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*** The Parking Lot ***

'What's keeping you this morning, Miss Bell?' I thought to myself as I pulled aside the tree limb blocking my view of the teachers' parking lot. Watching her arrive for our first-period biology class was part of my new morning ritual, now that I had found this place of solitude. My secluded spot was behind a tree in the vacant lot beside the college. I let the branch flip back into place and slumped against the tree's trunk.

Here, I found solitude from the incessant teasing of my classmates Claire and Stephanie, with whom I had an arrangement. As class nerd, I was relied upon to help them get high marks, and in compensation, I was allowed to be seen with them. Or that was the theory, at least. In reality, they knew that I was a pushover, and they were increasingly taking advantage of our situation to embarrass me. I was powerless to say no to these two sirens. To say no to Claire's high cheekbones, small sharp nose, lush shoulder-length black hair and tight little body. To say no to Stephanie's full lips, bouncy curly hair, ample breasts and exotic brown skin.

I had to stop thinking that way! I don't know why, but recently, my mind was tending towards impure thoughts. To keep things in perspective, we were all just innocent 18-year-old students, going to a church-run College. I needed to stay true to our conservative, religious upbringing – to remain uncorrupted. But my thoughts, and my urges ... No! I had to stay strong.

I slipped around behind the tree, closed my eyes and let my mind drift. In my mind's eye, a little red sports car zipped into view and curved smoothly into a parking spot. I imagined a door flinging open and a pair of delicate, high-heeled shoes swinging out onto the tarmac. Then, Miss Bell would emerge from the compact two-seater, with a lot of wiggling and shifting against the confines of her tight-fitting skirt-suit. Thinking about her contortions made me feel funny. Miss Bell's caring mentorship aroused my admiration for her, but her soft, ample figure and bouncy, short-cut hair aroused my ...

"Tim-mee?" A girl's voice gave me a start. When I opened my eyes, Stephanie was hovering in front of me. "Timmy, what are you doing way over here?" she asked.

Then suddenly, Claire's face appeared at my shoulder from around the tree. "We've been looking for you," she said My heart leapt again and then fell when I realized that my solitude was now gone forever. "Were you trying to avoid us?"

"No, I ...," I stuttered, "I just ... I ..."

"We need you to try something for us," Stephanie interrupted. She approached until her body was uncomfortably close. Her white school shirt seemed inappropriately tight, and her large breasts were in danger of pressing against my chest. I scrunched back against the tree.

"Yeah, we need a 'male'." Claire rested her chin on my shoulder, preventing me from turning to look at her.

Stephanie held up a small plastic pill bottle between a thumb and finger. "We need you to take some of these."

"Pleeease," Claire pleaded. I could feel her warm breath on the side of my neck.

"What are they?" I squirmed as Claire's lips closed in.

"Just Tic-Tacs," Stephanie said and tumbled a few blue pills into her palm.

"Tic-Tacs? Why would you need me to take Tic-Tacs?" I scrutinized them more closely. "Hey, those aren't Tic-Tacs!!"

Stephanie screwed up her face with a look of disappointed impatience. She held her open palm in front of my face and cocked one eyebrow. Behind us, the sound of a high-revving, down-shifting engine crossed from left to right, announcing the arrival of our biology teacher.

Claire nosed in closer to my ear. "Timmy," she whined, "We don't have all day." Then she pulled back and looked over at the sound of the opening car door. "Why are you out here all by yourself anyways?" A pair of hard-soled shoes scuffed and clicked across the parking lot. Suddenly, Claire inhaled sharply. "Are you stalking Miss Bell?" she said eagerly, "Were you going to ogle her?"

I blushed. Of course, that wasn't true. It was just a ... a ... a coincidence that we happened to be here at the same time today. ... Well, every day really.

"Miss Bell!!" Claire called out and then scooched in between Stephanie and me behind the tree, giggling. Her hands and face and ... and breasts pressed into my chest as she flattened against me out of view. The clicking sound on the pavement halted. The three of us held our breaths.

Claire spun around in place to face Stephanie and pressed back to pin me against the tree. Her bum ground into my groin, and I tried to pull back even further to avoid the inappropriate contact. All this touching was making me feel weird.

In the distance, the footsteps resumed, and Claire hurriedly spoke to Stephanie. "Okay. Give me those, and get ready to take his pants off. If he doesn't take the pills, we'll push him out into the open." I swallowed and felt a sudden twinge of panic in my balls.

Stephanie giggled and passed over her holdings. Claire yelled out again, "Miss Bell!" Again, the footsteps stopped.

Slowly and deliberately, Claire turned around to face me again. Holding the pills up to me expectantly, she stared at me through the top of her eyes, while Stephanie tried to reach for my belt and stay out of sight behind the tree at the same time.

I could have sworn that Miss Bell's footsteps were approaching us, and I felt my balls tingle with tension. "All right, all right," I conceded and took one of the pills gingerly out of her palm. The little blue diamond-shaped tablet looked like candy, but when I bit down on it, it tasted bitter and made me grimace.

"Come on, come on," Claire rushed me and thrust her palm against my dramatically contorted lips. I couldn't help but to swallow her handful.

"Yesss!" Claire said triumphantly as she backed away. I coughed for a bit and then looked up to see their two faces beaming with achievement. Miss Bell must have finally entered the school because my tormentors seemed unconcerned about standing in the open.

I lunged out and snatched the pill bottle out of Stephanie's hand. "Natural Male Enhancement," I read from the label. "Warning: priapism and frequent uncontrolled release, though rare, may occur. Consult a physician if ..." Stephanie grabbed the container back.

My eyes bugged out. "What? What have you done?"

Stephanie moved closer, and both of them studied my face. "Do you see anything different?" said Stephanie.

"No, do you?"

"Unh, unh."

"So, Timmy, do you feel more 'male' or more 'enhanced' or anything?" Stephanie asked.

"I feel sick," I replied as I thought about what had just happened, but in truth, I was feeling something strange happening in my pants. My groin was getting really warm, and I could swear that my penis and testicles were swelling. I was about to comment on it when a figured appeared from behind the tree.

"What's going on here?" she said. The three of us jumped.

"Hi, Miss Bell," Claire said and looked back at me slyly, "We called you over because Timmy is not feeling well."

"Ohhh, Timothy," Miss Bell pouted, placing a hand on my shoulder, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

I knew better than to tell the truth and risk later consequences. Both Claire and Stephanie were grinning broadly at my predicament. I looked over at Miss Bell. My goodness, she looked incredibly attractive today – those thick lips, high cheekbones and clear skin. My cock suddenly leapt; my groin was on fire. Could anyone see how big I was getting? "I'm feeling a little nauseous, but I'll be okay."

"Are you sure, honey?" Her fingers traced up through my hair, sending an electric tingle down my spine. My hardening penis pushed past a fold in my underpants and thrust into a less constrained position. "I could take you to see the nurse," she said.

"No! No, I'll be okay." I watched Stephanie whisper something behind a cupped hand to Claire, who looked down at my growing problem. Both of their eyes widened.

"Well just to be sure, why don't you walk with me to class?"

As we crossed the parking lot, I had to take some awkward initial steps to reposition the erection in my pants without using my hand to make the adjustment. Behind me, I heard some muffled laughter. The fast clicking pace of Miss Bell's high-heels caused me further agony as my now tight pants rubbed on my hard-on with each step.

Miss Bell was wearing a thin white shirt without a jacket. I could see easily through the material at her white lacy bra, which was not doing a proper job of supporting her breasts. Her wonderfully full mounds were bouncing out of control with her sharp steps. Her brusque pace was carried forward by shapely, black-stockinged legs, which curved shamelessly high up her body until ending at the snug hem of a small, grey skirt. Overall, she looked both firm and flouncy at the same time.

I, on the other hand, was just firm, and getting firmer. I covered my front with my books and looked around desperately to see if anyone was taking notice. Miss Bell saw that I was having trouble walking, and to comfort me, she put her hand around my neck, swiping a finger gently up and down my cheek. That just increased my agony.

*** The Classroom ***

When we arrived at the biology lab, Miss Bell went to the board, and I made my way, awkwardly, to my group's lab table at the back. I really needed to excuse myself to the toilet so that I could undo the tension in my pants, but I knew that class was about to start. So I thought that, if I could just sit down for a while, I could probably relax and deflate a bit.

I was not used to having erections, except for when I woke up with them on some mornings. And whenever that happened, I always took cold showers, as you are supposed to do until you get married. Yes, a cold shower would really do the trick right about now. Of course, on a few of those mornings, I would soap myself down there. That also seemed to relieve the problem if I soaped and soaped and soaped ... No! Stop thinking that way!

As I settled onto the middle stool of the lab station, I was relieved to notice how the height of the lab table covered my problem area. Then, over top of the table, I caught sight of my two evil lab partners arriving, and I realized that I was not out of the woods yet. Claire and Stephanie entered the class in the middle of a bevy of chattering and snickering girls. As the girls broke away from the group to sit down, they each stole a glance back at me before grinning nervously and turning to the front of room. Claire and Stephanie hustled to their stools on either side of me and scooted closer than normal.

"People! People!" Miss Bell called out. "Settle down please. You all have a lab to complete today, and I want to go over the instructions quickly so that you can get at it."

I tried to be nonchalant; I tried to pay attention. But on either side of me, my lab partners were staring at me, and my ignoring them was not making them stop. I finally looked to my right where Claire was beaming with an all-knowing grin. She seemed pretty pleased with herself. I then turned to the left where Stephanie's toothy smile showed an equal degree of self-satisfaction. As Stephanie wiggled her arched eyebrows up and down, I challenged her quietly, "Whaaat?"

Claire leaned on my shoulder and drew herself closer. I turned my head. Her face was directly in front of mine. I could smell the powder from her make-up. She brought a hand up between our eyes and curled her index finger downwards. She made little pointing movements towards my lap and then grinned again.

"Whaaat?" I repeated.

Claire moved her hand down onto my thigh and slid it up towards my ... Whoa!!! I caught her wrist and pulled her hand off my leg.

Claire sighed. She calmly lifted my hand onto the top of the lab table and returned her hand to my thigh. In support, Stephanie grabbed my other hand, moved it onto of the table and held it there. I could tell that any further struggling would be pointless.

Claire slid her hand up my thigh and onto the bulge in my pants. "Oh my goodness!" she said under her breath. Stephanie looked down to watch the progress. Claire roved over my groin and clenched the bulges she encountered. She squeezed one ball and then the other. I looked around the room nervously and caught girls glancing furtively back at us. When Claire found my cock, she slid her fingers along its length and whispered, "Ho-ly!" in surprise.

I was shocked that she was touching me like this and ashamed that it felt so good. "Stop!" I breathed. Then Stephanie reached down to check out what Claire was reacting to. She took her turn fondling my bulge and let out a surprised cough at what she found. More girls' heads glanced back.

Claire grabbed Stephanie's hand and ran it along the length of my shaft. Her palm pressed down as it went, and I felt a thrill travel down my erection with the rub. Inadvertently, I pressed back against her hand, and she made a few more passes. "Stop!" I tried to insist between rubs but to no avail.

Claire grabbed my zipper and pulled it down. I snapped my head over in shock. "What are you doing?!!" I said in panic, but she just grabbed my chin and swivelled my head back around. "Shhh. Pay attention. You're doing the lab," she whispered. I lifted my hand to re-close my fly, but Stephanie pounced on it immediately.

Claire threaded her fingers into the opening of my fly. She fought against the tight confines but eventually worked her way inside. A shiver went up my spine when I felt her whole hand inside my pants. She explored with her fingertips. She squeezed and toyed with each ball and then grasped my hard-on. She took her time kneading, rubbing and squeezing it. It felt so good – so very, very good.

I exhaled audibly, and she experimented with her caresses to see which ones would make me react the most noticeably. She moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Do you like that?" I could only whimper back, "Mmmm ..."

When I eventually opened my eyes, I saw a girl at the front of the room staring at us intently. Across the aisle, two girls were giggling and whispering as they glanced over.

Claire pinched and pulled at the material of my underpants. She was pulling my shorts down inside my pants! The waistband dragged along the length of my erection. I shifted my hips to stop her, but that only allowed her to hook the band under my balls. All of a sudden, her soft fingertips rested on my cock's sensitive skin. They traced lightly up its underside, and then a single fingertip made a delicate run over my tender head. No girl had ever touched my bare penis before! "Ohhh!" I gasped. Little tingles ran up and down my erection, and a funny sensation brewed in my balls. It felt like what happens when I wash too thoroughly in the shower. I was getting very hot and sweaty.

"What are you doing?" Stephanie asked insistently.

"I pulled his underpants down, and I'm touching his wiener."

"No! Let me try."

"No, here, hold his fly open," Claire said as she withdrew her hand, "And I'll pull it out."

"What?!!" I panicked.

"Shhh," Claire responded, "Don't be a wuss, Timmy."

"No way!! The ...," but Stephanie had already grabbed at the flaps of my fly, holding it open for Claire, who wrapped her thin fingers around my hard-on and pulled. But my cock was too stiff to pull out easily. "Hey! Hey!" I said sharply. Then on her next try, the head of my penis rubbed along the inside of my pants and made me shudder. Claire jerked to extract it, and then jerked again, and then again. Each time she pulled, a jolt of pleasure went through my whole lower region. I gasped with each attempt.

Finally, she made a long pull, and it snapped smartly out into the open air. All that rubbing made my erection pulse. I looked around in panic to see who would notice my exposure. Luckily, most people were listening to the teacher, but then I saw the two girls next to us looking over and conferring excitedly. Both Stephanie and Claire stared at my pole.

"Touch it," Stephanie whispered.

"I already touched it," Claire replied, "You touch it."

Stephanie reached down cautiously. She traced along my sensitive skin and then back. Something was happening in my balls. She curled her fingers gently around the top of my cock and passed her thumb lightly over my head.

"Is anything wrong back there, Claire?" Miss Bell asked.

The three of us snapped our heads up towards the front of the class, and Stephanie jerked her arm back to her side.

"Oh, I just dropped something," Claire responded, "It's okay. I'll get it." Claire dropped down to her knees, as Miss Bell went back to her lesson. Claire was grinning naughtily beneath the table. She moved her face towards my groin and kept her eyes locked on mine.

"Timmy," she whispered up at me, "Should I lick it?"

I shook my head insistently, but she had already extended her tongue. She leaned closer and closer. Stephanie covered her mouth with her hand. The tip of Claire's tongue barely touched my sac and flicked.

Something was happening. A tingle vibrated at the base of my cock. I pulled back, but Claire grabbed my cock to prevent my escape. Her grasp did something drastic. A spasm overtook my body and shuddered all the way from my toes up to my head. Claire held on for dear life as I thrust instinctively against her grip. My pelvis lunged forward, and my penis, with Claire's hand, disappeared into a book slot under the table's countertop. My balls clenched, and spurts of cum shot through my penis and splattered against the inside wall of the lab table. I gripped the edge of the counter and embedded my fingertips into its wood. My neck muscles clenched with tension. Shot after shot pulsed through Claire's grip as if it would never stop, but when it finally did, I emitted a deep, low moan under my breath.

"Is everything okay back there, Timothy?" The question came from Miss Bell and caused many of the girls in the class to snicker. Everyone was looking at us.

I was barely conscious. My breathing was ragged, and blood was just returning to my head. Claire jumped up and yelled, "Found it!" holding up a pencil. And then I added, unconvincingly, that I was fine. But I wasn't fine. My erection was still full on and throbbing.

*** The Lab ***

"Okay everyone," Miss Bell called out, "Get started on your labs." All at once, there was general commotion in the room as books were put away and lab equipment was set up. I tried to catch my breath.

Claire held her hand out for Stephanie to see, and then she spread her fingers. A string of cum stretched out between her fingertips like a spider-web. Stephanie stifled a laugh. My head was swimming as I thought about my cum being on Claire's fingers, and then I saw Miss Bell making her way back to our station. I knew that I was not going to be able to get zipped up before she arrived. My hard-on was not going down and was, if anything, even larger now. What if she saw me standing here with my penis sticking out of my pants ... and dripping with cum? I pressed my pelvis against the table to hide my erection in the book slot under the counter. A strange odour was wafting up from underneath, and I was turning bright red.

"Hi, Miss Bell," Claire said as our teacher reached us, "Timmy still looks shaky. Maybe he should go see the nurse." What was she doing??? I was exposed over here!

"Timothy, do you want me to walk you down to the nurse's office?" Miss Bell asked. "You do look a little flushed." As she talked, Claire turned to me, grinning with an evil glint in her eye, and Stephanie leaned across the table at my waist, looking up at us attentively.

"No, I'm okay," I insisted. "I just sneezed; that's all." Everyone seemed to be closing in on me. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? Suddenly, I felt something rub against my penis. I looked down at Stephanie, who was resting her chin on her hand and her elbow on the table. But where was her other hand? Then, I felt fingertips trace lightly along my hard shaft in the book slot.


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"Miss Bell," Claire said, "We're having trouble with our microscope." No, no, no, Claire!! Let her go!

Under the counter, Stephanie's hand gently encircled my shaft and slowly slid along it back and forth. The cum residue squished in her grip and lubricated her stroke. She looked up at me impassively. Her arm movement was barely detectable. I mouthed for her to stop and then bit my lower lip.

"Well, you're not set up," Miss Bell said as she pulled the microscope towards her, "Where's your specimen slide?" Back and forth, back and forth. I hunched forward to shield the book slot from Miss Bell's sight. Back and forth, back and forth, and over the tip.

"Could we use this one?" Claire asked and produced a slide with clear goo on it. Oh, no! It was my cum!! Back and forth, back and forth.

Miss Bell took the slide and furrowed her brow. "What's this? No, that's not it." She handed the slide back to Claire and looked around the countertop.

Stephanie's hand picked up speed. Slick, slick, slick, slick. I grunted involuntarily, "Uuhhhh."

"What's that, Timothy? Do you see it?" Miss Bell said, scanning the tabletop.

Slick, slick, slick, slick. "Ohhh, ... It's ... ohhh ... It's ohhh-ver ..." I tried to point and also to maintain control.

"Here it is!" Miss Bell picked up the slide, clipped it on the microscope's stage and adjusted the focus. When our teacher bent over, her attention distracted, Stephanie ended her covert movement and started really pumping. Sli-ick-ick-ick-ick-ick. I wanted to scream! My balls gripped, and my back arched. It was going to happen ... again.

Miss Bell straightened up. "There, who would like to have a look?"

I pounced over of the eyepiece, almost hitting Miss Bell on my descent, in order to brace myself for what was to happen and to hide my face from the expression that would result. Sli-ick-ick-ick-ick-ick. My whole groin spasmed. A load of cum spurt into the book slot. "Uuurmphhh," I grunted into the microscope, despite my best attempts to suppress the noise.

"You see it, Timothy?"

"Uuurmphhh," I grunted again, as more spurts escaped me. I clenched every muscle in my body to cover my convulsing.

"He sounds excited about what he's looking at, doesn't he Miss Bell?" Claire noted. The last of my spasming subsided.

Miss Bell's face appeared in my peripheral vision as she bent down to my face. "Are you okay, sweetie? You look very red." She combed her fingers through my hair soothingly. "And you're sweaty."

I stayed doubled over. "I have a little stomach cramp, I guess."

"Well, class is almost over. I want you to stay behind, and then you and I are definitely going to see the nurse. Understand?" She leaned in and gave me a little kiss on my temple – a soft little kiss. "Oh, you're warm!"

Miss Bell scurried off to confirm the progress of the other groups. When her back was to us, I reared up and stepped back from the lab table. My dripping cock glared angrily up me. It was still hard!!

"What were you thinking?" I seethed, glaring at the girls, "We could get expelled!"

Submissively, Claire and Stephanie both clasped their hands in front of themselves and pursed their lips in mock innocence, but the upturned corners of their mouths betrayed them. Finally, Claire, followed by Stephanie, held up a hand in front of my face, and as they slowly opened and closed their fingers, strings of cum spanned the gaps. "Webbies!" giggled Claire, and both of them snickered uncontrollably.

"Okay, people," Miss Bell announced, "Please clean up your stations before you leave."

My lab partners regained their composure long enough to pack up. I turned my back to the class and wrestled my hard, sticky shaft back into my pants. Despite my best efforts, wet stains appeared on the front of my pants. My penis was still sensitive to the touch, and as I stuffed it into my underpants, I got even more aroused. Wasn't it ever going to relax?

People began to filter out. As I zipped up, Stephanie mentioned, "Timmy, don't forget to get your books."

"Yeah, yeah," I replied dismissively, and then when I heard her giggle, I froze. Turning around, I stared at the book slot with which I had recently become overly familiar. "Nuts!"

Claire and Stephanie burst out laughing and left the class arm-in-arm. I could hear their cackling all the way out the door. What a day!

*** The Teacher's Desk ***

I extracted my poor, deflowered books from under the table and did my best to squeegee off the goo with my hand. Then I gathered them together into a sticky pile and held them in front of me to cover my bulge. Why wasn't it deflating? Shuffling dejectedly to the front of the room, I wondered what I was going to say to Miss Bell. I couldn't tell her the truth; it would be too embarrassing. What if she went back and looked under our lab table?

I watched Miss Bell erasing the board. Her ass cheeks scrunched and jiggled as she wiped the brush back and forth. Then, as she reached towards the top of the board, they almost popped out underneath her tight skirt hem. I didn't need to look at this stimulation.

I dropped my pile of books onto one of the front tables and noticed that I had smeared some cum from the books onto the front of my pants. Great! I tried to wipe it off with the palm of my hand, but the gunk just seemed to smear, so I kept rubbing. I wished it didn't feel so good, but I didn't want it to set in. I rubbed and rubbed. I was beginning to think that I was getting it off. I rubbed and rubbed. Maybe once more. I rubbed and ...

"Timothy?" Miss Bell was facing me and looked a little shocked.

"Oh!" I dropped my hands to my side.

"What were you doing, dear?"

"I was just ... Nothing."

Miss Bell approached me and swished the hair out of my eyes. "How are you feeling now, sweetie? You're sweating a bit." Then she peered down to see what I had been doing. She must have seen the wet spot ... and the bulge. When her gaze returned, she looked different, as if she were grinning, but she wasn't. She looked deeply into my eyes. "I guess we should go see the nurse now."

"No, I ... I'm ... I'm not really sick, Miss Bell." I cast my eyes down in embarrassment and unintentionally stared at her cleavage. Blushing, I jerked my head back up.

Miss Bell smirked and caressed my cheek with the palm of her hand. "No? No, I suppose not. But you have been acting strangely today, haven't you?" She gave my cheek another little stroke.

"Uhh ... strange? Um, what do you mean?"

"The flushing, the sweating, the nervousness, the ... the stiffness."

How embarrassing! I didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, sweetie. I understand. Come with me." She took my hand and led me towards her desk in the corner. "We need to have a little talk. Here, have a seat on my desk. I'm just going to make sure that we won't be interrupted."

I plopped down on the edge of the desk and adjusted the front of my pants as best I could. Miss Bell crossed the class and shut the door. She searched the floor and then kicked a wooden wedge under the door, propping it closed. Then she walked back to me, her high heels clicking firmly on the floor and her breasts jostling under her blouse.

She halted in front of me and then looked into my eyes, composing herself. Her demeanour softened. She drew close to me, squeezing her hips between my spread legs. Her perfume filled my nose. I felt very uncomfortable and leaned away.

She placed her hands on top of my thighs and rubbed them soothingly. She peeked down at my groin again and then looked back softly into my eyes. I hadn't noticed before how green her eyes were.

"Timothy," she began, "You shouldn't be embarrassed when your body does things that are beyond your control. You are at an age when you are going to experience many wonderful changes. Facial hair ..." She caressed my chin. "A deeper voice ..." She tickled my throat with her nails. "Chest hair ..." She slid her hand down my shirt. "And ..." She placed a fingertip on my bulge. "Arousal."

She smiled when she saw my eyes widen. Reaching behind me, she pulled out some tissues from a dispenser box. "You should celebrate the way you are maturing." She dabbed the tissues on my wet spot and then rubbed it more deliberately. I felt the pressure through my pants, and a warm sensation travelled up my shaft. "You just need to be more discreet." She rubbed and rubbed. My hard-on tingled.

"Uhhh!" I reacted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I guess I should be more careful. You do look a little ... fragile right now. Those tight pants can't be helping." She unbuckled my belt and unfastened the button at my waist. "Let's just relieve some pressure here."

"What??" My voice quavered.

She pulled down my zipper. "Relax, Timothy. No one can walk in and see you. I'm just going to give you some more room." My swollen groin pushed through the open flaps of my fly but still strained against my underwear and pants.

Miss Bell pondered my constraining clothes. "Timothy, scoot your bum up." She grabbed onto my waistband at the hips and tugged. "I think that we should just let everything out in the open until you can relax."

I was shocked. I was going to argue, but her initial pull nearly yanked me off the desk, and when I lifted myself back into place, her next pull succeeded in disrobing my lower half, underpants included. My penis jumped out and stood proudly erect in my lap.

"There you go, sweetie. That should feel much ... Ohh! My! You were having trouble, weren't you?"

I brought my hands around to cover myself.

"No, no, honey. Don't touch it. Just let it alone." She pulled my hands aside, brushing against my erection in the process, and then reached in to steady it gently.

"Ohhh," I reacted to her touch. Something gurgled in my balls and gave me a sense of foreboding. She really needed to watch what she's doing!

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll be more careful." She leaned in and gave me a peck on my cheek. I felt her eyelashes tickle my cheekbone.

There was a moment of silence, during which she gazed at my erection. Then she snickered. Looking back at me, she said, "You know, Timothy. I do feel a little flattered by this. You're really sweet to get this worked up about me." She leaned in again and touched the tips of her lips ever so slightly on mine. I froze as they gave my lips the barest of nibbles. In my lap, a fingertip traced up the side of my cock, and then her hand lightly encircled it and gently descended to its base. A shudder went up my spine. When she pulled back, her hand had returned to my thigh, where it massaged the muscle.

She suddenly became more detached. "Let's talk about something else until it goes down."

"It won't."

"It won't what?"

"It won't go down."

"Oh, don't be silly, dear. Of course it will."

"No, it won't. It hasn't gone down all morning."

"All morning?" Miss Bell screwed up her face. She looked down at it and then back up at me. "You mean you keep getting erections – one after another."

"No, the same one. I've had it for over an hour. And it keeps getting bigger."

"Huh," she exclaimed and directed her attention down again. "Maybe we should take you to the nurse after all." She pinched my little head and swivelled my pole around to inspect it. Then she squatted down until her face was level with it. She grabbed its base and began bending it in different angles. With her other hand, she touched and prodded different points along the shaft and the balls. Her little probes tickled all over.

"Oh, Miss Bell!" I called out, "Oh! It's ... It's ..." I shifted and trembled on the table.

"What's wrong, Timothy? Does it hurt?" She clenched her hand supportively around my shaft. It was the wrong thing to do.

"No. No don't." I began to rock. She maintained her grip.

"It's okay, Timothy. I'm here with you." She, inadvertently, pulled my erection down horizontal with the table.

"Ohhh, don't, don't, don't, don't, ..." I bucked my hips. Her grip just felt too good, and I couldn't help but to push into her grasp. "Oh, no. Oh, no." I thrust forcefully, and she increased her grip even more. "Ohh, I'm going to ... uuunghhhhh!!"

Gobs of cum launched directly at her face and splattered on impact. I could hear the squishing sound of each spurt hitting her skin. She leaned back in surprise, but balancing on her haunches, she couldn't get out of the line of fire. Shots hit her nose, an eye, her forehead, a cheek, ....

Eventually, the shooting subsided, and I tried to catch my breath. Rivulets of cum ran from her clenched eyes over her tightly closed lips. She opened her mouth wide, as much to show surprise as to get some air. As long drips of cum glooped past her lips into her mouth, she spit and sputtered to expel them.

Miss Bell scraped the goo off her face and flicked it onto the ground. I reached for the box behind me, pulled out handfuls of tissues and handed them to her. As she blotted up the mess, the gravity of the situation sunk in. My cum was in her eyes, up her nostrils and on her lips. I was mortified ... and still hard.

Was I never going to go down?? What was in those pills that Claire and Stephanie had forced me to take? With each orgasm I had, I seemed to get bigger, stronger and more ready to go again. My hard-on stood solidly erect in my lap as if anticipating the next opportunity.

Miss Bell stood up shakily, continuing to wipe away my residue. Drops of cum dribbled onto her tight white shirt and soaked in, making little transparent blotches. She kept her eyes shut and was still spitting. "I am so sorry, Timothy. Ppptttt. I didn't mean that to happen. Pppttt. Are you okay?" She reached out blindly for my thigh and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Yes." I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't begin to think what to say.

"Timothy, I have to go get cleaned up. I want you to stay here until I get back." Turning and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she tottered across the class and bumped into the door. Grabbing the knob, she pulled on it without success. After a couple more frantic tugs, she kicked away the door wedge, flung the door open and left.

I was suddenly visible to people passing in the hall. Luckily, the few students who were out there turned and stared instead at Miss Bell's rush down the hall. I jumped off the desk and stuffed myself frantically back into my pants. I got my underpants up but couldn't close the zipper. I turned my back to the door and kept pulling on the tab.

*** The Bathroom ***

After a few more tugs, I feared that I would either split the stitching or get myself caught in the zipper. I tried using one of my hands to compress my bulge and shield it from the closing teeth, but then I couldn't get enough traction with my other hand to make the zipper move.

"Timmy," a voice called through the classroom door, "Oh, Timmy!! What are you doing?"

Oh no! It was Claire. I covered my open fly with my hand and turned around.

Claire approached me, grinning. "Come on. Miss Bell told me to bring you down to the nurse's office." She grabbed my free hand and pulled me back towards the door.

"But my zipper?"

She dragged me across the room. "Don't worry. Just walk behind me."

"But my books?"

"No time."

I stumbled into the corridor and attempted to fall into step. People seemed to be ignoring me, and I tried to stay close in behind Claire's hustling figure. We zipped down a flight of stairs and along the hallway below. However, before we got to the nurse's office, Claire halted in front of the girls' bathroom and looked all around us. Satisfied, she shoved me through the door.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, tumbling into the side of a sink. When I regained my footing, I looked up at a group of girls, who were giggling and jabbering by the last stall near the window. A few were pointing my way, and some in the back were craning their necks to see.

Stephanie came forward and drew me back to the group. I surveyed their faces; the eight of them were all from my biology class. Milling around excitedly in their school uniforms, they seemed energized and expectant. I had a sinking feeling that I was somehow part of whatever they were waiting for.

Stephanie braced me against the partition of the last stall so that I was facing the group. Claire appeared at my side. I couldn't speak. My throat went dry, and my balls tingled.

The girls moved their heads around to get a better look. Their eyes were glinting. "Let's see it! Let's see it!" came a cry from the back of the group.

"All right. Settle down," Claire calmed the group, as Stephanie fiddled with my zipper.

I tried to fend Stephanie off, and for a bit, we tussled at my fly, our hands wrestling and slapping against each other. Claire came to her assistance, and then another girl joined in. I struggled and writhed. All of the girls pressed in on me. Soon, my arms were pinned above my head, and my fly and waistband were assaulted by many hands.

Claire leaned towards my ear. "Do I have to tie you up, Timmy?" she whispered.

"No," I whimpered.

My pants were yanked down my legs. My erection stretched against the fabric of my underpants.

The girls got uncomfortably close, and their gibbering got more excited. Stephanie placed a finger on the end of my penis and flicked it down. My pole rebounded and oscillated stiffly in my underpants, and the girls giggled in response.

A pair of hands grabbed the bottom of my shorts and snatched them to the floor in a single motion. My cock stood out defiantly in the centre of the group. Everyone paused.

"All right," Claire said, "Go ahead. Touch it."

Someone nudged Samantha, who was standing at the front, but she flinched and backed herself into the group.

"Lindy!" someone yelled out, and then a few others endorsed the suggestion, "Yeah, Lindy!" A petite girl with braids and glasses was hustled to the front.

Claire drew her by the elbow towards me. "Don't be shy, Lindy. Go ahead."

Extending a finger, Lindy touched the tip of my cock and then recoiled. She reached forward again and traced her fingertip delicately along the topside of my shaft. It tickled exquisitely and sent a chill up my spine. My body shuddered, and I let out a low moan.

Over my head, my arms prickled from lack of blood and trembled from weakness. The crowd closed in. One by one, hands reached forward and fondled my groin. Fingers pulled on my balls and massaged my testicles. Hands grasped and released my shaft. As one hand slid down its length, another followed in behind. Too many sensations flooded my perception, and a now familiar roiling in my balls warned me that something big would soon happen.

"Kiss it," someone called out.

"It's getting really red," said someone else.

Finally, Claire pulled me away from the group. "All right. All right. Steph, you can take him in now. Here are my pantyhose."

Stephanie directed me into the end stall and prompted me to sit on the toilet. I was happy to finally drop my arms, which tingled with the return of blood. Surprisingly, she sat on my lap facing forward and snuggled her back against my chest. Leaning her head back to my ear, she whispered, "I didn't sit on anything, did I?"

"No," I replied.

She squirmed her bum into me and lifted my arm onto her lap. Picking up my hand, she slipped a loop around my wrist. It was the pantyhose.

Claire entered the cubicle, looked at Stephanie and said, "Okay?" Stephanie nodded her head and stood up.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Claire sidled between the toilet and partition. On the other side of the stall, Stephanie lifted my hand gently with her pantyhose leash. Suddenly, Stephanie yanked down on the hose, pulling my hand behind me. Claire grabbed my other hand to my side and reached under the toilet tank. In no time, the pantyhose was wrapped around my other wrist, and I was fixed in place.




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"Hey, hey, hey," I exclaimed, wrestling against my restraint.

Stephanie exited the stall, and Claire sat sideways on my lap, facing the partition. "Ohh, what's wrong, Timmy?" But she wasn't looking at me. Instead, she leaned over and spun on the toilet paper dispenser. Sheet after sheet reeled down towards the floor.

"What are you doing? Untie me! Let me up!"

Claire calmly ripped off the long run of sheets, and as she balled it into her hand, she spun the toilet roll again. "Let you go?"

"YES! Let me go!"

Claire balled up the second run of sheets and turned towards me. "Now, Timmy," she said, bringing the two wads up to my face, "Do you want to be a good boy and stay quiet, or do I need to stuff these into your mouth?"

"What?"

"Okay," Claire sighed and pinched my nose. I opened my mouth to breathe, and she jammed part of one of the wads between my lips. I shook my head violently, but she kept ramming it in. "Moaff! Meee moaff," I gagged.

Claire fished out the tissues. "What, Timmy?"

"Don't. Please don't." I gasped.

"Are you going to be good?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm?"

"Yes. I promise. I promise I'll keep quiet."

Claire kissed my forehead and stood up. Looking down at my still fully firm hard-on, she gave it a little tweak and then walked out of the stall.

Over the partition, I could hear her speaking to the group. "Okay, everyone has one minute alone in there. You can do whatever you want with him, but when I say, 'Time's up,' you have to let the next person in. Understand?"

The noise level in the bathroom increased, and then Lindy appeared at the stall door. She looked at me shyly and grinned nervously. A shove from behind her propelled her inside, and the stall door swung closed behind her.

She paused. Then she straddled my legs and sat on my lap. Her pleated plaid skirt fell over top of my erection, the rough material chafing its topside. She jostled her hips up closer to me, and under her skirt, I imagined my penis hovering inches away from her panty-covered pussy.

Lindy raised an index finger to her mouth and bit down demurely on the fingernail. Through her glasses, she looked at me coyly, but there was also impishness in her eyes. The braids on the sides of her head fell over her shoulders and down to her chest. 

She reached for the hem of her skirt and, with a quick motion, lifted it up to her chest. Glancing down, she exclaimed, "Oh!" My hard-on was revealed, as were her small white cotton panties.

"Don't," I pleaded.

"Don't what?" she asked innocently. She pinned her skirt to her body with one hand and let the other hand drift down to my cock, encircling it with an open grip. Her touch was buttery soft, and her fingers were delicately small.

A jolt shot from my balls into my stomach. "Don't" I repeated futilely. I closed my eyes and leaned back.

Lindy moved her hand slowly up and down my cock. Her light grasp slipped over the skin smoothly. I could feel cool fingers, little tickles and gentle buffs. It was almost worse than if she were rubbing it firmly. Another jolt went into my stomach.

She changed her grip to place all her fingertips on top of my little head like a hat and then pulled them up at the same time. Her fingertips slid over my sensitive tip. She repeated the pull a few more times. The sensation ran down my shaft and caused me to buck my hips each time. I heard her giggle.

I suddenly felt that I was at the threshold. My cock quivered, and my balls twinged. "You have to stop now," I whispered.

"Why?" she asked and formed her hand into a loosely closed fist. She held her little fist just above the head and then ran it down the length of my cock in a single movement.

"Oh no! Oh no!" I exclaimed. My balls gurgled, and my hips thrust upward. She grabbed the base of my penis like the horn of a saddle, and I bucked beneath her. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... Unnngghhhhh!!!"

Spurts pushed past her grip and splattered against the inside material of her skirt.

"Eeeee!" she squealed and let her skirt drop back onto my lap. She placed her hands on my shoulders and tried to stand up, but her shoes slipped from under her. I shot and shot and shot under her skirt, and imagined that my cum was spraying against her inner thighs and cotton panties.

"Aaahhh!!" she screamed, as my spurting petered out. She finally stood up from my lap but still straddled my legs. Pulling her skirt up to her chin, she looked down at the damage. White globs oozed down her legs, and a wet blotch grew transparent at the crotch of her panties.

The door to the stall slammed open, and Claire entered with a panicked look on her face. Lindy burst out of the stall in tears. "I'm going to get pregnant now!" she wailed.

"You're not going to get pregnant," Claire yelled back and then looked down at my lap. As always, my hard cock stood stiffly erect, unfazed by the incident. A few smears of cum matted the hairs of my thighs.

Claire left the stall and was soon replaced by Stephanie with wet paper towels in hand. I could overhear Claire speaking to the group. "Okay, okay. Someone help Lindy get cleaned up," she said, "He'll be ready to go again in a second. Vanessa, I think you were the next one up."

"No, me," said someone else. Lindy's crying was subsiding.

Stephanie exited the stall, and when the door opened again, a statuesque redhead with long legs and a large bosom stood at the entrance. Trudy, I think her name is. A large smile developed on her face – a large, evil smile.

Suddenly, the main bathroom door burst open. "What's going on in here?" It was Miss Bell.

Someone yelped in surprise. Then Claire came forward. "Miss Bell, thank goodness you're here," she said emotionally. "We were about to get the nurse."

"What's going on, Claire?" Miss Bell made her way to my stall, and the redhead stepped away. When Miss Bell pushed opened the door, she looked shocked.

"We were taking Timmy to the nurse's office and brought him in here to get cleaned up, but when we came in, he locked himself in the stall, and we couldn't get in," Claire explained.

"Claire, is he ... is he tied up?" Miss Bell asked. Behind them, the girls were sneaking quietly past and making their way to the door.

"Well, Stephanie finally had to climb over the partition. Miss Bell, he was doing something to his wiener. He was smacking it or something," Claire was talking breathlessly, "Anyway, we couldn't get him to stop. He kept pulling on it and pulling on it. It was all red, and we thought he was going to hurt himself, so we thought we should tie him down, and we had to get help to hold him, because he wouldn't let it go, and ..."

"Okay, okay, Claire," Miss Bell interrupted, "I get the picture. Now, help me untie him."

Claire and Miss Bell undid my wrists, and Stephanie brought over my clothes. We exited the stall, and Miss Bell walked me to a more open area. "You girls should hustle off to your next class," Miss Bell said, and then before the two departed, added, "And girls, I don't want you or the other girls to be blabbing this around the school. Understand?"

Claire and Stephanie nodded their heads. Claire looked like she was going to say something else, but Stephanie gripped her upper arm and swung her out the door.

Miss Bell squatted on her haunches and held my underpants open for me to step into. My erection wavered stiffly back and forth over her head. She lifted my shorts up to my thighs, and then the bathroom door opened. A young girl with glasses entered and stopped in her tracks. She gripped her books to her chest, swallowed and glared at us. Miss Bell, squatting in front of my aroused member with my shorts in her hands, opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. The little girl, her eyes wide open, backed out the door cautiously and left.

*** The Nurse's Office ***

With Miss Bell's help, I dressed and straightened myself as best as I could, although I still wasn't able to get my zipper closed. My swollen erection throbbed in my underpants and bulged through the fly of my pants.

Together, we hustled out of the bathroom and into the nurse's office adjacent, finally completing the journey I thought I had been on earlier. Miss Bell hurried me straight through the outer office and into the examination room, which was fortunately unoccupied. Shutting the door behind us, she seemed to relax.

Soon, Nurse Moore entered the room and closed the door. She was wearing a white belted dress, white sheer nylons and white flat shoes. The uniform seemed awfully tight, and I concluded that something must have gone wrong the last time she had washed it. It looked very uncomfortable and no longer buttoned up properly, especially at the chest.

"Is this Tim?" she asked in a throaty voice, setting down some supplies on the counter. Miss Bell nodded silently, her arms crossed anxiously over her chest. Obviously, my predicament had been the topic of some previous discussion.

The gravely quality of Nurse Moore's voice was strangely exciting. It contrasted with her feminine looks and hinted that it had been cultured in a youth spent drinking and smoking. It gave her an aura of street savvy and supported her reputation for being able to see through even the best thought-out sick-chit scam. Supposedly, no one could hold up under the penetrating stare of her dark eyes and the accusing scepticism of her wry smile. Yet, many of my male classmates seemed to visit her office regularly. But not me, I was rarely sick, except right now.

"Okay, young man," she said in a husky, authoritative tone, "Take off your pants and jump up on the table so we can see what's going on."

The preciseness of her facial features was offset by the softness of her flawless skin. Her brown hair, which was supposedly long and thick, was fastened into a tight bun at the back of her head as usual.

"Do you want me to leave?" Miss Bell asked, as if there was any mystery left for her.

"No," Nurse Moore said, "I should have someone else in the room when I'm doing this type of examination."

Turning my back to the female onlookers, I slipped off my pants and shorts and placed them on a nearby chair. I cupped my hands over my penis and then hopped onto the examination table, dangling my legs over the side. The table's protective paper crinkled noisily under my bottom.

Nurse Moore walked over and placed her hands on my knees. Leaning forward, I had my hands clasped protectively between my inner thighs. "Well I'm not going to be able to do much if you won't let me take a peek," she said.

I looked into her face and melted. Her stare was, in fact, penetrating. "Oh sorry," I replied nervously and leaned back, opening my legs hesitantly. My erection presented itself proudly in my lap.

"My, my, my!" she exclaimed, "Someone certainly is enthused this morning." She ran a hand up my inner thigh and then back to my knee, causing me to squirm. "And how long have you been in this state?"

"All morning."

"All morning?" Nurse Moore's slid both hands up my thighs and kept them near my groin. "You mean you've sustained the same erection all morning?"

"Um ... yes."

"And when did it start?"

"When I saw Miss Bell arrive in the parking lot first thing."

Miss Bell covered her mouth with her hand and blushed.

"I see," Nurse Moore reflected, absently tracing a finger under my sac and then stopping. Its tickling gave me a little thrill. "Well, it's a little unusual, but you should be okay once you ejaculate."

"But he has ejaculated," Miss Bell interjected.

"He has?" Nurse Moore arched her eyebrows and dramatically looked back over her shoulder. "You're sure?"

"Oh ... well," Miss Bell stammered, "Yes ... He ... uh ... he t-told me he had."

Nurse Moore turned back to me, one eyebrow cocked. "Have you ejaculated today?"

Now, I was blushing. "Yes."

"Really? Humfff ..." Her hands moved even further up my thighs, the fingertips grazing the edge of my pubic area.

"A bunch of times," I added.

"A bunch of times? Oh dear." Nurse Moore scrunched up her face. "Well I'm going to have to examine you. I want you to relax, and if it feels like something is about to happen, I want you to warn me. Okay?" She moved over to the sink and washed her hands.

"Happen?" I asked, "What could happen?"

Nurse Moore returned to my front, drying her hands on a paper towel. She set her mouth and glared into my eyes. "Anything!" Her response made me nervous, even more than I already was.

With one hand, she grasped the tip of my hard-on, and with the other hand, she manipulated my sac. She kneaded my testicles and vessels through the skin, examining one side thoroughly and then moving to the other. Her rough touching and intense attention stirred a familiar, warm feeling in my groin. Miss Bell edged closer for a better look.

"Did you get hit here this morning?"

"No."

Nurse Moore bent in closer and gave my erection a careful inspection. Her hands pulled and rolled the organ into different positions. Her nose got dangerously close to touching it and her breath blew warmly on its skin. The anxious feeling in my balls increased. Miss Bell craned her neck to see over the nurse's shoulder.

"Did you lift anything heavy?"

"No."

Nurse Moore swung over a large magnifying lens on an extension arm and clicked on its fluorescent light. She held my shaft firmly in her hand and traced a finger over its tip. It tickled wonderfully. Gazing through the lens, she used her fingernail to spread open the little hole. The sting of its touch on my inner skin made me jump. Miss Bell looked at me sympathetically.

"Don't move, please," Nurse Moore warned. She continued her questioning, "Are you currently taking any drugs?"

I hesitated. "I ... I'm not on any prescription."

Nurse Moore swung the lens out of the way and drew close to my face. "Let me rephrase that, shall I? Have you recently taken any drugs?"

I looked over at Miss Bell and then back at Nurse Moore. "Well ... Well, they were small, and they looked like candy, and they could have been candy actually, and I only took a few of them, and ..."

"How many?"

"I don't know. A handful."

"A handful?!" Nurse Moore sounded shocked, and Miss Bell suddenly bit one of her knuckles. "Were they small and blue and diamond shaped?"

"Yes."

"Kids!" Nurse Moore sighed. Turning to Miss Bell, she said, "I think we have a little problem." That didn't sound good.

"Is he going to be okay?" Miss Bell asked anxiously.

"He'll be fine, but I think treatment is going to be a problem."

"What do you mean?

"Observe," Nurse Moore turned back to me. "You need to be ... um ... monitored for a while, Tim. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Well then, I'm going to have to phone your parents," Nurse Moore explained.

"NO!! Don't! Please don't tell them," I pleaded.

Nurse Moore turned back to Miss Bell with a look that said, 'demonstration completed,' but Miss Bell just shrugged her shoulders. "Let's talk in the next room," Nurse Moore said and exited the door.

Miss Bell caressed my cheek with the palm of her hand, and then followed the nurse. I knew it!! Claire and Stephanie! Those two witches and their pills!!

After a while, I noticed that the door was not completely closed. I sneaked over to hear my prognosis. Positioning my ear by the crack of the door, I could just make out the discussion in the outer office.

"... That's right. And if he isn't relieved that often, then the hydrostatic pressure will build up and eventually blow out his vessel valves, perhaps permanently." It was Nurse Moore's voice. "He could end up becoming impotent." Impotent!!

"Oh my!" Miss Bell said, "Well, why can't he just ... you know ...?"

"And where do you suggest he do that?"

"At home."

"You know how conservative his parents are?"

"You're right," Miss Bell said, "I guess it would be a bit awkward for him."

"Awkward isn't the half of it. Do you realize how much stimulation he's going to need to do that by himself that often? How much visual stimuli do you think his old man has kickin' around the house?"

"Oh my!"

"That's right."

"Well, what about the hospital?"

"Then I would have to tell his parents."

"Yes, I see your point."

"But don't forget, there's also a psychological component here."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when it comes to this sort of thing, he's still at a formative age mentally. It's important that his experiences be positive and sharing. If we were to just send him off to a toilet with some magazines to do it that many times, then we could be warping his behaviour for the rest of his life."

"So what are you saying?" There was a long pause. "Oh, no. No, you're not suggesting ... Oh, but I couldn't ..."

"Think of it as guidance ... or mentoring."

"But if anyone at the school found out ..."

"What choice do we have? Besides, his situation may correct itself at anytime now. It just requires a lot of ... um ... a lot of personal attention."

"Well, if it's the only option, I suppose I could ..." Miss Bell's voice trailed off.

"Listen, I'll get things started," Nurse Moore said, "But I've got other commitments tonight, and he's going to need someone to be with him continuously. You're going to have to ..." The two women started moving towards the door, and so I darted back to the table. When they entered, Miss Bell bit her lower lip and looked at me through sympathetic eyes. Then she moved beside me and stroked my upper arm.

Nurse Moore crossed to the counter. She extracted some items from a drawer, placed them in a small metal pan and carried them back to the examination table. Dumping the contents out beside me, she handed the empty pan to Miss Bell and said, "Tim, you have something called Recurring Priapic Hyper-stimulation Response." Then she ripped open a package and shook out a pair of latex gloves. Stretching them over her fingers, she snapped them at the wrists, "Worried?"

I swallowed. "A little."

She placed her hands on my knees and forcefully spread them apart. "I don't want you to worry, Tim," she said, squeezing her hips in between my knees. I was shocked to see her reach behind her head and pull the hairpin out of her bun. She flipped her head from side to side, and her long thick hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. Then she combed her fingers through her hair to fluff it out further. "You're going to be just fine."

She placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed me back. "I want you to just relax and let this happen naturally," she said, "I've given your teacher a treatment routine for you to follow, and then you should be fine."

I looked over at Miss Bell, who smiled thinly at me. Behind her, I noticed that the door had not been completely closed, and I could have sworn that I saw something move on the other side.

Nurse Moore picked up a tube from the table beside me and unscrewed the cap. She squeezed a large glob of clear gel into her palm.

"Is that medicine?" I asked.

"You could say that," she said smiling and then all at once squished her hand onto my groin, smearing the gel all over. "It's the best kind of medicine." I flinched at the coldness of the gel and the suddenness of her movement.

With her free hand, she started undoing the top buttons on her uniform, which caused her dress to spread open. My eyes bugged out. "Just relax, Tim," she said soothingly.

Miss Bell stepped forward and helped unfasten the belt and lower buttons. Was this really happening? Underneath, Nurse Moore wore a delicate white-lace bra and panty set that barely covered her special areas.

I squirmed under her slippery fondling and turned my head away from her exposed body. I knew I shouldn't be looking at it. I shouldn't be letting her do this. I shouldn't be getting so turned on.

Miss Bell stepped around behind the exam table and leaned over my shoulder. She placed her hand on my far cheek and swivelled my head forward so that I was back to looking at the nurse's body. Then she pressed her face against my near cheek and spoke softly to me, "It's okay to look at her, Timothy. It's for your own good." Her hand was now petting my other cheek soothingly. "Doesn't she have a nice body?"




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"Yes," I said weakly.

Nurse Moore's hands were now both on my shaft, repeatedly squishing along its length. Slurp-slurp, slurp-slurp. The slippery rubbing was building up a tension inside me.

"Mmmm. Doesn't that feel good, Timothy?" When Miss Bell talked, I could feel her cheek move against my cheek. I could smell her perfume. I could see her eye right next to mine, feel her eyelashes tickling mine.

Slurp-slurp, slurp-slurp. Nurse Moore's breasts jiggled on her chest with her pumping. I bucked my hips in rhythm. I was losing control.

"Yesss ... Ohhh ..."

Slurp-slurp, slurp-slurp. Miss Bell's hand dropped from my cheek to my lap, where she cupped my balls under the nurse's pumping. Her hands became covered with gel, and as she manipulated my sac, her fingers sometimes pulled on my testicles and sometimes let them squish through her grip. "Let it go, Timothy," she murmured at my cheek, "Let it all go. I'm here with you. Just let go." I could feel the corner of her mouth brush the edge of my lips as she whispered, and I wanted to turn my head and kiss it.

"Ohhh ..."

Nurse Moore leaned just in front of my nose; our three foreheads lightly pressed together. Her pumping underneath us was relentless. Slurp-slurp, slurp-slurp. She stared into my eyes but spoke to Miss Bell at my side, "He's getting close. I can hear it in his breathing. Get the pan ready." Her breath blew against my mouth; her nose hovered just at mine's tip.

Miss Bell squeezed gently on my balls. "I feel it," she whispered back and then turned her mouth to my ear. "Just let it go," she breathed into my ear and kissed my lobe. Nurse Moore increased her rate. Slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, ...

"Ohhh!! Ohhh!!"

Miss Bell brought the metal pan around to the front with one hand and kept massaging my balls with the other. Her lips stayed near my ear, and her breath tickled its opening, "I feel it, Timothy. It's almost there." Nurse Moore angled my erection down to aim it at the pan. She pumped frantically on its top half. Slip-ip-ip-ip-ip ...

"Ohhh!! Ohhh!! OHHH!!!" I bucked my hips.

Miss Bell released my balls and hugged me tightly around my waist. She pressed her cheek firmly onto mine, trying to steady my contorting body. Nurse Moore's hand was a blur but was having difficulty tracking the pan. Slip-ip-ip-ip-ip-ip-ip-ip-ip ...

"AHHH!! NNNGHHHHH!!!" I shot and shot. My back arched forcefully, and my whole body seized. Miss Bell's firm hugging kept me from falling off the table. In my stretch, my face pressed against her cheek and slid around towards her. My lips pushed into her cheek. I kissed her ... and then again. I kissed and kissed ... and spurted.

Nurse Moore cried out in surprise, "Ahh! Yuck. Ahh ... ahh, ahh, ahh ... Hold the pan over ... Ahh! Nuts!"

I continued to press my lips into Miss Bell's cheek, and then realizing what I was doing, I got scared and stopped kissing her.

The room was spinning. I gasped to get my air back and grabbed desperately onto the edge of the table to keep from toppling over. My heart pounded in my chest but was already starting to subside. A few final shudders quivered through my body, and then everything settled down. I released my grip on the table.

I thought that I heard some muffled giggling coming from the next room, and it brought me out of my reverie. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see my cum dripping down Nurse Moore's front. Large splotches of the white stuff covered her chest and stomach. A long drop of cum stretched slowly off the front of her breast and then dripped onto the floor. She held her oily hands out away from her body and looked down at the mess on her front. "Cripes, did any of it make it into the pan?"

"Oh my!" Miss Bell exclaimed, looking at the nurse's splattered body, and then began to giggle, "Oh dear!" She wrapped an arm around my head and tilted it onto her shoulder, while Nurse Moore walked over to the sink and began to towel herself off. 

After a moment, Miss Bell kissed my cheek and moved around the table to join the nurse at the sink, where she grabbed some towels to help out. While Nurse Moore rubbed over her stomach, Miss Bell brought a towel up and daubed her breasts carefully. Nurse Moore looked over at her face and then down to what she was doing. As Miss Bell pressed and rubbed more firmly, Nurse Moore slowed her own wiping and then stopped, her arm falling limply to her side and the towel dropping to the floor.

I heard the sound of a foot scuff in the next room and looked over towards the door. I was now almost certain that there was someone there. I peered at the opening but saw nothing. I thought that I should warn Nurse Moore and turned to say something.

Miss Bell was now wiping over the front of Nurse Moore's panties, and Nurse Moore, who must have been tired from her effort, had her head on Miss Bell's shoulder and was leaning against her side. Miss Bell was buffing slowly in small circles, and Nurse Moore sounded like she was having a hard time breathing.

I looked back at the door, and ... Yes! ... I saw four little fingers curled around the edge of it. There was someone there! I snapped my head back to the sink.

Nurse Moore was now turned towards Miss Bell, who was still towelling her lower region but, now, in long slow strokes. Their foreheads were touching, and they were staring into each other's eyes.

"Nurse Moore! Nurse Moore!" I cried

The instant I spoke, the two of them startled. They both straightened up and looked over at me, bewildered. Then Nurse Moore moved back to the sink and furtively returned to towelling herself off. Miss Bell, who seemed a bit flushed, approached me. "What is it, dear?"

"There's someone in the next room!"

Miss Bell squinted at the door and then crossed to it. Nurse Moore walked over to me, her dress now rebuttoned. She brought some wet towels with her. Her face looked very red, and her eyes seemed to be avoiding my gaze.

"There's no one out here, Timothy." Miss Bell held the door open and stared into the next room.

"My goodness!" Nurse Moore exclaimed as she cleaned around my groin, "It's still as hard as when he came in."

Miss Bell returned to our side. "Are you sure we shouldn't take him to the hospital?"

"Yes, I'm sure, but he may need a lot more attention than I thought." She grasped my hard-on lightly and twisted it to check its firmness. "A lot more attention. Okay, Tim, you can get dressed now."

I jumped off the table and grabbed my clothes from the chair. As I put them back on, I kept glancing over to the door to see if our spy would return. Nurse Moore and Miss Bell didn't seem to be as alert to the possibility of an intruder and were talking to each other softly. I could barely overhear them.

"... able to cancel. Then I'll come over and see how he's doing. That is, if you don't mind. ..." As Nurse Moore spoke, Miss Bell used a finger to slide some of the nurse's long brown hair from her front to her back over her shoulder. She curved the hair carefully with her finger to rest it over her ear.

Miss Bell gazed at the nurse with softness in her eyes and a little grin on her mouth. "Of course not," she said, "I think you should come over ..." Her palm rested on the nurse's cheek. "to check on him."

*** The Teacher's House ***

Miss Bell and I finally left the school, and I was surprised to find no one in the nurse's outer office as we walked through. I was still rock hard and unable to close my fly, so I made my way to the parking lot with my hands in front of me. Luckily, because it was now late in the afternoon, there were few people in the hallway as we made our exit, Miss Bell's high heels clicking and her ample curves wriggling as we went.

At the car, I scrunched and twisted to get in my side. On the other side, I watched Miss Bell wiggle her way into the driver's seat. With the effort, her skirt hiked up almost onto her hips, permitting me a view of the patterned tops of her stockings.

I was glad that she was going to give me a ride home, because I would have otherwise had trouble walking all that way in this condition. Of course, we might actually be going to a drug store first to get some of that gel that I need for my treatment, but on the other hand, the nurse had probably already given a tube to Miss Bell when I wasn't watching. I didn't see that the gel had done anything, but maybe it was going to take one or two more applications.

We reversed quickly out of her space and then revved forward. I got a thrill out of sitting in the car I had waited for all those mornings and sitting beside the teacher that I had dreamt about ... Well, maybe I shouldn't think about that. My eyes caught the tops of her nylons again, and so I swung my head away to be more discreet.

In my peripheral view, I detected some shapes by the tree in the vacant lot – by my tree. I swivelled around to get a better look. As we sped along the lane that led from the lot, I stared back and caught sight of two figures on bicycles in the shade of the tree. The two riders started off after us, but soon we turned onto the main street and were driving away from the school. If those two figures were intending to follow us, they would now only be able to see us disappear out of view.

"How are you feeling, Timothy?" Miss Bell asked.

"Fine." I sat forward again.

"If you need me to pull over, please let me know ahead of time so that I can find a spot that is out of view."

I didn't know what she meant by that. Did she think I had to go to the bathroom? "I'll be okay," I reassured her.

"That's good. We're almost there."

At the traffic light, we turned left instead of right, completely in the wrong direction of my house. I wondered if she knew where I lived. I was about to say something when we turned into a driveway and stopped. Before I could speak, she was out of the car and walking up the front steps. When she unlocked the front door with her keys, it hit me that we were at her house.

I got out of the car to join her, just as she returned to help me inside. She threaded her arm through mine for support and walked beside me into the house.

As I removed my shoes, I noticed that the house smelled wonderfully clean and perfumy. Miss Bell ushered me into the living room and sat me down on the couch. She flitted about the room picking up the items that were strewn about. One of them was an elongated plastic tube that was smoothly tapered at one end. Another item looked like a lady's slip but was black and very delicate. She must have washed it too much because I could easily see through it.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, sounding a little flustered, probably because of the mess.

"No, thank you."

"Are you sure?" she asked as she went over to her stereo and put on a CD. "You can have a beer if you want."

"Oh no, I'm not allowed to drink. Thanks."

She returned to the couch and sat on her legs beside me. The CD played something slow and jazzy. Miss Bell scrunched closer and tickled her fingernails through my hair.

"Miss Bell," I asked, "Do you think maybe I should be getting home now?"

"Soon, sweetie. When you're feeling better. I have to take care of you for a bit first." She traced her hand down the side of my face, palmed my cheek and then kissed the top of my head. "We should probably undo those pants. You must be very uncomfortable."

It did feel pretty tight, but when I reached down, her hands were already there. She undid the button of the pants and then jerked down on the waistband, almost tugging me off the couch. On her second attempt, I lifted my bum, and she yanked again, pulling off both my pants and underpants at the same time. My erection flipped out and wobbled stiffly in the open.

"Amazing," she said, tracing a fingertip down its length. Then she jumped up. "Don't go away."

She zipped out of the room with my clothes and then returned with a large towel. "Here," she said, "You better sit on this."

I stood up and let her arrange the towel on my cushion. I certainly didn't want to get her couch sweaty. After she had smoothed it out, I sat back down, and she cuddled up beside me. "There," she said, curling her arm around my neck and playing her hand through my hair again. "That's better. Now we don't have to worry about having any accidents." Accidents?

She brought her free hand over to my lap and ran her fingernails up and down my thigh, just barely skimming over the skin. Her tickling made me flinch.

"Sorry," she said and giggled. Then she leaned towards my ear and said, "I should know by now that I have to be careful."

She moved her hand up my thigh again. Stretching out a finger, she traced around my balls and then up the underside of my penis. I shivered at the light touching. Her breathing sounded a bit laboured.

"Miss Bell?"

"Yes, baby."

"Are you going to put some of that gel on me now?"

"Mmmm. Yes, that would be a good idea, sweetie." Good idea? Wasn't that the whole point?

Miss Bell got up again and left the room. I thought that she had gone to get the gel, but then I saw her purse on the floor by the door. Maybe she had to go to the toilet.

I looked down at my hard-on. Stupid thing! When would it go down?

Suddenly, behind me, I distinctly heard tapping on the window pane. I spun around in my seat, but there was nothing there. So I got up on my knees, drew back the sheers and looked out, but again, there was nothing there.

I sat back down and straightened the towel under me. Maybe the towel is to prevent the gel from staining the couch. Or maybe ... My goodness. Did she think I might shoot goo again? Clearly, that had only happened with the nurse because she had rubbed me too much. All Miss Bell has to do is apply the gel and then stop. I should be okay if she just does that. In fact, maybe I should rub the gel on myself, because then I would know when to stop. I must remember to ask her.

Miss Bell appeared from around the corner. Any thought of saying something to her vanished immediately. She had changed into a short white satin kimono. It slithered over her body as she walked towards me, and I had to conclude that she had nothing on underneath it. Her breasts bounced freely with her steps, and her nipples protruded brazenly under the flimsy material. I was rendered completely speechless.

"Theeeere," she said breezily, as she tucked herself next to me on the couch, "Now I really don't have to worry about getting messy."

She gave me a big kiss on the cheek and then sat back to look at me. "Miss me?" She had a big grin on her face.

"I ... uh ... I ..."

She giggled and then became focused. She undid her sash and draped the kimono open. The ends fell on the outside of her large breasts and kept it from closing. I stared uncontrollably at the pair of full, round, soft, ample, pink, squooshy, ...

"What are you looking at?" she teased. Bringing up a little plastic bottle, she clicked open the lid and squirted a stream of clear liquid into her hand.

"I'm sorry, Miss Bell," I apologized and snapped my head away. Then I looked back at the bottle. "Aren't you supposed to use the gel that the nurse had?"

She clicked the bottle closed and dropped it behind her. Rubbing the liquid between her hands, she looked back at me through the tops of her eyes. "I think you'll find this works just as well."

That didn't sound right. What were the odds that Miss Bell would have at her house the exact medicine that ... Her hand squished onto my hard-on and descended to cup my balls.

"Ohhh ..."

"Hmmm?" she asked, "Were you going to ask me something, Timothy?" Her slippery hand grasped and slid and compress and rubbed slowly around my groin. Sluuurrrpp ... Sluuurrrpp ...

"I ... ohhh ... I ... uhhh ..."

Sluuurrrpp ... Sluuurpp ... "Just relax, sweetie," she whispered, "This won't take long." She leaned in and bit lightly on my ear lobe. Sluuurrrpp ... Sluuurpp ...

"But ... Miss Bell," Sluuurrrpp ... Sluuurpp ... "if you ... keep doing ... that," Sluuurrrpp ... Sluuurpp ... "I'm going ... to make" Sluuurrrpp ... Sluuurpp ... "a mess." My hold groin tingled, and my hips began to rock slowly with the stroking.

"That's okay, Timothy," she whispered at my ear, "You just tell me when you're close." Sluuurrrpp ... Sluuurpp ...

"Ohhh ..."

She stopped for a moment and retrieved the bottle. In a sustained squirt, she drizzled a long stream all over my erection. Placing the bottle behind her again, she went back to applying the liquid, but her tempo increased dramatically. Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, ...

What was she doing?!! "Ohh ... Ohh ... Miss Bell!!"

"Yeeessss?" Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, ...

"Ohh ... I ... I ..."

"Is it time?" Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, ...

"Y-y-yes ..."

"Hmmm?" Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, ...

"YESSS!! Ohhh!!" My balls gurgled. This was it.

Suddenly, she dropped her face onto my lap, her mouth encircling my shaft. She clamped her lips around my tip and continued pumping with her fist. Squish-ish-ish-ish-ish, ...

I couldn't believe what I was looking at. "Oh no!! AHHH!! Nnnghhh, nnnghhh, nnnghhh, ..." I spurted and spurted into her mouth, my cum gushing into the wetness beyond. Her mouth and fist, locked onto their holds, travelled up and down along with my thrusting hips.

I collapsed onto the couch. Outside, some neighbourhood kids screamed, strangely close to the house. Miss Bell raised her head, and opening her mouth, she let my cum drool into one of her hands. The goo dribbled off her lower lip, and she had to sputter a few times to expel the last few gobs.

She got up and left the room, holding her cupped hand under her chin as she went. I breathed heavily on the couch and felt my energy drain down through my body and into the cushions. I found it impossible to believe that I had just cum in my teacher's mouth.

"Tick, tick, tick." I heard the sound at the window again. Maybe it was a tree branch. I looked casually over my shoulder. This time, I thought that I saw a shadow, so I leapt up and whisked aside the sheers, but again, there was nothing.

Miss Bell returned. She had refastened her sash and had a washcloth in her hand. She knelt beside me and cleaned my groin. The cloth felt soothingly wet and warm.

"It's amazing how it stays so hard," she observed as she pulled the cloth along the length of my shaft, "So long and hard ..." She cleaned and cleaned, her voice became distant. "So firm and thick and ..." Suddenly, she stopped cleaning. She stood up and strode to edge of the room, where she halted. After a pause, she turned around and offered an outstretched hand to me. "Timothy, come along. I think it would be better if we ... I mean, if you were ... lying down." Her fingers wriggled in invitation.

*** The Bedroom ***

I got up and took her hand. We padded down the hall. Miss Bell's kimono slipped and shimmied over her jostling bottom. In the bedroom, she pulled down the sheets on the large bed and propped up a small pile of pillows. I crawled onto the middle of the bed and lay on my back. I needed the rest.

She knelt beside me and fluffed some of the pillows around my head. Then her eyes and her hand travelled slowly down my body. At my groin, her hand softly encircled my shaft and slid slowly up its length. Her eyes were fixed on what she was doing and her hand made another gentle run.

"Miss Bell?" I asked.

She jerked her head and gawked at me. Her hand recoiled.

"Don't you need to get the medicine if you're going to rub me down there again?"

She swallowed. "I ... uh ...," she replied, "I need to ... um ... to go to the ... uh ... toilet first." She leaned in and kissed me softly on my forehead. She hesitated for a moment, hovering above my face. "I ... uh ... I'll be right back."




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She jumped off the bed and yanked open the drawer to her side table. Pulling out the white tapered tube that she had cleared out of the living room earlier, she marched from the bedroom to the bathroom and slammed the door. I guessed that she really had to go badly.

I stretched out on the bed. What a day! I wished that everything would just go back to normal so that I could go home. I glanced down at my full erection and sighed. I was getting exhausted. Man, if I ever got my hands on Claire and Stephanie, I would ...

Another door shut. It couldn't have been the bathroom because it sounded farther away. However, from the bathroom, I could hear a whirring noise start. It was faint, but it was unmistakeably mechanical. Then it switched to buzzing. Was she shaving her legs?

I got up and sneaked into the hall. The buzzing was definitely audible there. It seemed to be changing in pitch like when an electric razor presses and lifts off a face. I approached the bathroom door. The buzzing continued pressing and releasing, and then I heard Miss Bell moaning, "Ohhhuhh ... Ohhuhhh ..." There was something rhythmic about it – buzzing and moaning, buzzing and moaning.

I pressed my ear on the door and tried to block everything else out of my perception. I hunched over and leaned in. Behind me, a figure tried to squeeze in too. "What's she doing in there?" said the girl's voice.

"AAHHH!" I jumped at the sudden presence. My heart leapt into my throat, and I spun around quickly. "What? What? What?" I cried out as I threw my back against the wall.

"Shhh!!" shushed the figure. ... It was Claire!

In the bathroom, the buzzing picked up speed and pitch. "Ohhh!! Ohhh!!"

"Geez, Claire!! You scared the heck out of me!" I was panting as if I had just finished a race.

"SHHH!" Claire repeated and thrust a hand over my mouth. Behind her, Stephanie was doubled over in barely muffled laughter.

"OHHH!! OHHH!!" Miss Bell was now almost screaming.

Claire's thin little fingers quivered on my lips as she tried to control her own laughter. Looking back at Stephanie in contortions, she tried to shush her but ended up sniggering under her breath. Finally, she shoved me back towards the bedroom and grabbed Stephanie by the arm. We all piled inside, and the two girls burst out laughing.

"OHHHHH!!!" came a culminating shriek from the bathroom.

I stared at the girls in complete disbelief, and then realizing my nakedness, I covered myself with my hands. "What are you girls doing? You're going to be in trouble when Miss Bell sees you!"

Stephanie climbed on the bed and walked across it on all-fours like a cat. At the centre, she flopped down on her side, propped her head on her hand and looked up at me.

Claire shuffled timidly over to my side and stared meekly up at me in a mock cower. "Timmy, are you mad at us?"

"YESSS!" I seethed. "You two have to get out of here!"

Claire grabbed one of my hands and pried it away from my body. "Do you still have your little problem?"

I jerked my hand backed to my lap, and Stephanie giggled. From the bathroom came the sound of a toilet flushing and a faucet gushing. Claire shoved me onto the bed, and Stephanie pulled me onto my back. Then the two girls hustled behind the bedroom door.

Almost immediately, Miss Bell breezed into the room, fluffing her hair with her hand. She exhaled as she entered. Her eyes looked relaxed, and her movement seemed much looser. "There," she sighed, "Much better."

I lay stiffly on the bed with my hands cupped over my groin. She sat on the side of the bed, and as she looked down at me, she furrowed her brow. "Are you okay, Timothy?"

I shifted my eyes noticeably from side to side, making them point in the general direction of the door. "Timothy?" she said and then finally turned towards the door.

Claire pushed the door away from the wall, revealing the two of them.

"Claire?! Girls?!" Miss Bell said in surprise, and then she leaped up in shock, "Girls!!!" She clutched her kimono at her neck and spun around to face me. "Timothy! What are you doing on my bed? Why are you naked?! Put some clothes on!!"

"Miss Bell," Claire said, trying to calm her, "Miss Bell, its okay." Stephanie moved around her cohort and climbed back on the bed to lie down beside me.

Miss Bell tried to cover herself with her hands as if she were naked.

"Miss Bell," Claire continued, "We just came to check on Timmy. We were worried about him." She smiled innocently at the end of the bed, as Stephanie brushed some hair out of my eyes.

"All right," Miss Bell commanded, "It's time for everyone to leave."

"But aren't you supposed to be treating him?" Claire asked. Stephanie scrunched closer to me, rested my head on her shoulder and wrapped her arm around to my chest.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Miss Bell insisted.

"Oh, sorry," Claire said, "It has been a crazy day. Everything can get confusing when there is so much going on." She held up a little device in her hand and pressed a button on it. It emitted a continuous stream of squelching and chirping until she pressed another button. My voice came out of its speaker, "Ohhh!! Ohhh!! OHHH!!!"

"Oops," Claire exclaimed, "Not far enough." She clicked more buttons. This time, it was Miss Bell's voice, "It's okay to look at her, Timothy. It's for your own good. Doesn't she have a nice body?"

"Sorry, sorry," Claire said and again played with the buttons. This time, it was Nurse Moore followed by Miss Bell, "Think of it as guidance ... or mentoring." "But if anyone at the school found out?"

"Was that it, Steph?" Claire asked and pressed a button for Miss Bell's voice again, "But if anyone at the school found out?" Stephanie shrugged, and Claire said, "Or is it later on?" Pressing the button again, the tape repeated Miss Bell's words, "But if anyone at the school found out?"

Miss Bell's face melted. She looked sternly from Claire to Stephanie and back again. "Give me that," Miss Bell said slowly. She sounded perturbed but controlled.

"Isn't it great?!" Claire said buoyantly, "Daddy got it for me for my birthday. It's so I can take notes in class. Vanessa has one just like it." Then she lowered her voice and glared at Miss Bell, "Same tape and everything."

Miss Bell collapsed onto the bed and clapped her hands on her mouth. After a moment, she looked up at Claire and, in exasperation, asked, "What do you want, Claire?"

Claire moved around behind Miss Bell and rubbed her back. "We just want what's best for Timmy, that's all," she said. "And to watch," Stephanie added.

Miss Bell looked over her shoulder at Claire. "So let me get this straight," she said, "If I give Timothy another ... er ... another treatment and ..."

"Miss Bell. Miss Bell," Claire interrupted her, "Shhh ... Shhh. Poor Timmy is agonizing over there. We should be focusing on his needs, shouldn't we? I'm sure that tomorrow everything will be back to normal."

"Everything?" Miss Bell asked.

"Um-hmm," Claire agreed.

Miss Bell looked over at Stephanie cradling me in her arms. Stephanie grinned back. Then Miss Bell slid down to lie along my other side. Reaching over, she took my shaft in her hand and hesitantly slid it through her grip.

"The medicine. The medicine," I cried.

Miss Bell rolled over to look up at Claire. "I need the lube from the living room."

"Really?" Claire said, "We were watching you in the living room, and you seemed to be doing okay without it at the end."

Miss Bell glared at Claire and then shifted down on the bed. She moved her head towards my lap.

"Oh and Miss Bell," Stephanie spoke up, "Maybe you should be careful about your kimono. We wouldn't want to see it get stained."

Claire sat down on the bed, took the back collar of the kimono in her hands and slid it off Miss Bell's shoulders. Miss Bell seemed agitated at first, but as the satiny robe was pulled down her body, she went limp to Claire's caresses on her breasts, her sides, her bum and her thigh. Miss Bell sighed audibly at Claire's touch.

Miss Bell sucked my erection into her mouth and lowered her head into my lap. Just as before, the warm, wet feeling was heavenly.

"The medicine," I tried meekly to remind everyone, but Stephanie just hugged me closer to her. "Shhh," she said and gave me a big kiss on my cheek, "It'll be okay."

Miss Bell bobbed up and down on my penis. She made a slurping sound, and her saliva dribbled over my balls onto the mattress. I was getting that excited feeling in my groin again.

Claire brushed her hand lightly over Miss Bell's back. She reached around and squeezed a breast and then brought her hand back to her ass. Miss Bell bobbed and bobbed.

Claire moved her hand over Miss Bell's ass cheek and ran a finger along the outside of her crack. When Claire reached the apex her legs, Miss Bell spread them apart. Then Claire reached between her legs.

Miss Bell stopped bobbing and turned her head. "Claire, don't," she said softly, but Claire's arm continued to move up and down.

Claire leaned down to Miss Bell's ear. "Don't stop, Miss Bell," she whispered, "Timmy needs you." Claire's arm continued its oscillations.

Miss Bell went back to bobbing, but she couldn't keep it up. Just as she would get a rhythm going, she would move her head to the side and moan. A couple of times, she asked Claire for respite, but Claire did not give in. Finally, Claire accepted defeat and stopped rubbing. "Okay, Miss Bell," she said, "You'll have to treat Timmy another way."

Miss Bell rolled onto her back and looked up at Claire. "What do you mean, Claire?"

"Get on top of him," Claire instructed.

Miss Bell jerked up onto her elbows. "No!" she exclaimed, "That's going too far! I'm not doing that!"

Claire frowned at her and then stood up. "Come on, Steph," she said.

"Wait!" Miss Bell called out, "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, Steph and I will have to go over to Timmy's house and tell his parents that the treatment didn't work," she explained, "But don't worry. We'll play them the tape so they'll know that you tried your best."

"NO!!" Miss Bell and I yelled out in unison, and then Miss Bell continued, "Don't Claire. I'll ... I'll ... continue."

Miss Bell straddled my legs and shuffled up my body. Leaning forward on her hands, she reached between her legs for my shaft as her heavy breasts hung down off of her chest. Angling my penis towards her groin, she sat down on it. Suddenly, I felt nothing but warmth and wetness, as her opening mushed in firmly around my shaft.

Miss Bell let out a big sigh and then started rocking up and down on my lap. My cock slipped in and out of the wetness, and Miss Bell moaned with each insertion. "Onghhh ... Onghh ..." Stephanie leaned into my ear and whispered, "Miss Bell is fucking you, Timmy. She's fucking you." Her words sent a chill down my spine.

Miss Bell's eyes were closed, and her rocking increased in tempo. I could hear her gasping heavily between moans. I thought again about what Stephanie had said and felt a small spasm in my balls. "Onghhh ... Onghhh ... Ding-dong."

"I'll get it," Claire said.

"NO! Onghhh ... Onghhh ... Claire! Onghhh ... Onghhh ... Don't! Onghhh ... Onghhh ..." But Claire had already left.

I couldn't take it anymore. My hips bucked up against Miss Bell's slapping thighs. My balls gripped. "AHHH!! NNNGHHH!!" My back arched, and my hips thrust upwards. Something triggered inside Miss Bell, and she ground herself into my abdomen. "ONNNGGHHH!!" Then she collapsed on top of me.

In the distance, we could hear Claire talking to someone. They approached down the hall. "No, we were waiting for you. Miss Bell said that when you got here, then the treatment could really begin."

The pair walked through the bedroom door.

"Oh my God!!" Nurse Moore exclaimed.

Miss Bell suddenly rolled off of me and tried to cover herself with her arms. "It's not what it looks like!"

"What are you doing?! Why are these girls here?!" Nurse Moore said.

"Nurse Moore," Claire said calmly, "I think you're going to want to sit down. I've got something that will explain everything." Then she picked up her recorder.

"I think you better sit down," Miss Bell advised.

"Maybe you should take your clothes off first," Stephanie suggested.

"What the hell?!" Nurse Moore exclaimed.

"You're not helping, Steph," Claire said and then called out, "People! People! ..."

The bickering and noise level increased. I tuned out the commotion and looked down at my full erection, dripping with Miss Bell's wetness. Was this ever going to end?