her head from side to side to whip her dark hair softly about her shoulders as the waves of ecstasy overcame her. She drifted in a sea of unreal bliss, devoid of all but her consuming passion, the sheer taw sensation of the
finger violating her tight little anus, and the twitching cock spurting jet after jet of its obscene sperm up into her ravished loins.
For a few moments she even forgot about the three other boys.
Then at last Glenda's tight-clenched buttocks relaxed exhaustedly down onto the carpeted floor, and she felt Kenny sink heavily on top of her.
Then her body stiffened as she heard Jimmy's voice, "Okay, Kenny. You've had your turn, now it's Bobby's and Terry's."
A little sob escaped from Glenda's throat as Kenny withdrew and raised his head up, looking affectionately down at her face.
"Thank you, Miss Simmons," he said with heart-warming sincerity and gratitude.
"Okay, no touching love scenes please," Jimmy muttered derisively.
Glenda looked up at him shamefacedly, still unable to comprehend his heartless attitude, his total lack of concern for their feelings. With a sinking heart she realized that in spite of everything she'd done to help him and all she'd submitted to for the satiation of his obscene and perverted Just, she'd made no headway whatsoever toward genuine "communication" with Jimmy.
"Terry, you and Bobby come on," he said, looking away from her.
The school nurse's eyes widened. She looked at Jimmy desperately for a moment, then turned her gaze to the two boys who approached, Bobby already beginning to strip off his clothes, Terry right behind him. Gradually his even more shocking intent began to dawn on her.
"But...." she gasped in disbelief. "I ... I don't understand?"
"They're going to take their turn now together."
"Together?" Glenda said in a cracked voice.
"That's right," Jimmy answered triumphantly. "One in your pussy and the other in your mouth. And I don't think they're particular about which goes where at this point."