Perverts 'R' Us

When They See Her Coming

By Grade School Nurse ( F/m, enema, voy, hum )

As told to Grade School Nurse by Willard Keck

Boys are not fond of Nurse Eugenia Renfro. Women get on well with her. Men have great respect for her special talents. Girls seem to love her. The teachers of both sexes in Van Cleve School in Minneapolis consider her an ideal grade school nurse. She was the first black woman to serve at Van Cleve. But boys are not fond of her. In fact they run fast in the opposite direction when they see her coming.

Nurse Renfro has a natural gift for penetrating psychological insights. She sums people up almost immediately on a first meeting. Perhaps that's why boys generally feel an unnamed terror in her presence. She senses fear in them. She smells it.

Nurse Renfro accepted Principal Keck's offer of the position of high school nurse almost immediately without the usual misgivings or reservations. She had left three positions in the previous four years under dubious circumstances but on her first meeting with Mr. Keck there was an instant rapport and she knew that she had found her niche. The Fates had consorted to make her first impression of Van Cleve School an unforgettably positive one.

During the interview with Mr. Keck his secretary knocked on the door and after apologizing for the interruption she whispered something in his ear. He jumped from his desk suddenly and said to Mrs. Renfro, "Why don't you come along?"

She had to walk fast to keep up with him. They were heading down a long corridor toward the kindergarten at the back of the school where Mrs. Schnepper had just reported a "little problem" with one of the four year old boys. They entered the room and stood in the back, silently surveying the scene. The students were sitting at their little desks facing the blackboard. One little boy who seemed older than the rest, Jeremy Scott, was whimpering softly, his face lowered, sniffling, tears running down his cheeks which he rubbed with two clenched fists.

Mr. Keck turned to him immediately and rushing toward him like a bat out of hell grabbed him violently by the arm and yanked him out of his seat. The boy let out a fearful roar. In a second Mrs. Renfro was running after Mr. Keck with Jeremy slung under his arm like a sack of potatoes down the hall to his office.

The whole thing happened so suddenly that Mrs. Renfro was faint as well as out of breath when she resumed her seat. Rupert Keck, putting Jeremy over his lap, had sat down on a straight back chair beside the window which opened on a bare brick wall and, loosening the boy's belt, began pulling his knee pants down to his knees. He grabbed hold of the waist band on the boy's BVD's and slowly lowered them down over his knee pants.

He betrayed a mean grin as he stared fixedly at the boy's plump smooth naked buttocks and Mrs. Renfro was pleased and excited to hear him utter a whispered, though audible "Lord, have mercy!" accompanied with a coy wink. She studied his lips moistening at the edges and heard his heavy breathing as he removed his coat and, folding it neatly, placed it on a stool beside his chair. His suspenders and tie were a rich crimson and contrasted sharply with his immaculate stiffly starched shirt with a high collar that made him look like a man in the Leyendecker Arrow shirt ads.

He rolled his right shirt sleeve high up onto his hard massive biceps. He removed his round, steel-framed glasses and produced a handkerchief from his pocket which he used to meticulously polish them. He replaced his glasses. He gazed as if in adoration at the blubbering boy's smooth beefy white arse and again said, "Lord, have mercy!" He raised his hand high over his head and, letting it rest suspended there for a space, addressed Mrs. Renfro in a half whisper, "Watch this, nurse Renfro. This is how we handle naughty boys at Van Cleve."

He started raining sizzling hot swats with the hard horny palm of his right hand which landed with a sound like pistol shorts in rapid succession dead center on the plumpest part of the roaring boy's bare buttocks where they meet just outside his immaculate pink arsehole. Poor Jeremy roared like a banshee as his naked buttocks changed color from a cool gardenia white to a pastel pink, then a hot pink and finally to a cherry red. Midway through his ordeal Mr. Keck spoke reassuringly to Nurse Renfro, "Not to worry. His father told me his mother does it a lot and he gave me the all clear."

The interview with its what Nurse Renfro called "stimulating interruption" concluded, she having accepted the offer of the position as school nurse, Mr. Keck smiled and said, "Now, Eugenia, if I may be so bold, what's in your bag? I want so ... so bad to know."

He grinned lecherously and said to the boy Jeremy, still standing in the corner, "Come here, Jeremy. Get over my lap."

Jeremy roared with rage but shuffled slowly over to the principal and draped himself over his lap.

Mrs. Renfro undid the straps of her old fashioned black leather nurse's bag and delicately removed an oval-shaped red rubber bulb syringe, cupping it in her lovely long-fingered hand with marked tenderness and a sweet smile directed at Jeremy. She revolved it deftly several times, the shiny black, hard rubber nozzle pointed upward, while Mr. Keck drooled with excitement and little Jeremy roared with rage and embarrassment.

Mr. Keck stared madly from boy to nurse to syringe and back several times in a trembling, wide-eyed circular kind of bliss until the nurse set the syringe daintily on its smooth disc butt end with its nozzle pointing up like an antenna on the edge of the desk. He blushed with pleasure and stuttered, "For him, Mrs. Renfro? O-O-Ohhhh, tell me it's f-for h-him, dear Mrs. Renfro!"

Nurse Renfro smiled in response and fell to undoing the boy's belt. She slowly lowered his knee pants, then his BVD's. Mr. Keck stares at the red swollen rump cheeks and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jeremy. I didn't realize you're going to be extra nice to old Mr. Keck like this. I believe she's got something for you. I do."

Mrs. Renfro reached into her bag again and pulled out a thermometer, which she shook down and put in Jeremy's mouth. She then removed a jar of Vaseline, a box of cotton, a blue glass with etched measurements on it, and a small bottle of alcohol. The last thing she removed was another thermometer. The instant Mr. Keck saw it he was in raptures of delight. He stared at the thermometer, then at Jeremy over his lap, and then back and forth again. He asked Jeremy in a mocking manner, "O-O-Ohhhh, what's that one for? Huh? Huh? What's that one for, Jeremy? And where's it gonna go?"

The nurse removed the thermometer from the boy's mouth and held it to the light to read it as Mr. Keck commented loudly, "She won't like it, Jeremy.... She won't like it. They never do.... No matter what it says. They never do, boy. ... I know that from mama. These women will never give a boy a break!" He laughed hysterically.

Nurse Renfro frowned as Principal Keck yelled, "Told you so! ... Told you so, boy! ... She's gonna use t-the o-other one! ... O-O-Ohhhh, lord, have mercy! ... She's g-gonna use t-the o-other one!"

Mr. Keck's eyes followed the nurse's every move with cat-like concentration. She laid the thermometer down and opened the jar of Vaseline. Mr. Keck shouted, "O-O-Ohhhh, i-it's c-c-coming, Jeremy! ... It's c-c-coming! ... O-O-Ohhhh, i-it's c-c-coming!"

The nurse dipped the tip of the thermometer in the Vaseline and pulled out a gob. She brought her chair to where it was opposite Mr. Keck's, her raised thermometer inches from Jeremy's arse. She pulled his shirttails up and bunched them, putting them in Mr. Keck's hands and saying, "Hold these well out of the way and don't touch the boy's bottom. I like a clear "theater of operations."

With the thumb and forefinger of her left hand she delicately parted the smooth curves of the howling boy's lovely still radiantly warm hinder where they were white and cool and unscathed inside his deep-cleft cheeks, disclosing a tightly-squeezed immaculate anus.

She warns him, "Do not resist, boy. It will do you no good, but I can assure you, you will pay for it if you do."

Jeremy had been this way before with his grandmother and aunt and bellowed hoarsely, pleading, "O-O-Ohhhh, p-p-please, M-Mr. K-Keck! ... D-D-D-Don't l-let her d-d-doooo it! ... A-A-Arrrrgggghhhh! ... D-D-D-Don't l-let her d-d-doooo it! ... A-A-Arrrrgggghhhh!," but he obeyed.

Mr. Keck was laughing raucously, "Don't let her? ... Don't let her? ... O-O-Ohhh, boy, you are dreaming! You are dreaming!"

Mrs. Renfro tickles the rim of the boy's now lax anus, anointing it delicately with the Vaseline-tipped thermometer. Mr. Keck is blushing in delight and tensely arching him up on his lap in response to the nurse's asking for a "nice convenient presentation." The boy was turning his tear-stained face with its jut-lipped, quivering, buck-toothed mouth toward the nurse at one moment, toward the grinning principal at another. He was shrieking, "N-N-N-Noooooooooo! ... N-N-N-N-Noooooooooooo!"

Mrs. Renfro's lips curved in a big, toothy grin as she winked at Principal Keck and, directing the thermometer with expert aim and steady hand, she inserted the thermometer to half its shaft into the roaring boy's anus. She withdrew and reinserted it several times in the course of minutes, reading it minutely, shaking it down, using long strokes alternated with short jabs, twists, and exquisitely tickling daubing. Mr. Keck's head was revolving like a gyroscope, staring wildly this way and that: at the nurse, at Jeremy, at his buttocks being penetrated by her thermometer, breathing heavily between moans and filled his BVD's with hot ejaculation at least twice. All the while Jeremy roared apace.

After several minutes, Mrs. Renfro picked up the syringe. She held it deftly, cupped in her hand with the shiny black nozzle nestled at the base between her thumb and forefinger with a pleased expression on her face, turning it this way and that in front of Jeremy's and then the principal's face, describing several circuits before she held it to Jeremy's ear and gently squeezed the smooth disc butt end, sending a cool spurt of air into his ear. She did the same for Mr. Keck, who was in the throes of bliss, threatening to spend again if she didn't proceed.

The nurse dipped the syringe into a flask of warm water in her bag and, squeezing the bulb, filled it to its fullest with a high-pitched gurgling sound. She tenderly parted the now excited boy's smooth, trembling rump cheeks with thumb and forefinger and slowly inserted the syringe to its hilt into his sensually twitching anus. Mr. Keck was ejaculating again.