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Nursing JJ

By: DonAbdul



Late one Saturday night on her first weekend at the hospital, JJ needed a bath but he wasn't able to do it himself, and the male nurse who would have helped him had called in sick, so April had detailed Laney to do the job.

JJ suffers from Cerebral Palsy, his folks had secured a place for him at the exclusive private hospital after a particularly terrible episode in which he had a seizure and hurt himself so badly. The thing about JJ however is that upon casual encounter, people usually do not quite notice any signs of his condition, except when he was having one of his bad days.

Laney had met JJ about two weeks ago on her very first day as an intern with the nursing staff. 

They had been introduced by her assigned supervisor April, an experienced and usually bossy chubby woman in her 30s. To Laney, April was the very embodiment of proper nursing conduct. 

Laney had no problem helping JJ, she thought he was such a sweet guy anyway, and besides it was her job to look after patients. It was while she was helping him get undressed that she experienced a truly awesome sexual rush that left her both breathless and extremely aroused.

As she bent down low to pull down JJ's under shorts, she was completely taken by surprise when his cock leapt out at her like a tightly wound spring, missing her face by a hairs breath. "Wow!" She exclaimed out loud unable to help herself. She licked her lips with such open lust at the majesty of her patients 8 by 2.5 inch cock. From that moment on, she stopped seeing him as just another patient, to her twisted sex hungry mind he was a big beefy cock as well, and she longed to have a taste of him too.

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Laney was a self confessed slut who was not at all used to sexual deprivation, and so the idea of her working night shift for the past two weeks was just too much for her to handle. She was horny as hell. In that period, Laney had seized every opportunity to see JJ's cock, she even spent an extra few minutes washing it whenever she could, and JJ enjoyed it too. Every time she saw him around, a rush of excitement flooded her body. 

She hadn't been able to get the awesome image of his huge cock out of her head, so she finally hatched a battle plan. She convinced JJ to pretend that he couldn't bath himself that night so she'd be asked to do it for him. Then late that night as she and April were on duty and the older woman was very busy, she left for the nurses' station for the ladies room enroute JJ's room.

At the toilet, she lifted up her uniform and pulled down her lacy white panties. When she was done relieving herself, she took off her panties completely and pocketed it, and then flushed the toilet. 

Coming out of the stall, she cocked her ear, and then looking about she realized she was the only one in the bathroom, her heartbeat quickened as she thought about what she was about to do, yet her desire would not be denied. 

She checked herself in the mirror, and with slightly shaky hands she gave her light make up a quick fix and rearranged her auburn hair; her large sexy blue eyes surveyed her reflection. She smiled naughtily, pleased with the way her student nurses uniform clung to her voluptuous body. Her DDD breasts filled out the front very temptingly, while her onion shaped booty flared out from her girdle held waist line to complete a very attractive hour glass shape. Satisfied with her seductive appearance, she hurried out of the room.

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As she ran the wet towel over JJ's body, her own arousal increased more so as she worked her way to his crotch. Her heart hammered away in her chest as she saw and then felt his massive erection kicking in her grasp. She held it up and cleaned his balls. As he often did, JJ caressed the back of her neck. This time though, she felt the heat of his touch very deep in her loins. 

She paused very briefly and thought again about her unfolding unprofessional conduct, and wondered with trepidation the consequences of it all going wrong; 'what if I get caught?' she wondered. Alas, the time for introspection was long past.

She dropped the towel and opened her mouth; her tongue slithered out and began to lick the shiny mushroom head of his throbbing cock. Lifting his cock, she licked the underside of his shaft all the way down to his tight balls. She soon had him deep inside her mouth and going even deeper. As her head bobbed up and down on his cock, the tiny voice in her head again asked, 'what his that bitch April were to walk in right now?'; it was futile, as the mere thought of getting caught only made her hornier as her pussy dissolved into a puddle of pen up desire.

Meanwhile, JJ was having the time of his life; her oral ministrations have reduced him to a moaning prattle. When he couldn't take any more teasing, he pulled her head up by her auburn hair and whispered "JJ wants pussy now".

Laney reluctantly stood up straight and began seductively unbuttoning her uniform. When she was done and her uniform dropped down to the floor, JJ's eyes popped as he suddenly realized she had no panties on. He eyed her clean shaved mound with a drool as she unclasped her bra. "JJ wants breasts and pussy", he retorted when her DDD breasts spilled out of their confining cups.

She had caught him starring t her ass several time but she didn't quite realize he was capable of being a real BBW admirer. As she moved closer to him still, their eyes locked, no words were required as they connected on an almost telepathic level. He laid down on his back, and Laney hoped onto his bed, got astride him and smoothly guided his huge erection between her lust swollen pussy lips and into her sopping wet cunt.

She leaned slightly forward as she lowered her voluptuous ass over his crotch and took his cock deeper into her fired up pussy. JJ meanwhile, grabbed her large tits and clamped his mouth over her rock hard nipple, sucking on it and then nibbling it in such a way that he had her moaning and riding his cock faster, and taking him deeper in no time at all.

'Oh, fuck what a man!' her mind screamed as she felt his huge cock stretching her pussy to the limits of its tolerance. As she rode him harder and faster, she could feel his thick veins teasing her erect clitoris further fueling her incredible passion. Suddenly JJ bit hard on her nipple and she cried out loud in sheer sexual delight, briefly forgetting where she was and the forbidden act in which she was inextricably engaged.

JJ sucked her tits harder and she rode him faster and harder, twisting and turning to position her pussy and maximize the awesome rush of pleasure coursing through her body. JJ on his part was trying desperately to match her thrusts as he sucked her harder and spanked her ass harder. Each bite on her nipple, each stinging spanking he gave her only intensified the raging storm which was building up in her core.

Suddenly JJ shouted, "JJ wanna cum!"

The idea of his massive cock flooding her slutty cunt with it's every drop of cum was just too much to pass up.

"Oh yes baby, cum inside, fill Laney up, yessssssss!"

JJ went into a spasm, his turgid cock fired it's seemingly endless volley of hot creamy cum into her tight pussy.

At that precise moment the door flew open, just as 

Laney's back arched, and her head snapped back and her body was thrown into an orgasmic spiral. Her Jugs jiggled, and her ass shook as she cried out her pleasure and her pussy was awash with the juices of her earth moving orgasm.

She slowly collapsed by JJ's side, then suddenly as she caught her breath, it hit her. 'The door had opened...' before she could complete the thought, she heard April's bossy voice in the background. "Well, well what do we have here?"

To be continued...

Nursing JJ Ch. 02



Laney jumped off the bed and scrambled for her clothes, and then suddenly she noticed that the Bossy April was sitting on a chair with her legs wide open. Her uniform had also been unbuttoned to the crotch. Her nipples were also poking out at the front of her uniform, and she had the bossy, bitchy look of a dominatrix on her face. There was also something unfamiliar, yet very arousing about her too.

"How very unprofessional... and very naughty you have been Laney."

"My, my! You're quite a slut too I see," April said never for a second breaking her strong eye contact. Within a minute, the test of will had been resolved. Something had been settled between the two women; April was the mistress, and Laney the bitch.

"Yes! Yes ma'am, I need to be punished.." Laney said looking down, and submitting to the other woman's authority.

Meanwhile, JJ looked on with keen interest. Regardless of his condition, he had a 'keen mind', April knew that, she had known it from the very first day she had met him. As for Laney, she did not know half the story yet. They both had worked out the plan to snare her into their game and she had fallen for it thinking she was the one with the plan.

His cock began to stir again as he watched the women settle into their new roles. It's going to be a long night of passionate sex, JJ smiled, drooling already from his building excitement.

April winked conspiratorially at JJ, and then pointed to a spot at her feet. Laney obediently knelt at the indicated spot in between the older woman's thick legs and began to undo the few remaining buttons of April's uniform. 'Mmmm!' she thought as she caught sight of the chubby mound and the moist cunt lips free of the confinement of panties. She licked her lips as a shiver ran through her.

Laney's rising desire was not lost on April, as she scooted forward in her chair and opened up her juice slicked needy sex for her young bitch to eat. Lick my cunt bitch, please my pussy and make me come as atonement for your disgraceful conduct and shameless slutty behaviour.

That said she grasped a handful of Laney's hair and shoved her face hard into her tingling cunt. Laney didn't need any urging, her mouth was all wet and hot as she licked her bossy mistresses lust swollen lips. She alternated between using the coarse and broad top of her tongue and the smooth underside to tease the older chubbier woman's clit. April began to moan and curse softly in spite of her self. "Oh yessss bitch!" she moaned, as Laney hit another perfect note on the string of her sensual guitar.

April wasn't sure how long the sexy slutty orally talented Laney had been eating her pussy, she had completely lost track of time, but when she looked over at JJ through her half opened eyes, and saw him jerking away at his huge cock, she was already on the brink of an orgasm. Laney meanwhile picked that very moment to suck hard on Aril's throbbing clitoris, and nibble on it lightly. 

"Aghaaa, I'm cummmmmmmmmming!" April groaned deeply as her full figured body trembled and her sex curvy belly folds shook like jelly. Squashing Laney's face deeper into her wet dripping cunt her hips thrust involuntarily as she held the younger woman head in place in a double handed grip.

Laney opened her mouth wide to drink her lovers gushing nectar even as she struggled against the fear of drowning in the wetness of her flooded pussy. As her orgasmic tremors subsided, April's eyes twinkled with poorly disguised admiration for the oral skills of her young bitch. She was pleased at the way the first phase of the plan had turned out.

Meanwhile JJ was still stroking his cock and April who had been JJ's secret lover for a while knew nothing short of a good shag was going to calm him down. She also knew that night was the night she had promised to help him fulfill his two biggest all time sexual fantasies, however she really needed to feel the stretching that only his huge penis can give her needy cunt. April selfishly decide to modify the plan.

JJ was expecting the plan to move on to phase two, but he trusted April implicitly and he knew she would keep her word so he played along. She helped him sit comfortably in a straight back arm chair and then positioned herself astride him and lowered her voluptuous ass over his ceiling pointing erection.

JJ's thick and long manhood smoothly sliced through her juice glazed cunt like hot knife through butter until she was completely impaled by him. Looking swiftly around she found Laney in the other chair with her leg draped over the arm teasing her flushed pussy lips. "Come on over here bitch!" she barked her command gesturing that the other woman suck on her erect nipples while she bounced up and down JJ's cock.

Laney obeyed her mistress's command even better than she had been instructed; she licked and sucked on April's taut nipple, cupping her enormous DDD tit as she did so. Soon the older nurse was moaning and cursing again as she bounced up and down on her lovers manhood. She was completely lost in the storm of multiple sensory attacks on her body. JJ upped the ante by taking her other nipple in his mouth and chewing on it.

"Oh fuck yesssssssss JJ!" April groaned trying desperately to stop herself from losing it and screaming her head off. As if that wasn't ratcheting the sexual tension up enough, Laney sneaked her tongue into JJ ear and licked the heat of their combined desire into him. His cock kicked and grew even bigger spreading and stretching April's cunt even more. As she slid all the way down on his thick meat pole, she could feel his coarse manhood rubbing hard over her torture clit and instantly her body tensed, her back arched and she let out a deep groan and began to shake violently as a Tsunami swept through her body.

As April floated back to earth, she realized that the copious juice from her powerful orgasm had leaked from her and run down JJ cock. 'What a man!' she thought with a fond smile and adoration in her teary eyes. Only JJ had been able to fill her up so tightly and touch her deep inside like that. Now it was time for her to do something huge for him too.....

To be continued...



Nursing JJ Ch. 03



As April floated back to earth, she realized that the copious juice from her powerful orgasm had leaked from her and run down JJ cock. 'What a man!' she thought with a fond smile and adoration in her teary eyes. Only JJ had been able to fill her up so tightly and touch her deep inside like that. Now it was time for her to do something huge for him too.

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JJ had always fantasized about being with two women in a threesome. It had been his secret fantasy for ages; one that he never expected would be fulfilled in a life time due to his condition. 

Before coming to the hospital and meeting April, he had only been laid one before in his life by his parent's wayward French maid, but tonight his dream was about to come true. He was so excited, his jaw slackened and his eyes followed April every movement. He trusted her and knew she would not let him down.

Meanwhile, Laney was beginning to cotton on the true situation of things, her admiration for JJ trebled in tune with her joy of discovering the kinky side of her forbidding supervisor. The depth of her curiosity of what laid ahead sent shivers of excitement through her, her slutty pussy was all soaked again as she teased her hardened nipples and lifted it to her mouth for a dose of self suckling.

April had been busy retrieving something from a locker in the corner. Her big bulky ass shielded her activity from view, so none of the others knew exactly what she was up to.

JJ's interest shifted to Laney who was moaning as she sucked on her tortured nipple and fingered her wet pussy at the same time. His eyes were glazed over with unbridled lust as his cock kicked in his hand.

"Get your whore ass over here bitch!" April barked out the command in her bossy no-nonsense voice. 

Even JJ was startled by the forbidding authority of her voice that he instinctively leg go of his rigid phallus and whipped his head around to look at her.

"Oh my God!" Laney moaned breathlessly at the sight that greeted her lust filled eyes. JJ opened his mouth to say something but no sound came forth, as he continued to stare incredulously at the chubby nude figure of April, with a 7 by 2 inch rubber cock standing out erect from under her sexy curvy tummy fold fully secured to black leather straps which she had worn whilst he was preoccupied with watching Laney's self loving.

Laney was the first to emerge from her trance; she scurried over to April who had advance to stand by JJ's bed side. She knelt down before her mistress and took hold of the rubber cock guiding it to her drooling mouth. She began to suck on it with the enthusiasm of a bitch in heat. JJ still speechless, reached out and cupped Aprils voluptuous ass and then trailed his fingers down the crack. April spread her legs a little wider allowing him access to her wet shaved pussy which he teased and then fingered as he watched Laney's head bob back and forth on the strap on cock.

Save for the finger fucking motion of his hand, JJ was quiet and still, he appeared to be struggling to comprehend the enormity of his good fortune. Suddenly his eyes brightened, and a devilish smile played on his lips. "JJ want Threesome"; he said causing April look down at him with a proud smile. April was oblivious to this minor exchange as she carried on such and slurping on the other woman's 

'dick', until JJ's next words made her almost choke on the dildo she was deep-throating.

"JJ want anal sex too". It was so totally unexpected to her that it instantly turned on the heat of her desire a couple of notches. It also assuaged her almost dead sense of guilt; 'how could anyone be taking advantage of a man who is intelligent enough to demand anal sex?' the devil in her queried.

She was jolted back to the present by the yanking of her hair by April who in a very strict tone of voice issued instruction on their next activity. 

April gestured for Laney to kneel on the love seat at the corner of the room, and rest her head on the back. Her big round ass was sticking out with the cheeks parted and her puckered rear portal wrinkled like a rose about to unfurl.

April then picked up a tube of lubricant gel, held it upside down over the crack of Laney' ass and squirted a generous dollop which promptly sailed down slowly over her crack.

JJ was so excited as he watched his lover and friend prepare the other woman's ass for his pleasure. April rubbed the Gel in, working it past the resistance of her bitch's tight anal sphincter.

"Aghhh!" Laney moaned deeply as her mistress's finger slid effortlessly into her well lubricated asshole going deeper and then sliding almost all the way out and then back in. her ass wiggled and her great jugs swung freely as April intensified her digital exploration of her ass.

"Oh shit!" she groaned as April's second finger slid in with the first. Her moans grew as she threw her ass back at the hand fucking her rear. 

JJ's erection grew even harder as he observed the slutty submissive Laney reach under her sexy tummy roll and begin to rub her engorged clit. The atmosphere in the room became super charged as 

April's third finger joined the fray, stretching Laney's ass like never before. Within a few minutes Laney's body was seized by a powerful orgasm.

April gave JJ a wink and a nod inviting him to come forward and claim his prize. While Laney's tremors receded, April squirted a dollop of gel into JJ's open palm and he rubbed it all over his huge cock in preparation for his triumphal entry into Laney' back door.

She also lubricated her rubber 'cock' and then sat down on the love seat. She turned to Laney and simply said, "Assume the position". Laney knelt once again on the seat, but this time astride her mistress as she lowered her sopping wet and well used pussy over her strap on cock. As she enveloped it in her slutty wetness, her great jugs settled and then began to rub against the other woman's huge breasts.

The friction of her nipples on Aprils warm tits set her in motion as she gradually picked up speed impaling herself, again and again, humping April and moaning in sheer delight.

When JJ indicated that he was ready, April yanked at a handful of Laney's hair pulling her head closer to her own face and whispering into her ears, "Lift up that ass for daddy".

Laney lifted her big round ass and instantly her ass cheeks were smiling at JJ, bidding him to enter and plunder to his hearts content. Grasping his phallus, JJ pressed the head to Laney's asshole and pushed steadily. He was overwhelmed when his cock slid right in with very little resistance. The rush of sensation that swept over him was so powerful he almost burst his nuts.

"Aghhh...Oh grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" Laney cried out her heart almost stopping from the extreme mixture of pain and pleasure, such as she had never felt. 

JJ fed her his thick meat pole inch after delicious inch until he was half way in, and then he rested allowing her anal muscles to get used to his girth.

April meanwhile reached for Laney's tit and began to suck on her rock hard nipple. Taking that as an invitation Laney returned the favor. Soon the women were moaning and driving JJ crazy with lust. 

He began gently swaying his hips, fucking his anal slut in gentle thrusts, but as her arousal by April intensified, she began to throw her ass back at him and heave her big ass and sweeping him into the urgency of her desire.

JJ followed her lead and became bolder as he rammed his cock deeper and faster into her asshole, feeling the pressure from April's thrusting cock as their passion coalesced into one giant ball of desire. The cacophony of their individual moans finally came together into a harmonious melody of lust until April bit hard on Laney's nipple forcing her to break out in a solo pitch as she was swept up into the whirlwind of a powerful multiple orgasm that left her big full figured body shaking and her pussy and asshole twitching.

"Aghhh!" JJ groaned as Laney's anal twitches lit his fuse. His tight filled balls contracted for the fraction of a second and then burst forth their load of potent male seed. His back arched and his head whipped forcefully back, and in the whiplash his cock pulled out of her twitching ass leaving a gaping orifice into which his volley of cum was shot. The tremors of his release messed up his aim and by the time it was over her had sprayed her with his cum all over her wide big ass. He staggered unsteadily back a few paces and collapsed onto his bed panting his eyes so very alive and a very happy smile bespeaking his utter fulfillment.

April looked over at him, and the happiness, the life in his eyes made her proud that she had a major part in giving this one sweet and innocent man something that the world would rather deny him only on the basis of his "disability".

The end.



Nursing My Helpless Daughter



We moved, my daughter and I. We loaded up the a U-Haul ourselves. Everything was going great. We unloaded everything at the new house and returned the truck to the dealership in our newly adopted hometown.

But then my daughter fell face-first from a few feet up from the back of the truck with an arm full of moving blankets. You know, the kind that are used to protect furniture. She was carrying the blankets to their U-Haul office so that the dealer could count them.

But the fall broke both her wrists and several of her fingers. The blankets cushioned her face and upper body 

She ended up in casts to her elbows.

She took it well and with good humor. "Well, daddy, now all summer you're gonna have to wait on me hand and foot."

My crazy wife had run off to California with the married man next door five years before and had never come back or asked see our daughter again, so it was just the two of us.

I don't think either of realized that I'd have to wash her in the shower until night came. She held her fork just fine when we went to a out for Italian to celebrate our completed move. But then night came. We had had a long day. A four-hundred-mile drive and we'd unloaded the truck.

"Dad, I need a shower."

I followed her into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and I gently helped her take off her tee-shirt over her fiberglass casts. She stood and I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. She sat back on the toilet. I knelt and untied her shoes and pulled them and her socks off and then pulled her pants down and off.

Her b-cup bra and her panties were snow white cotton. She's 18 but I don't think she's ever kissed a boy or been on a date. She's pretty but loves books and is kind of shy.

She giggled nervously as I unhooked her bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, freeing and uncovering her breasts. Her half dollar-sized nipples were peach colored.

"You're going to have to wash me, too, dad."

"I know, sweetie."

She giggled again. "I don't remember the last time you saw me naked."

Neither did I. My wife had always bathed her and had only returned to work when she went off to kindergarten 

I turned on the shower and tested the water. It was our first time using it.

I turned toward her and she stood and giggled nervously again.

I bent down and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down.

My daughter is both very beautiful and fetchingly cute. She has her mother's blue eyes and my mother's curly auburn hair. Her lips are lush. Her breasts turn up pertly. Her belly is flat, and her hips and butt swell nicely.

I really didn't know if I should say it, but I decided to go ahead and said, "God, Becky, you're very beautiful."

"Thanks, dad."

She had been looking down, but she lifted her face and made eye contact and smiled at me.

She giggled. "Hey, no peeking!"

I laughed.

"You're even going to have to wash my pussy, daddy."

"I guess so, honey."

"Well, just remember the rule, more than five times in and out, and you'll be fingering me."

I laughed. I hadn't thought that I'd actually have to wash the inside of her vagina.

As I helped her into the shower, she giggled and added, "Same with my butthole!"

I didn't put a finger into my own butt when I washed.

I lathered up and scrubbed her back and her shoulders and then her legs. I laughed and said, "Bend over."

She giggled and bent over and I washed the crack of her ass. She has a gorgeous ass.

"You ready?"

"Yup."

I pushed a soapy finger up her butt, only about an inch. I twisted it and pushed it gently in and out.

She giggled and said, "Nasty man."

I withdrew my finger and she turned around I washed her neck, the front of her shoulders and then her breasts and then her belly and then her legs.

She giggled nervously. "Saving the best for last, I see."

I laughed. I started to lather up her pubic hair and she spread her thighs, bending her knees, holding, leaning on the shower curtain rail to help steady herself. I then gently washed her her pussy lips with my bare fingers.

"Dad, don't be so namby-pamby. I wanna be clean down there."

I washered her more vigorously.

When I went to slide my finger into her pussy, she giggled and said, "Remember, more than five-hundred in and out with your finger and you're finger fucking it."

I laughed and pushed my index finger into her.

"How deep, sweetie?"

She giggled. "I go to the second knuckle, but what the heck, dad, all the way."

I pushed it into her and moved it in and out, probing her with my soapy finger.

"Daddy, do you think things will ever be the same between us?"

"I don't know, precious."

"You're gonna have to do this to me in the morning and at night, every day, until my hands and wrists heal." The doctor had said six weeks.

I pulled my finger out of her.

I said, "We could hire a nurse or a home health aid or something."

I had lost my job back home and we'd moved here, when I'd gotten a new one, so we had no insurance. And we had no family or friends here, actually didn't know anyone.

"That's okay, dad. I don't mind."

I was spraying the shower head on her pussy to get all the soap out, when she giggled and said, "Dad, I always wash everything twice."

I do the same thing when I showered.

She turned around again, and I repeated the whole process.

Afterward, the floor was all wet, mostly from water splashing out, since the shower door had to be open so that I could wash her.

As I was toweling her dry, she said, "Now I gotta tinkle."

I helped her out of the shower and she sat on the toilet and peed right in front of me.

"I can't even wipe myself."

I did it for her.

"I always use a moist towelette."

I got one and wiped her with it.

She giggled.

I helped her up and she followed me, naked, into her new room. We were too tired to set up the bed or to unpack, so I found the box with her blankets and sheets and made her bed with the mattress just on the floor and tucked her in, still naked.

"Sleep in here with me tonight, dad, in case I need something."

I dragged my own mattress in and went and took a shower.

I tried to masturbate in the shower, but I've never done that.

I put on my pajama bottoms and a teeshirt and came back into her room. I made up my own mattress and turned the lights off and crawled into it.

We lay there talking for a long time, mostly about the move and our hopes for our new life.

In the morning, I went and took a pee and then helped her into the bathroom to do the same. She was still naked. As soon as I lowered her onto the toilet I heard her release a stream.

"Daddy, the floor is still wet from last night. Let's not worry about modesty. You're gonna take your shower with me so that you can wash me without getting the floor all wet."

Now it was my turn to laugh nervously.

"Daddy, if you get a woodie, it's okay. I know I got a bodacious bod, and I know you and Kelly broke up last year."

Kelly, my girlfriend, had left me as soon as I'd lost my job.

I turned on the shower and helped her in. I stripped off my pajama bottom and my tee-shirt and climbed in with her, naked.

She looked at my cock and giggled.

"Daddy, I never saw one before. Never even played doctor."

I was actually fine until I started to wash her.

I usually masturbate at night and in the morning.

As soon as I touched her back with my soapy hands my dick started to grow.

When I started to wash the crack of my daughter's butt, she bend over and I slid my soapy finger up her into her.

"Go a little deeper this time, dad."

I went in about two inches and she said, "That's good, dad."

I soap-fingered her in and out.

She giggled and when she turned around and saw my huge hard-on she giggled all the more.

"God, daddy."

"I'm sorry, honey."

"It's okay, dad. I masturbate at night, every night, before I go to sleep. I couldn't last night, of course. I had trouble getting to sleep last night. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She giggled. "Truth is, I kind of like looking at it. Maybe one day you'll break something and I'll get to wash you all over."

We were both laughing.

I washed her front. When I got to her breasts she giggled and said, "Do a good job, dad."

Then when I got to her pussy, she opened her legs and laughed nervously.

As I washed her pussy and then slid a soapy finger into her, she asked, "Dad, if I need you to, will you masturbate me?"

"Sure, sweetie. I guess I'll have to. Don't be shy, just let me know when you need it or if you just want it."

"You sure you really wouldn't mind, dad?"

"No, not at all. I'm such a dirty old man . . ." I laughed.

She giggled. "How about when we're done with our shower?"

"Okay."

"Thanks, dad."

I continued to wash her and then washed myself while she watched.

"Wow, dad, that's quite the monster you got there. Please, don't get dressed. I wanna look at it while you finger me, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind, honey."

She said playfully, "Promise that if you ever break your wrists that you'll let me jack you off every day."

We went in her room and she lowered herself naked onto my mattress.

"I can't say how much I need this, dad."

"It's okay, sweetie, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"How often do you do it?"

"In the morning and at night."

"Every day?"

"Yes."

She giggled. "Naughty boy. Can I watch next time?"

"I guess so."

"You got massive wood, dad. You want to go first?"

"Would you like that?"

"Yes, as long as I can watch."

I went naked out to the kitchen and found the olive oil, which I used to make my cock all slippery when I jack off. There were no curtains up anywhere in the house. Her room overlooked the back yard, however, so there was no one to see us.

I lay back next to her and it only took a couple minutes of stroking myself to cum while my daughter watched. It was maybe the strongest orgasm of my life. I hadn't done it a couple days, and seeing her naked and touching her body had me all worked up. I spurted gobs and gobs all over my chest and belly.

She giggled. "God, daddy. Can I watch every time until the casts come off?"

I laughed. "I guess so, but you know, it'll be very hard to put all this toothpaste back in the tube when you are better. We'll never be the same again."

She giggled. "If you want to fuck me, daddy, just ask."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. But until my hands are back to 100%, let's just pretend that I'm just some cute sexy young woman you're helping, the poor clumsy twit of a girl next door who broke her wrists rather than your very own daughter."

I laughed. "Let's wait and see, okay?"

"Okay."

I went and washed up.

When I came back, I asked her what she wanted me to do.

"I usually pinch my titties for a while first, but today I think we can skip that, unless you want to do it. I'm so hot and bothered that I might just go off like a nuke and wipe out a whole city."

I laughed.

I sat next to her and reached out and started to finger her pussy.

"Just rub my clitty, dad."

I did as she asked and she started to moan. But as much as I rubbed it, she just couldn't cum.

"Dad, put some of that oil on your finger and finger my butthole. I do that in the shower before I do it. I used to think about a guy, Justin Hollis, a really cute fag at my school, fucking my butt, and I sort of got to love that feeling and that fantasy."

I said, "I've never done that to a woman and I always wanted to do it."

She giggled. "You want to fuck my butt, dad, just ask me and I'll say yes, anytime you want."

I did as she asked and rubbed her clit at the same time. She was very wet, but still she couldn't cum.

"Use two fingers in my ass, dad."

I did it and still she couldn't cum.

"I'm so used to doing it myself, this is driving me nuts. I need it so bad, dad."

"Let me try this." I got between her legs and leaned down and licked her clit while fingering her butthole. I was pushing two fingers all the way into her.

"God, dad, that's so good, so good, so good, don't stop . . ."

She came, but I kept fingering her and licking her and she came again and then again.

Afterward I kept licking her clit lightly and I switched to three fingers in her ass and licked her harder until she came again.

"God, dad, that was the best."

I got up and went and washed.

"You're hard again, daddy."

I used one of her buttwipe clothes and cleaned her butthole.

"You want me to suck you, dad?"

"Right now, what I want, is to fuck your ass."

She giggled. "Dad, we'll never put that one back in the toothpaste tube."

I put a generous amount of oil on my dick while she watched.

"You're really gonna fuck my ass?"

"Yes, unless you say no."

"I better go on the Pill right away."

"Yup, you got that right."

"You want me face down or face up?"

"Face up?"

"You remember in "Rocky Horror," where Frank-N-Furter does Susan Sarandon's boyfriend Brad?"

"No." I had only seen it once and thought it one of the stupid movies I'd ever seen.

"You do like you're fucking my pussy, but you put in my butthole instead."

"How do you want it?"

"Face down. Pretend you're raping me, molesting me, but go easy. I used to have this fantasy about Mr. Johnson . . ."

I rolled her on belly and climbed on top of her. I smacked her ass hard and said, "Be quiet, bitch, or I'll hurt you."

She giggled, but then said, "Please, don't, I never. I'm not on the Pill. I'm a virgin and I want to save myself for my husband or Brad Pitt or Matt Damon or Johnny Depp or Ben Affleck. I'll let you do anything as long as you don't get me pregnant and don't take my virginity."

I was laughing.

I lowered myself and pushed my dick up my own daughter's ass. It glided right in.

"God, dad, go slow, please."

I slowed down and stopped when it was all the way in.

"Okay, daddy, I think I'm ready."

I started to fuck her and I reached under her and started to rub her clit.

She moaned. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She started to cry. "Oh, dad, it's so good." She was moaning and sobbing at the same time.

I had already cum, so it took me a while before I was even close again.

"I don't want to put any toothpaste back in the tube, dad. Promise me that you'll fuck me twice a day. Promise me, promise me, promise me, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," and she came, her whole body shaking.

I came too. I had never cum at the same time as my partner before, but her cumming pushed me over.

We took another shower together.

After that, we slept every night together in my queen-sized bed.

No one knew us in our new town, so we pretended to be married. It was weird too. Before, women didn't notice me. But I'd go to our regular haunts without her, waitresses and girl store clerks would flirt with me and even give me their numbers, teasing me that I was a dirty old man to have such a young wife. 



Nursing My Old Male Friend



It was a warm October afternoon where I lived in England. I left my house in the quaint little village where I lived and started to walk to the bus stop. It felt particularly odd today as I had no pram to push along and my hands felt bare because of this.

I gave birth to Amelia three months ago. My ex-boyfriend (Amelia's father) had decided that we should part although it was an amicable parting. We both fell out of love with each before my pregnancy, but strived to keep the relationship going in a vain attempt to capture the good times again. Due to this we both still made love in an attempt to bond, and this is where I fell pregnant.

I don't blame him for wanting to go... we were not happy but we were both mature enough to realise that our child came first and remained friends in spite of it all. It made good sense – we were responsible parents.

I was without child today as my ex was looking after her (as he did every two weeks for two days at a time). I had packed her bottles with my expressed milk and all her essentials for her stay with her father, and she left earlier this morning. I missed her of course but I valued my own time where I could catch up with chores and sleep. Fortunately I had great support with my family and sister so I considered myself lucky. I didn't go out often in my spare time...I am an introvert at heart preferring to spend time at home and liking my own space. 

I am 22 years old and a quiet yet contemplative person, and also really quite shy and it shows. I have never tried to appear bubbly as a front. I like people to see the real me, and accept me as I am. In looks I have dark blonde long hair that contrasts well with my pale skin. I'm no model but I have an innocent look about me that people have said makes me look fair and pretty.

I boarded the bus, and smiled as the regular bus driver asked me how I was before I sat down, nodding to the other people as I said a quiet but cheery hello, and then I was soon in town where I was planning to do some much needed shopping.

Entering the supermarket I filled up my small trolley with things on my list, when I felt that all too familiar feeling as I was reaching up for the baked beans. The side of my arm brushed against my bust and I had leaked a little milk. I looked down and it showed through my light pink blouse. I tried to pull my cardigan over to hide the wet patch and did my best to ignore it as I continued shopping.

Blushing faintly, I walked to the vegetable isle where I bumped into my father's friend Bill. Bill was the elder brother of my father's boss and also lived a few doors down from us for a few years until he moved away. He was a cheery 68 year old who had never married and seemed content to live his life alone. I had great respect for him for this.

"Hello Megan" he said, raising his hand in a polite hello. "Where is your little one today?"

"Oh hi Bill" I replied and smiled a little smile back. A tiny bit flustered from the earlier wet patch incident. "She's with David my ex for a couple of days. I am glad of the break and sleep, but I do miss her."

"Of course you would" he remarked "But you need your sleep and time alone".

As I nodded and agreed with him, my cardigan fell open, and two boys aged about twenty walked past, nudging each other while pointing and laughing at my obvious wet patches whilst loudly saying "tit milk."

I was mortified and terribly embarrassed and it showed. My head looked down at the floor and as I was still tired from lack of sleep the night before, my eyes welled up a little. Bill stroked my arm gently and told me not to pay any attention.

"Bill, I'm s-sorry" I stammered wishing I was out of the shop.

"Hey Megan" he said gently "please, it's natural – it happens to many a lady I am sure" coaxing me away from the isle and leading me to the checkout where we stood in silence as I paid for my goods.

As I packed the last of my things with his help, he asked me if I would like to go back to his place for a little lunch, in an attempted effort to cheer me up. I shook my head but he said "Meg – please, you're upset and I don't want you to feel like this. Come to mine and we can have some nice lunch and you will feel better. You can dry yourself and I'll lend you a shirt of mine to wear as I wash and tumble dry your blouse." I nodded, and said yes as he was being so kind.

We walked back with him carrying half my bags, and he unlocked his door and showed me into his kitchen while he went upstairs. I placed my frozen items in his freezer so that they would not defrost. He came down with his shirt and handed it to me, telling me where his bathroom was upstairs before I went to it to change.

I felt flushed as I looked in his mirror, changed out of my top garments, drying my nursing bra on his soft towel until it felt dry. I took out some nursing pads and doubled them up before placing them in my bra and changing into his white shirt.

I then came downstairs and spotted Bill chopping carrots. At nearly six foot he was a good height and relatively handsome for his years. He had grey hair, and was balding a touch. His age showed through his laughter lines, but he had kind eyes and a charisma about him that could only help everyone warm to him.

"He we go Bill" I said. "Are you sure it's ok to wash and tumble dry this?"

"Totally" he answered. "It won't take long, and you can relax and be taken care of for a change. It must seem a while since you have had a meal cooked for you." This was true. My sister and mum were no great chefs in the kitchen and when I visited they ordered takeaways or made sandwiches, so this was welcome and nice.

Lunch was simple, and we talked and chatted for an hour over eating. He asked me what my interests were when I had the time, and told me what his life was like in the sixties and early seventies. He had courted a lady for some time although marriage was not on the cards. She fell in love with this work colleague and they moved to the USA. 

He told me about his work, and how he tried stand-up comedy which I thought was a brave thing to even contemplate doing, going by my personality. As he ran through his comedy material I found myself laughing, and relaxing into his company.

In this hour, I got to learn that he was a kind and gentle man, who helped others wherever he could by not wanting anything in return. Such a rare thing to find in people, and even more so in this day and age.

After we consumed our lunch, we sat in his sun parlour. The sun warmed up the room pleasantly and I sat back and relaxed, feeling a world away from how I was in the supermarket. He went away to make some teas and returned with the cups, sitting down beside me on the sofa, handing me my mug.

"You know" he said "those boys in the supermarket were very immature. Breast feeding is a wonderful and natural thing to do and I applaud you for it."

I turned to face him and replied "Thank you Bill. I know it's just one of those things but I get so embarrassed when I leak...is that silly of me?"

He answered softly "Heavens no. It's just that I don't like to see a lovely young woman like you get upset or feel uncomfortable. You were so flustered earlier and that's not a good feeling to have." He looked down toward my breasts and gazed a moment too long so that I looked down at them too.

"Not again" I anxiously murmured biting my lip.

He paused for a brief moment looking up at me before placing his hand in mine and saying "Megan, let me help you this time."

I was a little shocked and stayed still as he unbuttoned one by one each little button on his shirt I was wearing, until it was fully open. He reached for some tissues and placed them on my lap.

"W-what are you doing Bill" I managed to breathe out and he whispered to me "Taking care of you as you should be?"

His comment made me relax as I knew he was a kind and gentle soul, and I leaned forward so that he could push his shirt off my shoulders.

"Megan...oh Megan these look so full in your bra– so milky, ripe and full. Are they sore in any way?" he asked.

"No.. not sore. Just feeling very full with my milk... it's a while since I last pumped them" I answered him back shyly.

He could see my bra was soaked, and gently cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it as it soaked my pads that little bit more.

"I can see that.. they are so swollen with your milk" he added with interest.

He traced the underside of my bra for a few seconds, asking if I was ok.

"Y-yes – I am fine" I replied, beginning to feel the first sense of arousal. A feeling I had not experienced for some time. I knew he could sense this, as I could sense his arousal too. His look had changed into a more urgent look and his breathing had changed.

He slowly peeled away my bra flaps so that underneath the pads showed. The smell of my milk filled the room and he sniffed the air while closing his eyes, talking pleasure from this moment. 

Taking each pad by the corner, he pulled them out of my bra. Then the ones underneath too. As he did my engorged nipples came into his view and he gasped, muttering the word "beautiful". I looked down and the sunlight through his parlour window shone on my nipples, making a tiny drop of milk glisten as he brushed it with his finger and sucked it off the tip of it.

"This needs a tissue" he said huskily and proceeded to wipe all around each nipple slowly and precisely, taking care to dry me. I could not stop my breathing from fastening and I was getting more and more turned on. We looked at each other and knew where this was heading.

"Megan, if these are full and feel swollen as I think they are, then they must be freed for an hour at least. Let them breathe" he instructed.

I leant forward again letting him unclasp me, pulling my bra forward and revealing my full F cups with large smooth pink areola and nipples. 

"They used to be a C cup" I muttered" but really grew in size through expecting". He just gazed at them for a minute without even replying. Mesmerised by them. I felt so appreciated and all woman for him.

He slid to kneel onto the floor facing my globes and his face got closer and closer to my nipple. He gently and lovingly kissed it a few times. As he did I felt a wave of pleasure down below. His mouth expertly covered my large protruding nipple and he licked it before sucking it into his mouth. 

I let out a deep sigh as the milk flowed and he got his rhythm going. My hand reached for his head and I started rocking him against my breast as if he were so precious to me.

He suckled me very well and with passion, and it felt amazing and erotic as we gained pleasure from each other on this lazy sunny afternoon.

As my one breast drained, he moved to the other. Paying the exact precise attention as he did to my drained one, only this time he let my nipple slip out of his mouth to tell me I was beautiful and wonderful before continuing to devour my milk. 

It was then I felt his hand reach up my skirt and rested on my thigh. I voluntarily tried to slide down so that his hand reached closer to my pussy, but it reached up before I could. He gently stroked my cream lace panties as he sucked my sensitive nipple, making my panties damp and moist as I moaned and clutched his head on my breast, feeling his grey hair.

He slipped his finger underneath the lace material and found the hood of my clit where he just rested his finger, teasing me. I however bucked against his finger while he latched on my nipple harder and sucked firmly and intently. He then slid his finger into my pussy, while his thumb attacked my swollen clit. 

I never once imagined I would have an experience like this with a man his age, but it felt so natural and exciting and I was getting so close now to my orgasm.

His finger bent slightly inside me, massaging my g-spot and I began calling out his name as I neared climax. 

If he had neighbours in next door they would surely have heard.

All of a sudden my orgasm ripped through my body intensely, making me shake and shudder as I cried out. My body felt so satisfied and my climax slowly eased away where I was brought back into the moment.

My breasts were near empty and he let my nipple slip from his previously hungry mouth before kissing it softly.

We held and cuddled each other on the sofa for a couple of minutes after but I wanted to please him too as he pleased me.

I took the place that he did minutes earlier, and knelt before him, delighting in the fact that he was rock hard through his trousers. I unzipped them, and slid them to the ground as his raised his hips. I then took his boxers off slowly, and looked at his manhood for a few seconds; it was thick and longer than I imagined a man of his age to be.

"My angel, Megan, look what you have done" he groaned pointing to his manhood. "You have awakened arousal in me and you are such a wonderful young woman."

With this, I caught his eye lustfully as I edged closer, my mouth inches away from his hardness.

"Oh Megan" he mouthed as I carefully ran my tongue up and down his beautiful cock, swirling the head in little circles, leaving it wet and then back down again until he produced precum. It tasted so good.

My soft lips covered his delicious long thick cock as I sank my mouth down onto it. I began to suck him and he relished the feeling. He told me that my mouth was so warm and wanton and lovely as my lips touched ever contour and very vein.

I invited him to push into my mouth and deeper into the beginning of my throat by placing his hands on my head. He held it gently at first and stroked my hair, then gripped my hair firmly as he pushed deeper and harder. Rocking his hips.

I was almost taking his full length while sucking and looked up to meet his eyes.

He rocked harder and my face reddened as I sucked him as hard as I could. I could tell by his breathing rate that he was almost there.

I moaned encouragingly to him as if to say if was ok and fine to cum in my mouth. His gorgeous cum. Oh yes, I wanted it. Then he groaned a final time and it shot into my waiting mouth, squirting delicious streams of hot cum that I savoured as I gazed up at him.

I swallowed it slowly, this was precious and I wanted to take my time to devour him.

As we relaxed, I lay my head on his lap for a few minutes while he stroked my messy hair, until he came off the sofa and led me to lie and cuddle with him on his rug. Both still semi clothed.

We held each other while we talked and slept until early evening as the sun went down, delighting in our loving encounter.

We also made plans to see each other again and I knew that next time we would take it that step further.

There was no way that I would let this be a one off experience with him and he felt the same.

To be continued........



Nursing Needs



Sally Ford sighed deeply as she swung her Range Rover down the lane that led to Greenmeadows farm. The forty-two year old district nurse was on her final visitation of the day. 

Sixty year old Sam Peters was terminally ill and Sally knew that all she could do for him was monitor his pain relief and make him as comfortable as possible. Luckily for Sam, his twenty five year old son, Michael, had taken leave of absence from his driving job to look after his dying father full time. Michael's mother died when he was very young and now he was resigned to the fact that he was soon going to lose his father too. Sally Ford's presence made this cross a bit more bearable.

Sally had been married to husband Brian for twenty years now. They had no children. Despite this Sally always felt she had a good marriage and a wonderful home in Frawley, Devon. This opinion changed however when she first met Michael.

Michael Peters was everything that Brian wasn't. He was tall, dark and handsome. From his muscular physique, Sally could tell that Michael was not afraid of hard work. She could only fantasise about what he was like in bed and she rebuked herself for it. Michael's appearance made Sally realise how stale her marriage really was. She and Brian rarely made love and when they did it was quick and meaningless. Brian ignored her attempts to seduce him, pleading tiredness after work, leaving Sally frustrated.

The trouble really started when Brian took a job as rep for an agricultural machinery company last year. His trips took him all over Devon and surrounding counties. Brian got gotten so used to driving that the once very fit individual that Sally had married had become heavy and out of shape. Despite this and the fact that he no longer fulfilled her sexually Sally still loved her husband. She put all this at the back of her mind and buried herself in her nursing work that joy really loved and found rewarding if a little painful sometimes, especially with the likes of Sam Peters.

When she rang the bell at the single storey house the door opened almost immediately and Michael stood before her. Every time this happened Sally's desired surfaced and simmered as Michael stood behind Sally as she treated her father.

Satisfied that Sam was comfortable Sally put her stethoscope back in her case and closed it. She turned to Michael. "He's comfortable now. Just make sure that he gets his meds and if there are any problems just call me," she said.

"Thank you, Sally. You're a great help. I don't know what I'd do without you," he replied.

Sally put her hand on his shoulder. "You're the one who deserves the praise, Michael. You're very good to stay with your father and look after him. I know that's not easy. I do admire you for that," she said sincerely.

"He's my dad. We look after each other," responded Michael.

"I know that, Michael. It's just that you'd be surprised how many young men don't look at it as you do and I truly admire you for that," replied Sally as she put her hand to his face affectionately. Suddenly she realised she may have overstepped it and withdrew her hand and blushed. 

"Well, I had better go," she said after giving a slight cough of embarrassment and headed for the door. "I'll call in again tomorrow," she finished as she got into her car.

"Thanks Sally. See you then," responded Michael.

On the way home Sally couldn't help thinking about the young man. As she looked in the mirror she saw she was still blushing.

In contrast to Brian, Sally had kept herself in very good shape. Good eating habits and regular exercise kept her trim. Her exercise included running five nights a week and a swim at the local swimming pool every Saturday morning. Sally was five feet eight and reasonably slim. Her breasts were medium and firm. She wore her long flaming red hair in a tight bun and her legs were long and very smooth.

The following week as Sally visited the Peters' household each day was the same as before. She would do the usual checks and remind Michael about the meds. Nothing suggested that there would ever change that. At least, that's what Sally thought. Then, on Friday evening something happened that altered this perception.

As they were in the hallway Sally once again reminded Michael about his father's meds. What happened next not only took Sally by surprise but also shocked her.

Michael said nothing but planted a kiss on Sally's moist lips.

Initially, Sally seemed to respond positively but then suddenly pushed Michael away. "No, please Michael. We mustn't," she said and she grabbed her bag before turning again to the young man. "Forgive me, please," pleaded Sally as she dashed for her car.

"Damn, damn, damn," cried Sally as she repeatedly banged her hands against the steering wheel of her car. As she started the engine Sally could see a nonplussed Michael at the door before she turned the Range Rover around and drove for home.

Sally wasn't far from home when she parked in a lay by to think. 'What the hell was wrong with me?' she thought. Michael had done exactly as she had desired and she pushed him away in total denial. Now she'd be lucky if he would even talk to her again, let alone look at her. This was her fault and she knew it. It made her cry bitterly.

Sally was very nervous on Monday evening as she returned to the Peters' home. As usual Michael opened the door almost immediately after she had rung the bell. In contrast to previous occasions he said nothing. He simply escorted Sally to his father's bedroom. He remained silent as she set about her work and only spoke when he needed to. Even when Sally tried to strike up a conversation Michael would simply grunt and kill any possibility of them talking.

This situation continued all week. Finally, on Friday, exactly a week after Michael tried to kiss her, Sally and Michael were once again in the hallway. Sally just couldn't take it anymore and swung around. "Michael, I..." It was as far as she got because Michael suddenly swooped down like an eagle snatching its prey and once again kissed her.

Just like before, it was a shock to Sally. This time, however, the medical bag she had been carrying crashed to the ground as her arms embraced his neck in a clear signal not to let go. As soon as Michael's lips touched hers, Sally could feel lust and desire flood through her body. "Mmm," muttered Sally as she and Michael continued kissing.

While they were still kissing Michael began to steer them both towards the bedroom next to his father's. 

Although she had her eyes closed Sally could feel the buttons of her navy blue blouse being slowly opened. She sighed as she felt Michael's lips touching her neck and his hand gently squeezing her right breast through her bra.

Michael slipped Sally's blouse from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, revealing her lacy black low cut bra. 

Sally's body shook as Michael kissed her bare shoulder, having slid down her bra straps.

After releasing her bra and tossing it on the ground, Michael began to lick the nipples of her firm breasts.

"Oooh," moaned Sally as he did so. At the same time Sally removed the pins from her hair and shook the red strands loose. This excited Sally more because to her this was symbolic of her own feelings of sexual freedom. Gone were the constraints of her non existent love life. Gone too were any thoughts of ethics, moral or professional, as she continued to enjoy the touch of this young man as he licked and sucked her breasts. 

Sally's pent up sexual desires continued to flow forth as Michael began to move down her wonderful body. "Oh my God," she repeated several times in response to his gentle touch.

As she felt her pants and lacy knickers been pulled down Sally's excitement and pleasure reached heights she never knew were possible. Again she moaned softly as she felt the affect of Michael's tongue as it made its way through her pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit.

Suddenly there was a pause and Sally opened her eyes. Michael stood before her bare from the waist up. The site of his bare chest added even more arousing pleasure for Sally. 

Michael picked her up and carried her before laying her gently on the bed. Sally removed her socks as Michael quickly removed the remainder of his clothes before joining her.

As he gently mounted Sally, Michael couldn't help but admire how well she had kept her body. What was more exciting for him was the smoothness and silkiness as it rubbed against his own. First of all, Michael planted a deep passionate kiss on Sally's lips. "Oh Michael, you're so wonderful," sighed Sally as the young man moved to her neck and shoulder, licking, sucking and nibbling as he went.

Once again Sally sighed deeply as Michael engulfed her right breast and began to lick and suck.

"Oh, oh, oh my God," Sally struggled to moan as Michael, encouraged be Sally obvious pleasure, continued to play with her breasts and nipples. 

Sally's ecstatic pleasure continued as Michael made his way down her flat stomach. Then he suddenly stopped and began to turn Sally over on her front. She gave him a puzzled look.

"Trust me," said Michael reassuringly. He gently mounted Sally's back and began to kiss, nibble and suck all the way down to her arse cheeks.

It was a new an exciting experience for Sally and she was only too willing to do the same to Michael when he indicated his wish. Once more, Michael turned Sally over on her back and as he gently spread her long smooth legs, he eased his tongue through her pussy lips and proceeded to work on her clit, much to Sally's obvious delight. 

She could feel her juices slowly gather and was afraid she's orgasm too soon. However, Michael swiftly replaced his tongue with his cock and began to pump her. The speed of his movement accelerated with each stroke. Sally's body reacted positively and began to move with him. Her hands gripped the young man's hips as if guiding in and soon both lovers settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm.

As the seconds ticked by Sally and Michael's breathing became deeper and deeper. Sally's juices began to flow and she knew then there was no turning back. As well as their heavy breathing they would each give a slight yell. Each seemed to be prompted by the other. At last, unable to hold back, Sally's orgasm exploded just as Michael deposited his cum inside her. 

For Sally it was her biggest and best ever orgasm. It left her breathless and satisfied in ways she never thought she would be again.

Michael too was exhausted and gasped for air for what seemed like an age.

For a few moments Sally rested on Michael's chest loving every moment of his warm embrace as his arm was wrapped lovingly around her. She looked up at the young man. "Oh Michael, you are so wonderful. I never would have believed that lovemaking was so pleasurable," she declared.

"You have no regrets?" he asked.

"No," responded Sally. "Do you?" she asked uneasily.

"Absolutely none," responded Michael firmly with a smile.

Sally reached up and kissed him. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said and resumed her position on Michael's chest.

Their apparent tranquillity was shattered when Sally's mobile phone began to ring.

Sally looked out the window and was startled that it was already dark. "Oh my God, what time is it?" she asked in panic.

"Just after six," replied Michael as he looked at his watch.

"I should have been home half an hour ago. It must be Brian wondering where I am," said Sally as she scrambled out of bed in search of her discarded blouse and the pocket where she had put her phone.

"Now breathe deeply Sal. Just tell him you had to get dad settled down," said Michael as he too got out of bed and got dressed.

Sally did as Michael suggested and told her husband she's be home in half an hour. She simply slipped her blouse and pants on before pushing her underwear into her bag. Sally looked at Michael and noticed his smile. "What?" she asked anxiously.

"Do you always wear such sexy underwear on your visits?" Michael asked with a grin.

Sally blushed. "No," she replied sheepishly. "I just thought..."

"Well, it worked," said Michael as he anticipated what she was about to say.

Sally smiled and then leaned over and kissed him. "I better go," she said.

"That lane is dangerous in the dark, Sal. Let me guide you up to the main road," responded Michael

Michael walked up the lane with his torch and Sally followed slowly in her car. When they were finally on the main road Sally rolled down the window. "Thank you, Michael, for everything," she said before kissing him again.

"You're more than welcome, Sal. See you tomorrow," replied Michael.

"Of course and remember..."

"I know, keep an eye on his meds," finished Michael.

They both laughed and Sally turned the Range Rover before driving home.

About a mile from home and in the same lay by she had wept in the previous Friday, Sally looked in the mirror and realised her cleavage was showing. She buttoned up her blouse and retied her hair in a tight bun.

When she got home Brian was in his usual armchair in the living room reading his paper.

"Sorry to be late. How was your day?" she asked as she bent over and kissed his head.

"Oh, so-so, responded Brian lethargically.

"I'll just have a quick shower and start dinner, ok?" said Sally.

"Oh, that's fine, dear," responded Brian almost sounding as if he didn't care.

Sally stripped rapidly and after testing that the water was warm enough she stepped in and soaped her body. Despite Brian obvious lack of interest she hadn't felt this happy in months. Michael Peters was the sort of man she had dreamed about. He seduced her just like a fantasy except this was no fantasy. It had really happened and Sally really enjoyed it and the excitement that it brought her. She closed her eyes and began to imagine herself and Michael in the throes of passionate lovemaking. She even began to finger her pussy and masturbate, producing another orgasm.

Dinner was the usual dull conversation. As Sally put the dishes in the washer Brian suddenly spoke. "So Sam had a bad day, eh?"

Sally was startled. "Yes, it's getting more and more difficult to settle him."

"Oh well, he's lucky he has you," replied Brian before picking up his paper.

Sally sighed and swung around to face her husband. "Actually, Brian, I lied. His son Michael took me to bed and we had wild passionate sex!" declared Sally in a sarcastic tone.

For a moment Brian stared at his wife in silence. You could hear a pin drop. Then he exploded in uncontrollable laughter. "Hey, that's good, Sal. You almost had me going there for a minute," he said as he headed for the living room with his newspaper in his hand. 

Sally just looked at her departing husband with her mouth open. She picked up the pepper holder with the intent of hurling it at him but slammed it on the table in frustration instead.

The following Monday as she drove to the Peters' farm on her last visitation of the day many thoughts went through Sally mind. She had violated every rule she had lived by. Her catholic upbringing and ethic told her this was wrong. She had also broken professional ethics on being involved with patients or carers. However, District Nurse Sally Ford was beyond caring. Her pent up sexual desires needed to be fulfilled and young Michael Peters was only too willing to satisfy her. As long as this was the case Sally had no intention of stopping now. Each visitation would culminate in a wonderful sexual encounter with the young man. 

Although she was not bored with Michael, on the contrary, Sally always looked forward to her visits, she began to yearn that somehow she could spend the night and sleep with him. 

It was a few months into her relationship with Michael and nothing had changed between Sally and Brian. Then, one Monday night Brian announced that one of the company reps was away on holiday and that he would have to cover the route. This meant a weekend away in Wales. Sally pretended to be angry and disappointed. However she did not try too hard because she was secretly delighted and couldn't wait to tell Michael.

It was Friday and Brian bade her farewell with his customary kiss on her cheek. When she had finished all her visitations and headed for the Peters' farm Sally's excitement was almost unbearable.

She finally completed her work with Sam Peters and Michael led her outside. He immediately grabbed Sally and kissed her very passionately and led her into the bedroom next door.

For a moment Sally pulled away. "Brian will be gone all weekend," she declared, unable to contain her excitement any longer.

Michael smiled. "So you can stay this weekend?" he asked with equal excitement.

"Well, at least tonight," Sally said hesitantly.

It was like a trigger for both lovers as they began to strip each other in a frantic craze of lust. 

As he opened Sally's blouse Michael's excitement soared when he saw her lacy red low cut bra with her breasts straining to escape.

Once again Sally was not disappointed as the warmth that she felt as Michael's body touched her own drove her wild. As Michael explored her entire body Sally's moans of excitement and pleasure became louder and louder. When his wonderful cock entered her pussy her desires went into overdrive and culminated in yet another huge orgasm leaving her exhausted but more satisfied than had ever been. Soon both lovers were asleep, wrapped lovingly in each other's arms.

***

When Sally awoke she looked out the window to see it was still dark. She looked at the clock on the side table. It was only five thirty. Michael was still asleep and Sally lay back and began to think just how wonderful her night of passion had been. She had finally fulfilled her dream of sleeping with this young man and she had no regrets. She only hoped Michael felt the same way.

Sally decided to shower before making breakfast so she gently eased herself from his embrace before heading to it. She was unaware however that Michael was quite awake and spied this naked and very beautiful woman with one eye before she disappeared.

As the jets of hot steamy water sprayed around and over her, Sally began to think of the wonderful sex she and Michael had indulged. The warmth of the water reminded Sally of Michael's warm body. 

Sally's thoughts were suddenly broken and she jumped with a start as Michael's hand touched her bare and very wet shoulder. She tried to turn around.

"No, don't," ordered Michael as he took some of Sally's red hair in her hand and sniffed it. 

Sally shuddered when he felt Michael's lips kissing her neck and then her shoulder and finally working his way down her back. All Sally could do was sigh deeply with each the young man's gentle touches. Again, as Michael began to gentle massage her breasts Sally once again sighed deeply. She was amazed at this young man. They had really only known each other a short while and yet it seemed that Michael knew just exactly how to pleasure and satisfy her.

As Michael gently turned Sally around he began to lick and suck her medium breasts, eventually making his way down her waist, making Sally sigh all the way. When Michael came back up Sally put her arms around his neck and he lifted her up. Sally gripped the curtain rail and wrapped her legs around Michael's lower body as she felt his cock enter her soaking pussy and began to pound her mercilessly. In the meantime the hot water continued to cascade around them.

Finally, as she orgamed, Sally's head slumped on Michael's shoulder as she breathed deeply for both relief and pleasure. "Oh Michael, you're so fantastic I didn't realise you were awake. I was gong to make breakfast," she said as Michael lowered her to the floor of the shower.

"This is a farm, my dear girl. We're up at all hours here. I'll be back in about two hours for breakfast. Just keep an eye on Dad and I'll see you then," responded Michael with a smile.




Nursing Needs



"Alright," replied Sally as she kissed him before he left.

With Michael gone Sally tidied up just to kill time. She also sat in with Michael's father, Sam, checking his drips, blood pressure and so on. As she looked at him, Sally could have sworn that he gave a slight smile. It made her wonder did he suspect anything about her relationship with his son.

True to his word, Michael returned just over two hours later. Sally had breakfast ready and they ate together. In the course of conversation Michael persuaded Sally to stay another night, not that she needed much persuasion. With Brian away it was just what she was hoping Michael would suggest. Sally and Michael enjoyed another wonderful night of passion before Sally returned home. Indeed, as Brian continued to ignore her needs, Sally found great comfort in Michael's arms. It was a relationship that would go on long after her patient, Sam Peters, died.



Ellen Journals 03. Nursing Nick



I've written about my wife, Ellen, twice before (The Five Sketches, Fountains of Aphrodite), and though we are by no means "swingers," those two events in our lives were so intense and unusual that by writing about them I found that I could assimilate them and understand them better in the context of my marriage. I'm admittedly not a "writer" in the practiced sense of the word, but I have reported these incidents as honestly as I could. 

Ellen is now in her early 50s, and she is as trim as she was when I married her. She works hard at looking her best, dresses expensively but not ostentatiously, and still turns heads wherever we go. She says she doesn't want other men and I believe her. We are, but for the two incidents I have reported, as monogamous and boring as most happy couples can be.

But she has this thing about her that, every few years, reminds me that her erotic sense is volcanic, and she cannot be predicted. I thought that I had lain my pen aside on these matters as we have matured, but it happened again and I feel the need again to put it into words and sort it out.

I have a friend whom I will call Nick, who has been my friend since I was a boy. We are very close, as close as friends can be who now live 800 miles away from one another. Nick moved before I began to court Ellen and she doesn't know him well, only meeting him on the few occasions of our vacations to Nick's part of the country.

Nick was involved in a car wreck recently and sustained a closed-head injury. This ended happily, but at the time no one knew if or when Nick would regain consciousness. It was a scary time for me, and I realized that, if Nick came through this, I would never let a year go by without seeing him. It shook me.

Ellen sensed this, and that very day that we got news of Nick's accident she suggested that we fly as closely as we could get to his northern Minnesota town, rent a car, and visit Nick in hospital. I made the arrangements and off we went. We were on the ground within 24 hours of his hospitalization.

The hospital was a shabby affair, at least compared to the megalopolis of the U-M hospital in Ann Arbor, where we live. But his care was good, the place was squeaky clean, and he was closely monitored. It was late evening and the place was pretty quiet. Nick looked, oddly enough, perfectly fine, as if he were only asleep. His head was bandaged, he had an IV tube, but was not catheterized because of his body did not tolerate the tube in his penis. The doctor told us that he had no other injuries, and though they were optimistic about his return to consciousness, they would not guarantee it. The swelling, he said, was receding, but there was just no way to tell when Nick would come back to us.

We sat beside him on two straightback chairs on the uncluttered side of his bed, me quietly watching Nick breathe, and Ellen quietly watching me with a sympathetic smile. The door to his room opened and in walked a mutual friend of Nick and mine, a fellow I'll call Sean that hides his real name but not his larger than life Irish manner. 

"John!" he almost shouted in surprise when he saw me, holding out his arms for an embrace. I hugged him.

"Sean, I can't believe you're here, but, well, what the hell, it's good to see you." I backed up and reached an arm toward my wife. "You remember Ellen, don't you?" He hugged her, too, as if they had been long-lost buddies but in fact I had found out later that they had never met.

"It's a pleasure to see you, Ellen," he said, adding, "My god you're a lovely girl."

Ellen blushed and waved it away appreciatively. "We need another chair!" she observed.

Sean declined to sit and I remained standing. We talked of Nick, regretting his luck and hoping for the best, Ellen sitting demurely with ankles crossed on her chair. 

She wore a dress that was Indian style, brown suede with blue tassels, for we were in Indian country and she enjoyed dressing the part. She even had her long black hair braided in the tribal style. Sean's enthusiasm was easy to understand. After a few minutes of increasingly sober talk, Sean left the room to buy a candy bar and I resumed my seat next to Ellen. We stared fondly and sadly at poor Nick. 

He was a handsome guy, about our age and in good shape. He had his own cabin out here and liked to hunt, chop wood, and garden for what few crops the cold earth would give up in this clime. His most distinguishing feature, I suppose, was his long hair, since his hippy days, clean and blond and now shot with some grey. I leaned over the bed and put my face near to his.

"Nick, it's John." I had a catch in my throat and coughed. Ellen looked at me sadly. "Can you hear me? We're here with you. Me and Ellen. Sean, too." I took his hand in mine but there was nary a squeeze in return, no response at all. I sat back down and Ellen leaned over and kissed my cheek. I turned to her. "I wish there was something I could do to bring him around."

"I know honey," she whispered. "He'll come back. He's just hard to reach right now."

We sat and watched over our friend, and of a sudden I got panicky. "I don't want him to slip away," I said. "I have a feeling he's just drifting away..." 

She took my hand in hers. I looked at her. "He needs to stay earthbound," I whispered.

A nurse came in and asked us to step outside while she washed him up, took his vital signs and all that. It took but a few minutes and there was no sign of Sean back from his candy run. We returned to our seats next to freshly-scrubbed Nick, and I sank myself in thinking about how to keep him with us, how to make him want to come back. I had a thought, but it was crazy and there were complications. I turned to Ellen.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Come on," she took my hand again. "Tell me." I turned my face away and shook my head. She sensed my thoughts.

"O my god," she whispered. "Are you thinking what I think your thinking?"

"Maybe," I said. "What do you think I'm thinking?"

"That you want me to, I don't know, use sex to... how did you say it? Keep him earthbound?" She sounded exasperated in a lighthearted sort of way.

"I just thought of it... I don't know... What do you think?" I asked.

She was quiet for the longest time, alternately looking at poor Nick and out the hospital window. I figured I went somewhere I should have not with my suggestion. It was not a good time for Sean to return, but he bounded through the door with a handful of sugary treats.

"Hershey bars? Snickers? Anybody?"

We both declined. Sean put the candy on the food tray on the other side of Nick's bed.

"I had lunch in the diner downstairs," he said. "Not bad food."

"Sean?" Ellen spoke.

"What's up?" Sean answered, unwrapping a Snickers. Ellen stood and shuffled over to face him.

"Would you do us a little favor? And not ask any questions?"

Sean looked puzzled. "Ummm... of course? What do you need?"

Ellen looked over at me and giggled. Actually giggled, then turned back to Sean. "Would you please go out, close the door, and..." she looked over at me questioningly, "stand guard for us? Like, alert us if someone tries to come in?" She giggled again. There was a pause while Sean considered.

"How come?" he asked warily. "What's going on?"

"Just trust us on this," I said. "Really. Just for a few minutes."

Sean shook his head. "Yeah. Sure. Why not? Just stand out in the hall with the door closed and tell you if someone's coming. Right?"

"Right," we said in unison.

Sean closed the door and we were alone, standing at Nick's bedside, wondering how to proceed. I wondered if Ellen was reconsidering this crazy idea that somehow didn't seem so crazy.

Ellen reached up and pulled the sheets, slowly and with great care, down to knee level. She brushed aside Nick's gown and saw that there was some absorbent material packed around his groin. She lifted it aside and placed it near the foot of the bed. She beheld Nick's very flaccid penis nestled into a tuft of greying-blond pubic hair. She looked up at me with a questioning look, but I had no answers for her.

"Why didn't you stand guard with Sean?" she whispered.

"I don't know."

"Yes you do." she smiled.

"OK. I wanted to watch."

"Do you have an erection?"

"I'm getting one," I admitted. "But Nick isn't." 

Ellen frowned and looked back at Nick's shriveled little member. She reached out and gave it a loving little squeeze.

"We don't have much time," I reminded.

"OK, John. I know what you want to see," she smiled and leaned over the bed and kissed the tip of Nick's penis. I moved near to the foot of the bed to get a better angle. Ellen teased the head of Nick's cock with her tongue, all the while looking at me.

Nick's little cock began to stir, and as it rose, bit by little bit, Ellen took it all within her mouth, panting a little while her eyes remained locked on mine. My own erection was bursting hard, and I wondered to myself at the amazing eroticism and life-affirming soul this woman of mine possessed. 

Soon, Nick's cock was too engorged for Ellen to take all of it within her mouth and she pulled her face back, revealing a full-fledged erection that would make any man (or woman) proud. Apparently Nick had one of those super-expandable models that was barely visible when flaccid, but quite proudly tall and fat when it was called to task. 

Ellen stroked the wet length of Nick's cock with her hand then bent back over to take the head of his penis once more into the warm, wet refuge of her mouth. I moved back behind her to see her from behind, noting the Indian dress riding up just enough to show the the bottoms of her thighs. I tugged at my sweatpants and jockeys to free my own cock and stroked it to the rhythm of Ellen's bobbing head, my penis a few inches from her suede covered bottom. 

It was all a bit too much for me and without a thought for our situation, I put my hand between Ellen's thighs and she startled, her head jerking up for air.

"What are you doing!?" she whispered loudly, turning her head to look behind her at my exposed cock swaying near her bottom.

"Keep sucking his cock." I ordered her, and to my surprise, she did! She spread her legs to give me better access to her ass which was now jutting out toward my cock, her back arched and her mouth once again busy.

I gathered her dress near the knees and lifted the suede curtain above her waist, then, with her charming and wiggling cooperation, drew down her panties (white and cotton, as always) to her knees. She pulled her mouth free and gasped aloud, swaying her now naked ass back and forth, begging for attention. I put my thumbs on either side of her bottom, close to her rosebud, and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her completely. I wet my index finger and slowly inserted it into her asshole, she clenched her muscles and her ass grabbed at my finger. 

She looked behind her, her face flushed, and whispered, "No! No time for that!" She stroked Nick's cock and he stirred in his deep sleep. She licked him, then took him back into her mouth.

I spread her cheeks again and carefully guided my cock into her pussy. Ellen moaned and I began to push and pull into the slow dance of fucking. I knew I was going to come very quickly because I was so overcome by the erotic charge of all of this. It was too much and I felt my own charge start to build.

And, yes, then the door opened.

Thankfully it was Sean, who entered breezily saying, "Nobody's coming, but what the hell is taking you too so..."

I remember how he broke off right at those words, turned and closed the door. Both Ellen and I were far too far gone in our throes to interrupt our coupling. As I was about to come, Ellen took her mouth off of Nick's cock and laid her head down on his chest, as I pumped semen into her belly in great spasms, holding onto her bare hips and thrusting hard while all this, apparently, being taken in by Sean, silently from near the doorway.

As my spasms subsided, still buried to the hilt in my wife's outthrust bottom, I steadied her hips and she drew calm.

"Honey," I whispered.

"I know," she breathed back at me. "Sean is here." She turned her head and looked right at him, Nick's still erect penis brushing her forehead.

Sean was flustered. "I'm sorry, I couldn't leave," he mumbled, and looked over at me. "How could anybody leave?"

"That's OK," she whispered, then looked back at me and gave me the most seductive smile. Sean drew closer. We looked at one another, then I turned attention back to my sweetheart's ass, once again prying her cheeks apart, exposing all to Sean, and slowly drew my wet and glistening penis from my wife pussy. The head popped out and I stood with my swaying cock, rubbing against her butthole. Together we watched my semen seep in a tiny stream from her entrance, and I released her ass cheeks, bent over, and kissed her back. 

Slowly, she stood, but she held her dress up with her hands. She stood, exchanging glances with me and Sean (who looked poleaxed with confusion), her trimmed pussy leaking semen down her thigh, framed by the panties at her knees and her dress at her waist.

"I'm not done," she said to me, turned, and resumed her position, bent over Nick's drooping penis with outthrust nude bottom, thigh glistening. She took Nick in her mouth and we watched her bring his penis to throbbing life again. She licked and stroked his fat cock, turned back to catch Sean's eye and said, "Go ahead and masturbate. I know you must want to." Then turned back to her work.

Sean looked to me for permission and I shrugged my shoulders. He pulled his pants and underpants down and revealed an erect and modest cock, which he stroked while he gazed intently at my wife, dividing his attentions between her bottom on display a few feet from his own cock, and Ellen's oral display on Nick's member.

I was surprised, at my age, to see my own member swelling anew at this scene. While Sean gazed longingly at my wife's bottom, I reached over and spread her cheeks for his full appreciation. Ellen, with mouth full, moaned at this gesture and Sean breathed and stroked more enthusiastically as he beheld her treasures. I put my finger back in her ass, working the first joint in and out as she moaned and pushed against my finger.

Then we heard it. Nick moaning! He shook his head back and forth slowly, his moans louder. I pulled my finger from Ellen's ass and Sean and I watched as Nick convulsed, his semen shooting forth in a fountain into Ellen's open mouth, shooting again, and again as she drooled Nick's come onto the head of his cock, lustily jacking him with her fist, draining from him every drop of semen. There was so much!

When the cumming subsided, Ellen stood, turned to face us, sat back on the edge of the bed, and with spread legs worked her clitoris with two fingers looking at our exposed cocks and within a minute she was bucking in orgasm. What a sight this was I have not the talent to describe, nor to convey the effect this had on Sean and me. I did not see Sean shoot his seed, but I head him convulse with a moan, spraying the carpet and dripping cum down his enclosing fingers. 

Ellen, looking completely disheveled, hair coming undone, cum stains on her dress, wiped her mouth with her hand taking away a drool of Nick's semen which she wiped on the bed. She sighed and put her head down, exhausted. I was proud of her as if she were a goddess sent to me for my care. Sean and I tidied up our exposed cocks, all zipped and proper, and I hugged Ellen, kissing the top of her head.

"He felt that, I think," she panted with a smile at me. We both agreed that indeed he must have, and so did we! We watched as Ellen collected herself enough to stumble to the bathroom where she remained for some time. 

Sean was not comfortable with what happened, and though I tried to reassure him that this is OK and that, once in awhile my wife does something like this, he shook my hand, sent his regards to Ellen (whom he called "Alice," I remember), and in a flash he was gone. Ellen came out of the bathroom, eventually, and as I had tidied up as best as I could, we left the hospital (I took the Hershey bars) in a hurry for our hotel, never once molested by hospital staff. How lucky we were.

We visited the next day and not a word was said to us, though I thought I noticed a change in the vibe and a few strange looks. This could be my imagination, but I doubt it.

Nick recovered the day after we left, and left the hospital that same week. If he remembered anything about our visit he never said so, nor do I know if Sean ever filled Nick to the proceedings. We have a reservation at that same hotel in a few weeks, and I have vowed never to lose touch with Nick again. We have never heard from Sean.

As typical, Ellen never talks about this episode, and we have resumed our life as if nothing happened. And in a way, nothing did. 

This is what Ellen is to me, a paradox of a beautiful, normal woman who has these flashes of eroticism that make her a goddess.



Nursing School



It was 3 months after our first son was born. Julie was a dedicated mother and consistently nursed him. I also learned during that time to love the taste of her breast milk and about the excitement I got from squeezing her swollen breasts during sex, getting showered with her milk.

Now my wife did not have huge tits when we got married. They were firm, but not overly large. But she did, and does have great nipples. Those button kind that don't splay all over the end of her tits. When she got pregnant, and while nursing, her breasts got larger, but they still were nice and firm, with no sag and with the great nipples.

Tom came over for supper one evening. When we finished eating it was time for Julie to feed our son. As we sat in the living room talking, Julie just opened her blouse and started nursing him. But, instead of having one breast out, she opened her blouse so both her breasts were exposed.

Tom and I sat there drinking and talking mindful of hos fun it was to look at Julie's breasts. As we talked and enjoyed the view, Julie relaxed and her milk began to flow, seeping from her un-suckled right breast as my son was latched on the nipple of the left. The conversation between Tom and I kind of died and I noticed that Tom had gone from thinking he was sneaking looks to openly staring at my wife's tits. He kind of squirmed in his chair and I could tell he was trying to straighten out his hardening cock in his jeans.

Julie sat there rocking and smiling, enjoying the power her tits had over us. My son finished nursing on her left breast and fell asleep. She rocked him for a couple of minutes, then took him into his room and put him in his crib. When she came back into the living room she had kind of buttoned her blouse, but the milk leaking from her un-suckled right tit was soaking through her top, turning it transparent so her nipple showed clearly.

I asked if he was asleep and Julie relied "Yes, soundly." Then she said, "It is such a pain when he only finishes one side. Now I guess I am going to have to use the pump on the other one." I said, "Unless you want us to help". Julie got an evil grin on her face and Tom's ears perked up at the "us" part. Julie said, "Well, I don't know. What did you have in mind"? I told her I wasn't exactly sure, but I thought Tom and I would be willing to do whatever would be helpful. I explained to Tom that Julie gets pretty uncomfortable when she gets "overfull". He just had a stupid look on his face and was grinning from ear to ear as he mindlessly nodded his head up and down like he even cared what I said.

Julie said "Well, I guess it is either the pump or you guys. And you guys seem to have a lot more personality than that thing." Julie unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders and tossed it over by the bedroom door. She stood in front of us with those huge milk swollen jugs sticking out proudly in front of her, not a hint of embarrassment on her face. 

She walked to her chair and sat down, saying "Honey. Go get a glass out of the cupboard." I was in the kitchen in a flash, grabbed a glass, and sped back into the living room. When I got there, Julie had her head on the back of her chair, and was using her hand to gently guide Tom's hand across her chest. She saw me and said "Have to get my nipples relaxed to get the milk flowing again." 

I guess they were relaxed all right because milk was seeping from both her nipples and running down her breasts to her stomach. Tom started to use the milk as a lubricant as he continued to massage her breasts.

Julie took the glass from me and said "I want both of you to watch, because this is how you get the milk out without hurting me." Then she held the glass up to the overfull breast and with her thumb and forefinger, started to "milk" herself. The milk flowed pretty easily and made an impressive stream into the glass. She stopped and told Tom to stand behind her. When he did she had him reach over her shoulder and put his hand on her tit. "Now do it the way I showed you" she said. Tom was a little hesitant at first, but in a couple of minutes he was filling the glass with each caressing pinch.

I just stood there watching as my friend quite literally milked my wife. The milk was getting on his fingers that made them slick and slide easier on Julie's tit and nipple. As he did that she lay her head back on the chair, closed her eyes, and moaned softly with each stroke. 

I was transfixed by the scene in front of me. As I watched Tom filling the glass, I saw Julie's hand stray down to the crotch of her jeans. She began to rub her pussy through the denim, moving her hips and moaning as her excitement built. My cock felt like it was going to bust right out of my pants. I have no doubt that Tom's cock probably felt the same way, since he was also playing with her slick tit.

As Tom worked Julie's tit, and Julie worked her hand down into the front of her pants, the moans increased and the milk flow decreased. It finally stopped altogether, although neither Julie's moans nor Tom's nipple manipulation let up. But Julie finally broke the trance and said, "I think that side is empty." She looked over at me and said "I think the other one is yours."

I replaced Tom behind her chair. I felt sorry for the poor guy because he could barely walk as he tried to adjust and straighten his cock in his jeans. As he struggled Julie said "Poor guy. Do you need some help?" Tom said "sure" and walked over beside Julie. I kept caressing Julie's right nipple as Tom stood beside her chair. Julie told me to hold the glass, which I did. Then she reached over and undid Tom's belt and zipper, pulling the front of his jeans and underwear down. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out, taking some of the milk from her tit and stomach to lube up his shaft. Then, as I worked her right tit, Julie gave Tom a hand-job. 

I think he liked it.

I was having trouble getting much, if any, milk out of Julie's tit. I commented on that, and she said "Remember, that was is the one the baby used so there may not be as much there. We will probably have to use our imaginations to get some." I said okay and, with that, Julie stood up and, using Tom's cock like he was a pull toy, led us over to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. 

She told me to get on the kitchen side of the counter with the glass. Then Julie turned and pushed Tom's pants down around his ankles as she gave him a deep kiss. His hand went to her tit and she scolded him saying "No. Those are not for you." With that, she unfastened her jeans, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and pushed her jeans and panties to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them into the corner. Now she was completely naked.

Julie turned her back to Tom, leaned her arms on the counter and said to him "This is for you" as she stuck her naked ass out at him. Then she said to me "I think we will get the milk flowing again." She reached between her legs, grabbed Tom's cock and guided it to her pussy opening. Then she pushed her ass back a little, wiggling his cockhead back and forth to part her pussy lips before moving back again, onto Tom's cock. Tom grabbed her hips and pushed his hips forward, driving his cock into Julie's pussy.

Tom started pumping his cock in and out. Julie looked at me, lifted one hand off the counter and squeezed her right nipple, spraying me in the face with a fine mist of milk. Then she laughed and said "I think we have it going again." 

Boy did we.

I could tell the instant Julie came, not just from her scream, but from the fact that huge drops of milk seeped out of each nipple before falling to the counter, followed by another and another. I could just barely tug on her breasts and nipples and the milk absolutely streamed out. 

By the time Tom and I each were done fucking Julie that evening, I don't think there was a drop of milk left in either of her tits.  The nice thing about it was she could always produce more. All we had to do was give her a little time. 

And she did and we did.

Tom became a regular guest at our house. He would bring the steak and we supplied the milk. He was such a good friend that he even helped me out by taking over my milking chores if I was gone on business.

What a guy.



Nursing School Model



Sunday

I had just arrived home here in St. Louis after a three hour trip back from a visit to my son and his family and my balls were aching like hell. I'm George Edwards, a 58 year old self-employed mechanic with no health insurance in this damned recession. I figured a hot bath might help but it basically only made things worse and my balls were still aching.

With no health insurance I sure didn't want to spend the money going to the 24 hour minor emergency clinic around the corner and I wasn't particularly keen on presenting my problem to a perfect stranger either. After a couple of hours I finally decided to call my ex-wife, Laura, who works as an ER physician at one of the local hospitals. She was my second wife and 15 years my junior. We would still be married but her schedule of working four 12 hour days with three days off and my schedule as a mechanic just didn't mesh so we split after 3 years of marriage but we are still close and stay in touch almost daily. I still work on her car and keep it in top notch shape and she still feeds me a good meal every now and again.

I auto-dialed the hospital number on my cell. "Emergency Room," answered a sweet sounding voice. "May I speak with Dr. Edwards, please," I said. The voice on the other end of the line said, "Just a moment, please."

After a minute or two of being on hold Laura came on the line. "Dr. Edwards. May I help you?" she said matter-of-factly. "Laura, this is George. I need your help, I think." I replied

"What's the problem?" she asked and I told her about my aching balls. "I get off at 7:00 p.m. and I'll run by and check on you. I'll bring some things from here at the hospital and give you the once over. I know you still haven't been able to afford any health insurance so I'll save you a few bucks. In the meanwhile, put an ice bag on your scrotum. I'll see you in a bit." 

"Thanks, Laura. I'll see you later."

Sunday Afternoon

Dr. Laura Edwards had a daughter from a previous marriage, Emily Mason. Emily is a svelte blonde, 20 years old. She was just a teenager when Laura and George were married and lived with them but she had turned into a stunning woman.

Emily was studying to be an RN at the nearby community college. As it so happened, Emily was doing her hospital rotations and the same hospital where Laura worked and was on duty the same day.

"Emily. I need for you to gather some things together for me" said Dr. Edwards to her daughter. "George has some pain in his groin and I promised I'd drop by after work to check on him." "Sure, Mom, what do you need?"

"Let's see, I want to give him a complete physical so grab a stethoscope, a blood pressure monitor, a couple of disposable hypodermics, several specimen bottles, and put them in my medical bag." "Oh, and throw in a couple of the throw away enemas in case we need them."

"Sure, Mom." Emily replied. "Want me to go with you to see George? It might help me with my nursing program." "Sure." said Dr. Edwards.

Later that afternoon Emily was on break and was having a soda with a classmate, Alison Carpenter. Alison was having some trouble with her nursing courses and mentioned that fact to Emily. Alison told Emily that what she really needed was some "hands on" experience. "What time do you get off?" Emily asked. "Seven." came the reply. "Great. Mom and I are going by to do a quick physical on my ex-step-dad. Maybe you'd like to come along." "Sure thing. See you at 7:00 then."

Emily told Laura about her conversation with Alison and the wheels began to turn in Laura's head. She loved her daughter and was fond of all the students in the nursing class. Perhaps she could convince George to help out with the "teaching" part of her job by working with the students so they could gain some experience. Laura had lots of ideas for George.Sunday Evening

I was still lying on the couch with an ice bag on my groin at my apartment when Laura walked in. She still has her key from when we were married and I never thought to ask for it back. I was somewhat surprised when Emily followed her into the room along with a gorgeous redhead who was introduced to me as Alison Carpenter.

"Hi, George. Hope you don't mind that I brought Emily and Alison along with me. They are both in the nursing program at the hospital and I thought they might pick up a few pointers by coming along with me." Somewhat taken aback, I stuttered, "No, no, not at all." Geez, my ex-wife was one thing but two beautiful nursing students was something else.

Laura told me to go to the kitchen and have a seat at the table. She and the two nursing students were gabbing away as they scrubbed up at the kitchen sink and all three donned latex gloves. Finally Laura came over to where I was seated and opened her bag. The two lovely students stood back quietly observing.

"O.K. George. Take off your robe and let's have a look at you." Laura commanded. I whispered in Laura's ear that I hadn't put on any underwear after my bath and that I was a little embarrassed to be naked in front of my ex-stepdaughter and particularly her friend. "Don't be silly, George. I'm a doctor and these girls are nursing students. You don't have a thing that any of us have never seen. Out of the robe!" With the pain I was in I had no choice but to comply so off came the robe. In spite of the pain in my balls, my cock twitched as I removed my robe and stood naked in front of these three pretty women.

Laura first took my blood pressure what was good at 120/80. She had both girls repeat the procedure and both came up with 130/85. Laura thought they were doing it wrong since my BP shouldn't have differed from her reading but when she rechecked she came up with the same reading. "Looks like the girls have your pressure up." laughed Laura. "No problem, it's normal."

Laura had the girls take my temperature with an automatic thermometer. "Temp is normal." reported the girls and Laura made a note on her pad. Laura then checked my ears, eyes, nose and throat and let the girls go through the same routine. "No problems there." said my ex-wife.

All three women took a stethoscope and listened to my heart with Laura explaining to the girls what they were listening for. Again, no problems. The three women then went through the routine of tapping my back and listening again with their stethoscopes as they had me breathe in, hold, and exhale.

Laura then pulled out a hypodermic and drew a blood sample into two vials which she labeled and carefully placed into her medical bag. Needless to say she didn't have the girls repeat this procedure but she did have them observe closely as she drew my blood.

Laura had Emily go and get a clean quilt which she placed on the table. "Hop on the table, George," she told me and I followed her direction. Laura and the girls then pushed, prodded and probed my abdomen with Laura pointing out what they were feeling. The sensation of three sets of hands rubbing around on my body became increasingly arousing.

Finally Laura said, "Well, George, you seem to be in pretty good shape but I'll run blood tests tomorrow along with a couple of other samples and we'll see if you have an infection. Let's check your immediate problem now. Stand up."

All three women had seats in chairs as I stood naked before them. Laura sat in the middle with one student on each side. Laura had me stand in front of her as she took her gloved hands and gently palpated my balls. "I don't feel any problems, George." she said. Laura had each of the young students repeat the procedure of feeling my balls for abnormalities. I must have turned as red as a beet when my ex-stepdaughter took hold of my balls. While they were chatting away about the male anatomy my cock began to leak pre-cum. With a giggle, Alison asked Laura what caused it and Laura explained that it was a natural male reaction to their ministrations.

Laura said, "George, we have two or three more things to do and we will be finished for the evening. I'll run the tests at the hospital tomorrow and let you know the results."

"Girls, get a urine sample for me." said Laura. "Here is the container." I thought I would go to the bathroom to deliver the sample but I was sadly mistaken. Laura had me stand in front of the girls to urinate. Emily held the sample container and Alison took hold of my cock and directed it towards the opening at the top and asked, "Can you go, George?" With my half-erection and the pain in my balls it was an effort but I managed to fill the container which Laura again labeled and placed into her medical bag.

I started to put my robe back on but Laura said, "George, I have two more quick tests to run Girls, have George lay on his arms with his cute little rump in the air and give him two of the throw away enemas. We need to give him a good prostate massage and get our last sample–his semen." I thought I was going to die!

Alison placed the quilt on the floor while Emily prepared the enemas. I got on the quilt with my ass stuck up in the air and lay my head on my arms. With all dignity already gone I just wanted it to all be over. For the first enema Alison spread my ass checks and Emily inserted the enema tube into my rosebud. She squeezed the bottle until it was empty. While I felt full I was not uncomfortable. The girls then changed places and Emily spread my cheeks while Alison inserted the tube and squeezed out the contents. Laura made me stay in that position for five minutes until the solution began to work. She had the girls massage my aching belly while they talked about their patients from the day.

I was about to panic when Laura said, "Girls, take him to the bathroom and let him empty his bowels. Make sure that he stays on the toilet long enough to void all of the enema." Each girl took one of my hands and I almost dragged them to the bathroom to get rid of the bloating in my belly. They both stood beside me as I voided the enema. After a full five minutes they led me back to the kitchen for my final tests.

Laura was reading the society section of the local paper when we returned to the kitchen. She said, "George, just two more things and we will let you go to bed for the night. I'll have the results tomorrow. If you will, bend over the table with your chest flat on the table and your hands over your head." Laura then pulled up three chairs for her and the girls. They spread my ass apart and Laura lubed up her gloved hand and inserted two fingers into my rectum. She began to massage my prostate and commented, "I don't feel any problems." Each of the beautiful young students repeated the procedure. By this time my cock was leaking like a sieve. I was red faced when I turned around with my cock at half mast and all three women noticed but made no comment.

"Girls. The last thing for the night is a semen sample. Get one of the sterile containers and gently get us a sterile sample." I slumped into a chair and slid up so that my cock was accessible to the girls. They replaced their latex gloves and while Alison fondled my swollen balls my ex-stepdaughter, Emily, began slowly stroking my dick. In no time I was rock hard. What with Alison stroking my balls and beautiful Emily slowly pulling on my dick it did not take long for me to shoot ropes of cum into the vial that Alison was holding at the tip of my straining cock. Laura, who was watching intently as the girls worked their magic said, "My, George, that was quite a load. It certainly is sufficient for me to test for sperm count and any infections. I'll give you a call mid-afternoon tomorrow and let you know the results.:And away they went.

Exhausted, I looked at the clock and it was ten p.m. I immediately went to bed with thoughts of my ex-wife and student nurses dancing in my brain. My balls had quit their aching so I fell asleep immediately.

Sunday Night/Monday Morning

Dr. Laura Edwards hopped into her BMW and Emily joined her in the front seat while her friend Alison got into the back. "Well, girls, what do you think? Will George be of any help to you in your studies?' "You bet." the girls chorused. Emily said, "I was a little embarrassed at first since George was my step-dad but after awhile he became just another patient." Alison opined that George would be a great male patient for her and their friends to practice on.

Laura said, "Well, let me run the tests tomorrow and then I will get with George and let you know what he says. A live patient or standardized patient as they are called is certainly better than those stupid dummies that you have to practice on."

"I know all the girls in the class will be willing to participate. They might even ante up a little money if George is willing to help us out." said Alison. Emily agreed.

Alison decided to spend the night with Emily and her Mom that evening. After arriving home they discussed all of the different procedures that they could practice with George. It was all up to Laura to see if she could talk George into cooperating.

They all went to bed excited with the prospect of having George as a "patient" for the student nursing class.

The next morning Laura had George's blood work done and it came back perfect. Cholesterol was within normal levels, PSA normal, red and white blood counts normal–no infections. The urine sample also came back normal with no infections. The sperm sample was the only thing that concerned Laura; although George was 58 his sperm count was extremely high which meant that if he had unprotected sex with a fertile woman she was very likely to become pregnant and she knew George didn't want any more children, his own being in their 30's with children of their own. Her final diagnosis was that George was suffering from "blue balls" from the lack of sex since their divorce.

At lunch, Laura met with Emily and Alison and reported the test results including her diagnosis that George needed more relief. They were still excited about the prospect of having George available on call for practice procedures and quickly agreed that they and any of their classmates who elected to participate would help give George his needed relief on a regular basis.

Monday

I was at work Monday afternoon when the phone rang about 3:00 p.m. The caller ID told me Laura was calling from her cell phone.

"George?" "Yep," I replied. "How did the test results come out?" Laura hesitated before saying, "Fine. No problems. No infections or anything. I should have stayed married to you–you are in pretty good shape for a 58 year old."

"Then what is the problem, or I should say what was the problem with my balls?" I asked. Laura laughed and said, "You haven't been getting enough pussy, Old Man, but I have a proposition for you that may help you out on that count."

"What's the proposition?" I asked.

"You know that Emily is doing rotations here at the hospital for her nursing program. Alison is in the same program. They are able to practice female procedures on each other but they need a live male to help them out with the male procedures. Are you willing to help out?"

"What all would that entail?" I asked.

Laura said, "Well, Emily and Alison and perhaps some of the other students in their class would be able to come by your place anytime you are not busy and practice some of the things we did last night and some other procedures as well. I promise that I will be there to instruct them anytime they come by so you can be assured that you will not be injured or anything. In exchange they will make sure that you get enough relief so that you won't get the 'blue balls' that caused your ache over the week-end. If any of them decide to stay over after the instructions are over then that is between you and them."

"So what's the catch?" I responded.

"None," said Laura, "except that your sperm count is extremely high. I can't have one of these girls end up pregnant so you will have to agree to a vasectomy. Deal?"

The thought of a vasectomy at my age was not at all pleasant but then I really did know that I didn't want more children and the thought of all those nubile bodies practicing on mine outweighed my doubts. "Sure." I replied. "Where should I get it done?" 

Laura said, "Look, George, I'm a doctor fully qualified to do a simple vasectomy. I'll do it as a demonstration for the class. If you agree, I'll send over my exam table and some other things from when I was in private practice and we will set up a medical office in your spare bedroom. Say you will do it–for Emily and her friends. For the sake of science!"

I hesitated before saying, "O.K"

"Great!" said Laura. "I'll have the equipment delivered tomorrow and we can do it sometime this week. Goodnight, and thanks, George." 

Tuesday

The next afternoon at 5:30 a small moving van arrived at my apartment. The two guys knocked on my door and asked if I was George Edwards. I said that I was and they said they had a delivery.

First they brought in a electric gynecological exam table that looked like a normal doctor's exam table but it had stirrups, tilted, turned and could twist a patient into any position that the doctor desired. They also brought in a metal storage desk, lamps, rolling stools and everything else needed to make my empty spare bedroom into a real doctor's office. By the time they left, I thought, "God, what have I gotten myself into?"

I fell asleep dreaming of the pain and pleasure to come.

Wednesday

Laura called me from her cell phone. She was on her off day and said she was at the apartment setting up her new office. Laura told me not to come home too early because she wanted to surprise me with the new setting. I told her that I would stop by my favorite bar for a couple of beers before coming home and that she could expect me by 6:30 or 7:00 p.m. Unfortunately I stayed at the bar a little too long and ended up having to grab a taxi home.

When I arrived at the apartment I was a little surprised at the number of cars in the parking area but I just figured someone was having a party in the complex. Little did I know that the party was a surprise party for me!

As soon as I entered my apartment Laura knew that I had a little too much to drink but she laughed it off saying that I would not need any anesthetic tonight. When I went through the spare bedroom to go to the bathroom I was shocked and pleasantly surprised to see eight girls sitting and giggling in the new "Doctor's Office." I peed and came back to the "Office" where Laura was sitting on her rolling stool and the girls were lined up in two rows of four in folding chairs.

Laura announced that there would be no vasectomy demonstration tonight due to my condition but that they would take care of some of the preliminaries. Of course I knew Emily and Alison from Sunday night but I was introduced to Kimmie, Beth, Lisa, Elaine, Anna and Deb, all classmates of Emily and Alison. They were all wearing hospital scrubs but I could imagine what was beneath that nondescript clothing. 

Kimmie Anderson was Emily's age but appeared to be about 15. She had a girlish figure with small tits but she had an ass to die for. I had to wonder if her curly red hair was the same color that covered her pussy.

Beth Levine must have stood six feet tall. Her long brunette mane hung to the middle of her back. Beth's breasts were large and her hips wide. My mind said she would make a good breeder.

Lisa Smitherman was a cute little German export. She still spoke with an accent but it was clear that she had been in the States for years as her command of the English language was excellent. She was a little plump but not offensively so and I could just imagine her hands, mouth and pussy giving me my promised "relief" on occasion.

Now Elaine Black was a standout! Although she was still wearing scrubs she had apparently managed to go by her place as she had on a top that was cut off just below her breasts and the pants were cut off right at the crotch. She had a belly button piercing and a tatoo of an eagle across her back just above the waistline. I wondered if she had any other tats or piercings.




Nursing School Model



Anna Long, they told me, had been a stripper before she decided to go into a more promising career. She must have been 25 but still had the muscle tone of a pole dancer. I would have liked to have seen her dance! Maybe I will yet......

Deb Mason was yet another looker. She had been a cheerleader in high school and was a gymnast as well. All I wanted to do was see her do the splits.

With the introductions aside, I was left to wonder what these beautiful girls looked like underneath their scrubs but I figured that would be another day as I got to know each of them and they practiced their chosen profession on me and gave me my much needed relief.

Laura had set up her video camera on a tripod pointed at the exam table. She planned on recording all of our sessions in case any of the girls missed and also so they could review the procedures before their tests. She had extra exam lights set up so as to illuminate the area. She also had a second video camera that one of the girls could operate so as to obtain close-ups along with some disposable digital cameras.

Laura got the session going by turning on the camera and having me sit on the exam table. She went through the usual questions for a typical physical exam. All of the girls were sitting and taking notes. After the initial interview Laura had me remove my clothes which I placed on the chair in which I had been seated and resumed my seat, totally nude in front of these nine lovely women.

Since the girls could practice on each other, Laura skipped the ear, eye, nose and throat exams along with the blood pressure, blood test and abdominal exam and proceeded directly to the male genital exam. Since Laura now had her exam table she proceeded a little differently than she did with Emily and Alison on Sunday night.

I lay back on the table and extensions were pulled out for my arms. Straps were places around my wrists and biceps so that my arms were immobilized. Another strap was passed across my chest and around my waist. Lastly, my feet were placed into the stirrups and straps passed and buckled around my thighs and ankles placing me totally at their mercy.

The girls seemed fascinated by what Laura was doing. My cock was fascinated by what Laura was doing. The girls had left their seats and had gathered around the table to watch.

At the push of a button, my legs were spread to a 45 degree angle and my knees drawn up toward my chest. At the same time, the portion of the table supporting my lower body was retracted leaving my genital area totally exposed to the video camera and the gaze of the nine lovelies.

Laura had the girls, one by one, don latex gloves and come examine my balls and cock. Once each girl had done that Laura demonstrated a digital prostate examination. The girls were a little more apprehensive about an internal exam but all proceeded to don new gloves and seemed determined to troop on.

Beth was first with the prostate exam. Beth approached the end of the table slowly. She lubed her gloved hand with a water based lubricant and slowly slipped her middle finger into my anus. My cock began to harden as she began to massage my walnut shaped organ. As my sphincter began to loosen so did she. A sly grin appeared on her face as she slipped a second finger into my ass and she began to rub harder. I let out a little moan of pleasure; Laura noticed and called for the next examiner.

Elaine was next up. Elaine was painless as she slipped her finger in. She took up where Beth had left off and massaged my prostate for a minute or so before she reluctantly pulled out to give way to her fellow students.

Next came Emily, then Alison, Anna, Lisa, Deb. Each of the girls gave me a bit of a massage and each added to my excitement. Last came little Kimmie. Kimmie lubed up her glove as had all of the other girls but, being small, she put three fingers into my ass hole. She still couldn't reach my prostate so Laura suggested that she form her fingers and thumb into a duckbill and see if she could not get her whole hand into my rectum. With all the massaging from the other girls I had relaxed and was just enjoying the situation while dribbling precum by the bucket.

As Kimmie pushed her hand against my rectum I relaxed and all of a sudden she was wrist deep into my bowels. This got her small hand up as far as my prostate and she rubbed with excitement. The other girls were amazed and the camera was capturing it all. Laura realized that this would be a good time to let the girls give me some relief. While Kimmie was fisting my ass, Emily grabbed the spare video and did some close-up shots. A couple of the other girls took a few shots with the digitals Deb and Lisa stroked my balls while Laura demonstrated taking a semen sample catching my load in a vial for another prevasectomy sperm count.

I lay panting on the table while the girls and Laura compared notes. Being half drunk and totally spent I didn't care what these lovelies were planning for me next but I had to pee again and told Laura so.

Laura announced, "Girls, George has to urinate but, of course, he is strapped to my table and is immobile. Perhaps this would be a good time for me to demonstrate a male catheterization. Gather round." I groaned.

The girls gathered around the exam table as Laura unwrapped a sterile cath tube and bag. She cleaned my genital area and lubricated the tube with a sterile solution. Laura gently picked up my limp penis and slowly inserted the tube into my urethra. I was feeling no pain until she reached the neck of my bladder and slowly pushed the tube into my bladder and inflated the balloon. Instant relief! The girls wanted to try it but Laura said once a night was enough for my system. She deflated the balloon and slowly by body expelled the tube.

Laura decided that I had had enough for the night and that the girls needed time to absorb what they had learned. They only thing left was to prep me for the upcoming vasectomy. She asked the girls to draw straws for this task.

Anna and Lisa were the winners. Anna got a pair of scissors and trimmed my public hair as short as she could. Anna then took a hot towel and softened the remaining stubble of hair. She applied shaving cream all over my pubic area and Lisa took a straight razor and, to my surprise, expertly shaved all of the remaining stubble of hair from my penis and scrotum. My dick looked like that of a 4 year old after Anna wiped the remaining cream from my crotch.

Laura decided that I needed some more "relief" before calling it a night so she called for volunteers. All of the girls raised their hands. I didn't think I could an erection after all I had been through so Laura called for two more volunteers, on to expose their breasts and one to expose their pussies so that I would have some visual stimulation. Again, all of the girls raised their hands. Wow!

Eventually it was decided that since Emily and Alison had taken a sample earlier they would be the exposees and Lisa and Elaine would work to give me my relief. Emily talked Alison into letting her show me her tits since she was my ex-stepdaughter and Alison would show me her pussy.

Emily was first. She pulled the scrub top over her head revealing beautiful tits. She came and sat in a chair next to the head of the exam table. I turned my head towards her and her nipples were clearly hard so I knew she was excited by the evening. Alison slipped out of her scrubs bottoms and straddled my chest. I could see the juices were flowing from her vagina so I knew she was excited as well. If only I could get my tongue on those breasts or on that clit. Just the sights and smells made my dick recover, though.

Lisa and Elaine took their positions at the other end of the table. Elaine was on Laura's rolling stool and immediately took my balls into her mouth rolling them around with her tongue. Lisa took my cock into her mouth and began sucking. So much for the medical procedures. I had tits and a pussy within inches of my mouth and two mouths sucking on my balls and on my dick. I came again in buckets. Lisa swallowed my cum and took a bow to the cheers of all the other girls.

While Laura unbuckled me from the table Emily and Alison got their scrubs straightened out and Lisa and Elaine cleaned up.

As Laura and the girls were leaving I stumbled to bed. Laura told me to behave the next day as the vasectomy demonstration was on tap for the evening.

Thursday

I woke up Thursday morning with a bit of throbbing in my temple from the beer the night before. I also had a knot in my stomach from Laura's promise of what was in store for the evening.

I spent the day absorbed in my work and trying to keep my mind off of what was going to happen when I got home. I spent the whole day working on a good customer's antique MG-TB. It is a classic but it takes TLC to keep it running. I'm a good mechanic and do good work but this guy's car is in my shop at least one day a month just to keep everything in adjustment.

At 5:00 p.m. sharp I had had enough with the MG and decided to head home. Laura had told me to behave so I headed to the house. Upon arriving I saw Laura's BMW so I knew everyone was already there. I was really getting apprehensive about the procedure but went on into the apartment.

Laura and the girls were sitting around the kitchen table sipping sodas and munching on chips when I arrived. Tonight, though, they had brought the one male nursing student in the class, a slight skinny guy that I would have figured to be gay if I saw him on the street. He was introduced to me as Walter Chaney, a wimp if I ever saw one. His handshake was like a cold fish and he seemed painfully shy. They told me that he had been turned down to medical school and had decided on nursing instead.

Laura noticed that I was nervous and allowed me to have one Scotch and water. While I relaxed in my recliner and caught the evening news Laura and her students went to the "Doctor's Office" to set up for the procedure.

After about fifteen minutes Emily came into the living room and announced, "George, we are ready for you now." I got up and followed her back to the surgery.

Laura and the students were waiting for me. The digital video was set up and the lights were all on. I almost felt like it was a movie set the way they had things arranged and, I guess, to a degree it was since they were filming everything that went on.

Laura again had me completely undress which was a little more uncomfortable than before what with the wimp Walter present. I don't mind changing at the gym or showering with guys after a golf game but the whole point of this exercise was my cock and scrotum.

After I was strapped onto the table as before, Laura announced that she needed on last semen sample for prevasectomy comparison. She also told the class that the vasectomy could be more comfortable for me if I had no sexual drive during the procedure. Laura told her nursing students that she would demonstrate another method of obtaining a sample.

Laura reached into her medical bag and pulled out a metal box about the size of a bedside alarm clock. I was intrigued. The box had some switches, dials and gauges on it. She reached back into her bag and retrieved two wires with different type ends on each. One wire had a long silver tube on one end; she plugged this into one of the connectors on the metal box. She lubed the silver tube and gently slipped it into my ass. The other wire was plugged into the box and the end was a figure 8 which she placed around the base of my cock and around the top of my ball sack. Comfortable enough, I thought.

After Laura had attached me to her mystical machine, she explained to her wards that she had connected me to an electro stimulation device which could be used for fun but that it had medical uses such as obtaining sperm from someone with spinal injuries since it stimulated involuntary muscles.

Laura flipped the ON switch with all settings on low but I could feel a tingle in my prostate, my balls and my cock. It was not a painful tingle and was even pleasant. I closed my eyes and let Laura continue her demonstration. As she twiddled with the dials I could feel the tingling become more intense and even more pleasurable. By changing the settings Laura come bring me to the brink of cumming and shooting my load or she could slow things down and let me come back down to a pleasant sensation. After a bit I heard her tell wimpy Walter to bring a sample container and catch my cum. I knew then that I was totally under her control and under the control of her electric box. When Walter touched my cock I cringed as only women and my doctor had ever touched by dick. Laura then turned the machine up to maximum stimulation and I came at her command. 

The Vasectomy

Spent, I lay on the table still with my eyes closed. Laura gave me an IV sedative–not something to knock me out but just to make me relax. As she gave the sedative time to take effect I could hear the student nurses discussing the electric box and the upcoming demonstration. I just lay back and listened in my dreamy state.

I felt someone take hold of my now flaccid cock and tape it to my belly. I felt other hands wiping my shaved scrotum with a sterile solution. The next sensation I felt was the application of a topical anesthetic on each side of my scrotum. After a couple of minutes I felt hands grasping my ball sac and then a prick on the right side and then the left as Laura injected an anesthetic before actually cutting into my sac.

Laura was explaining to her students that she would first take a scalpel and make a small incision on the right side of my sac just large enough for her to reach in with a small hook and retrieve my vas deferens. She then tied the vas deferens of in two places with a permanent surgical tie. Laura then clipped the vas in the middle and tied the two ends back over themselves behind the first tie. Laura told the class that this was the most reliable type of vasectomy although it was the hardest to reverse. She then made two quick stitches to sew up her incision. Honestly, I felt no pain whatsoever during the surgery–just some tugging that was not at all painful.

For the left side, Laura asked if there were any volunteers to repeat what the students had just watched. Walter was the only volunteer. Even in my dreamy state I really didn't want that guy messing with my family jewels but I was too relaxed to protest. Walter would probably be a pretty good doctor because he repeated the procedure on the left side almost as deftly as Laura.

They cleaned me with another generous dousing of the sterile solution and small bandages were placed on either side of my sac. I was unstrapped from the table and led to bed with instructions to apply ice in case of paid and to refrain from any sexual activity for a couple of days and before the post vasectomy sperm count came back. I was also told to take Friday and the week-end off. As I drifted off to sleep I heard the students decide that Walter should keep watch over me for the night since I certainly did not need any sexual stimulation for a few days. I wafted off to sleep thinking of all the pretty women who had just witnessed my ability to father a child be cut. I also thought about the promise of relief from the "Blue Balls" that the procedure promised.

PERHAPS TO BE CONTINUED.