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Most of us have fantasies about doing things we have never done before. As children we play games based on our fantasies. “I wish I could fly!” says a little boy to his friend. A little girl talks to her doll, saying, “Does baby want mommy to sing a lullaby?”
As we grow older, we still fantasize about life. Our dreams become more realistic. We want to go to Greece for a holiday, so we save our pennies so that someday, perhaps we can vacation there.
Occasionally though, we have desires that are socially unacceptable. Frequently they are frowned upon by society, so we repress them. Sometimes this only increases the fantasies. Hidden beneath guilt and repression, they fester and grow until they are taken out in the light and examined.
This story is about a young woman trying to examine her life. The heroine of THE SCHOOL NURSE has been cheated of her birthright—to love and nurture a husband and children. What then happens to her wishes, desires, and fantasies? THE SCHOOL NURSE is the story of a young woman trying to find her sexual identity in the world.
The young boy wanted to fuck the big-titted nurse. She ordered him to sit up.
First, she took his temperature. Then she tested his reflexes. She tested his heart for strength and regularity of beat.
The most obvious result of her examination was the boy’s steadily growing cock. His prick got harder by the moment. It became more and more difficult for the nurse to ignore his stiff young cock. Her hands began to shake as she worked.
The boy’s eyes followed her every move. She was very much aware that he was watching her. She tried to ignore it at first. Then, suddenly her self-control failed her. She smiled at the boy and grabbed hold of his hard cock, all in one self-conscious movement.
“You’re perfectly healthy, Tommy,” she told him in a cooing voice. “The only problem you seem to have at the moment is this big hard cock of yours.”
The boy had to clear his throat before he could speak. His eyes darted back and forth from the hand on his cock to the blue eyes that stared into his. “Yes, Miss Jones,” he murmured.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PR-4017 in the original publications (a duplicate).