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Naughty Nun

By: stoneypoint



In a small United States controlled province called Cascadian is a little known operated Christian University. It is called St. Decapolis. This university exists on a plantation that educates dedicated individuals who seek to fulfill lifelong goals of either becoming a minister, Servants of Dogma (the equivalence of a nun), or a missionary. 

The unique campus setting has been run by Dogma nuns for the last 95 years. As a religious based college soaked heavily in prayer, masses, and other institutional traditions its population consists of 5,000 students. 60% are women and 40% are male students.

St. Decapolis was founded on a deep seated faith that humanity must give of themselves to the less fortunate individuals and organizations of this world. Mainly a Liberal Arts college, it is an accredited university that has the highest standards. It is extremely difficult to become enrolled in their programs.

This university isn't open for everyone and it isn't for everyone. Students have to show and prove that they come to serve under the principles and guidelines of its motto. They are stringent guidelines and have the highest expectations of any Christian based university. 

In 1996, an unlikely phenomenon occurred that never happened in the history of that educational institution. One teacher broke the number one standard of the moral codes. That teacher unfortunately became personally involved with a struggling student.

After months and months of investigation, the accounts have been told in a series of articles and eventually were written into a book for those who didn't read the articles. 

75% of the teaching staff at the University of St. Decapolis consists of the Dogmatic Sisters. One of those nuns was personally 'violated' as reports went by a misguided student that became overwhelmed by her presence, personality, and 'attractive' appearance. In his own belief and growing thoughts, that student derived mushrooming impractical ideas he created for himself about the Dogmatic nun.

Having one of the toughest curriculums in the entire world in Liberal Arts, the young man struggled his first two years and finally sought out help in his third year. Having an undergraduate degree in Business Communications in less then three years from a small college in the Midwest, this student felt a calling to missionaries.

"Mr. Chapman, I appreciate that you've come out and admitted you've struggled with this class. It's time you and I go over these economics principles so that you are able to graduate after next year" said Sister Ann. "This is of the utmost importance that you understand."

"Yes, yes I know" Jeff Chapman replied. He always acted as if he understood. He always felt as if that was his best line of offense or defense. "Okay I'm ready Sister."

He sat in front of the desk as she read over material and asked him his understanding and definitions. He'd listen, look at the book, and every so often peek at her and her upper body to see if there was any definition through her large nondescript sweater she wore.

If a nun was not in her assigned habit, which always was a safe line of defense against undesirable thoughts and bad ideas, it was safe to wear something along the lines that Sister Ann wore. The drawback was that it was an ungodly hot climate on this southern plantation. Hence the sweaters were thin but large in nature. They covered up any physical aspects of a nun's body to preserve ideas that could be decadently misconstrued.

"Now Jeff, will you to write down the six principles I read to you and I want the definitions written below them." She wasn't stern in her request at least not in her opinion and he never once took it that way. "Once you complete it, give me a synopsis of each please."

Trying to concentrate on her request, all he saw was a woman, 6 to 7 years older then him he believed but in reality she was only a couple of years his senior. Jeff was 26 when he was accepted and Sr. Ann was only 29.

She appeared to be older due to how she kept herself. Never wearing any makeup, and with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her only gift physically was her soft light brown eyes. However those eyes were windows to her 'soul' he always idealized.

Scared he would make a mistake as he looked at the pretty nun who never wore anything but flats as shoes, always wore long skirts down below her knees she only endorsed a conservative moral life. He looked and looked for signs of physical beauty while working at the black board behind her.

All along Jeff felt a compelling attraction to her and as he felt that, he also felt guilty that he did. He'd go to church, kneel and pray for guidance, but felt he didn't come away with an answer to his dilemma.

He knew she was the one he desired. He knew it was not right to be attracted to a nun of the Dogmatic order. A man doesn't become attractive to this ultra conservative group. They just don't. There isn't anything in the orders behavior which would substantiate immoral ideas or anything else that could substantiate amoral thoughts of Christians in the Dogma religion.

It was somehow different with Jeff Campbell. Jeff, even though he came from a fine Midwestern upbringing and even though he went to church himself when he was an undergraduate, he always went to church services to absolve himself of impure thoughts.

But at the black board while getting some help after class, his head turned around frequently. He looked over Sister Ann's shoulder and see if there was any sign of her thin slender figure and pert breasts distinguishable inside of that large sweater that surrounded her collar.

Everything was covered up he surmised with disappointment but that was for the best he also thought. "I mustn't think these impure thoughts. She is like a married woman and married to the Dogma." Nothing he wished he could see was considered physically improper for a Dogmatic nun.

He was confused. He suffered and knew he felt something for her. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Nothing else mattered because Jeff Campbell liked her. She was nice. She was pretty even without makeup and fashionable clothing. Her hair, although always pulled into a bun while teaching was always clean and shiny. Her cheeks were sharp and expressive to him. She had great teeth. She had a smile that was even more impressive to him. He even defined her lips as not to full, but perfectly curvaceous. They were modest and eye-catching. "I'd kiss them any old day", he said often. 

He thought to himself almost every evening when he was alone in his dorm, "I like her. She is beautiful. I wish I could have coffee with her or something."

Once he had told a couple of guys and another girl and all of them thought he was crazy. But he only mentioned it in passing as a fleeting thought. They never suspected a thing.

These were ongoing sessions with Sister Ann. He became increasingly enthralled with the idea he could 'seduce' her somehow and have his way with her romantically; but only if she agreed to be involved to some degree or another.

If he failed in an attempt to become intimate with Sr. Ann then his time there was done. He figured if he failed in an attempt to show his feelings and she rejected him, he would immediately be removed from the school and the grounds of course too. What would happen to her as well? Would her teaching be limited? Would her access privileges be removed? Those were questions that didn't matter but could result in an excommunication from the Dogmatic order.

The session ended again and a burning desire to be close to her grew immensely. He thought his opportunities were becoming less and less. He felt that he became more and more timid after each session ended. She was clueless but she always liked Jeff Campbell as a student and showed respect for him. She was amiable towards him, but she did that with many of the students. There was warmth to her nature that he interpreted as a special friendship. She didn't give him any special attention. 

Standing behind her, she read on or wrote concepts on a tablet of paper. Minding her own business, he continued to look around and down at her. He was consumed by her simple beauty. He hoped she'd succumb to intimate, desirable, or even a sexually oriented interaction with him. He was almost sure she would.

Knowing there was no way to hold them by going inside of her large conservative sweater, he put his chalk down, took a deep breath, turned around, looked at her from the back, and started to reach down towards her shoulders as if he was going to massage them.

Suddenly he stopped and quickly pulled back, grabbed the chalk, and looked at her to ask a question. A fire grew and energy rushed even harder as he craved touching her small lively breasts, as he figured them to be, and energizing her. Not that day he wouldn't do it unless he developed the guts to follow his desire but next time he would said to himself; "Next time I won't back down."

Turning around, she asked "Is everything alright Jeffery? You seem as if you are distracted. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, umm yes I am okay; I just was thinking about something, ummm personal that popped up in my mind and I am trying to rid myself of the thought Sister."

"Need I ask what it was? Should I talk further of it Jeffery or is it along the lines of school?" She appeared to be worried that she was losing his attention. She did want to know what was on his mind, but if something immoral were passing through it she wanted to at all cost avoid that and reassure him that prayer was the answer to all demonic ideas, including sexual persuasive ones.

Jeffery was a handsome man. She saw his beauty, but thanks to prayer, she avoided any pitfalls. He was a fine looking young man. He had ideal appearance as a young man. Ocean blue eyes, short, light brown wavy hair that highlighted is great cheekbones. He didn't seem to fit in like many others there. He seemed as if he could be a California boy, but he wasn't at all. 

A smile when he was in a good mood, which was often, brought out his charm. He never worked at his upper body that was chiseled, it simply was a gift he was given. An athlete in days gone by, he was ripped from head to toe but at that college it wasn't a factor. He wasn't defined by his physique. He was defined by his intelligence.

The next day came, class ended, and he had no other classes that day. Holiday was that weekend and most students would participate in plantation wide activities that invited the public. Last minute meetings would begin in about three hours. Sister Ann was a chairperson for one of those activities.

Going over the work including that day's class instruction as well as quickly reviewing previous days work, Jeff was up to speed. He was considering his feelings he had and all the other distractions that made him extremely proud of his accomplishments. She was happy for him too and glad he got his grades up or at least a better understanding of everything.

"I'm so impressed Jeffery. You should be very proud of yourself" Sister Ann proudly exclaimed. Beaming with pride for him, she felt as if a light hug was in order but restricted herself from one. 

"Anyways, he isn't a little boy anymore" she told herself. "No he sure isn't that and it shows" she further thought. She knew she had to dissolve those ideas quickly.

Jeff was standing at the board while she finished notes and their backs to each other that burning voracious feeling crept within him, growing and exploding and he knew what he felt. He knew what he craved. He knew how much he wanted to 'be' with her. Those thoughts overwhelmed him. The ideas controlled him. "No, nobody does something such as that with a nun, nobody does that" he tried to tell himself. His logic was failing him. He liked her. He saw her beauty. "No, she is a nun" he tried telling himself over and over.

The hours he spent with her learning over and over made him develop immoral ideas. Why or how could a man his age get ideas like that about a nun? He couldn't figure it out. All he knew was she was attractive in her own way and the demeanor which she presented herself made him perceive it as if she secretly desired something. He was wrong.

He turned, she was still writing, and seeing as that day she was in her habit, it did not deter him any longer that despite that fact, he wanted to feel her. He wanted to slowly creep up behind her, lean over, and simply slide his gentle hands down the front of her and grasp her breasts cautiously. He wanted to let her know that he found her exceedingly attractive. He wanted to show her how beautiful she was. It was important that she knew how he felt towards the pretty nun.

Sr. Ann never saw anything coming. Oblivious to his intentions, she was startled when it occurred. Turning around, Jeff looked down at her. He swallowed hard as if a guy doing something unspeakable, which was exactly what he did, for the very first time. Close enough to breathe on her so that she felt his breath, he quickly leaned over but gently laid his hands to rest just below her shoulders and far enough above her chirpy breasts. 

Just as he began to slip his hands south as well, Sister Ann pushed her chair to the right, screamed out in a disparaging surprise, she shouted "Jeffery Campbell what are you doing? Jeffery, Jeffery how could you do something as immoral and unethical and sinful against the Dogmatic motto? I am, oh Jeffery, I am, oh I'm so, so at a loss for words Mr. Campbell. How can you do such a thing" she screamed. 

Still searching for words, she didn't cry she only dropped to her knees to pray to her Dogmatic Savior. Reciting verse after verse he saw the error of his ways, stood in disbelief, and knew that day was his last day. He had violated her. He had violated the basic Dogmatic Principles which were established decades ago. Tomorrow he'd be on a plane back to the continental United States. He lost his vision and he failed himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said remorsefully. His head dropped knowing he did wrong. He walked out and didn't even take anything with him. 

Forgetting that he left his treasured notebook, handheld, and other important items in his book bag, Jeff Campbell walked towards his dorm room and began to pack.

The dorms had emptied out. Nobody was around. Not a soul was there in the building. He checked to see if any of his close friends were in and the registrar showed everyone signed out for the weekend. He was in despair. 

"Oh my, how could I have done such an immoral thing? I am going to be punished. I will be spiritually tortured now." He stopped halfway that he was packing up, left his room, and headed towards the church to pray. That became important. Two hours later he emerged from the church, headed back sorrowfully, and began packing more. With boxes full of almost everything, a friend Tanya walked past his room.

"Jeff, why are you packing? What's going on Jeff? Are you dropping out or leaving school? Please don't leave Jeff. I know I don't want you to leave."

"Umm, I have to Tanya. I can't tell you why, but I have to."

She had to know why. She really liked him a lot. He had some different ideas and thoughts but she adored him. She was 22 and found him to be one of the coolest, nicest, and of course finest dudes around. But she liked him very, very much.

"Jeffy, Jeffy as she always called him, I need to know why. You owe me that don't you?"

"I guess I do Tonny, his pet name for her, but this time I can't. I can't tell you what I did."

"Jeff, what did you do? Who is it Jeff? Did you go against the principles of the University Jeffy? What student, what girl or who did something happen with?"

"Tanya, please you know I like you. We're good friends. We both know it. Right now I uhhhh, can't tell you what I did. It's that bad Tonny!"

"Oh my Savior, I don't think I want to know, Do I Jeffy? Will I ever know? Someday will you tell me Jeff?"

"I will Tonny, I will. I promise you I will. I have to get ready to leave. Oh darn, I left my bag in the classroom."

"I'll get it for you", said Tanya. She pleaded with him to help him out. She knew something horrible happened and as a friend wanted to console him. "I'll go and get it. What room Jeff?"

Not thinking he said okay and she ran off and retrieved it. When she got there, Sister Ann was at her desk, head down and praying aloud but softly. 

Sister Ann looked up saw Tanya greeted her with a set of eyes that expressed grief and sadness. Tanya saw them and started to deduce what may have happened. She said hi, smiled but left and said goodbye.

She didn't say a word. Tanya was frighteningly worried because she suspected that Jeff violated Sister Ann. "He violated her, no not Jeffy. Jeffy wouldn't do that, not my Jeffy."

Arriving at his room, she gave him his bag. A concerned look appeared in front of him. She was about to ask when he said, "Tonny do not ask me what happened. I am not going to tell you. I am sure I will be permanently suspended and will receive notice tomorrow morning. I can't and won't talk about it."

"Jeffy, I know what you did. You touched her didn't you? It's pretty evident that you did. Like me Jeffy, she is a woman, maybe older but she is a woman. We have feelings Jeffy, but she has a conviction to the Dogma. You can't violate that. That is sinful Jeffy."

Without thinking, he let it slip in a manner of speaking, "I know, I know Tanya." Then he realized it. They talked for a while. Tanya blew her friends off. She sat in the locked dorm room with Jeff.

"It's just that being here, I don't know, but being here on this place I got confused Tonny; I lost my rationale and let things go askew. I found myself attracted to her."

"Jeffy, do you like me" Tanya asked. "Do you like Sister Ann still? I mean the way you did earlier?"

"Yeah I like you Tonny. You're a buddy, you are a good friend."

"Nooo, Jeffy not like that. I mean do you like me more then a friend?" She looked at him with puppy dog eyes and a smile like she wanted to flirt with him.

"Oh wow, Tanya umm yeah I guess I've thought about you like that. But I guess I've always thought you never thought about me like that. Plus I'm what, 4 years older, so I kind of figured you umm never would be interested in me. I mean like never Tonny."

"Jeffy, Jeffy, Jeffy what you don't know about me, oh I could take weeks, sort of, and tell you things about me."

"What do you mean by that Tonny? What are you, an online closet porn queen?"

"Hehehe, nah not a chance, I'm just trying to say Jeff that I like you a lot. I've always liked you a lot, but you've never noticed."

"No shit Tanya? I always wondered I guess. There was something that clicked in the back of my mind to be honest, but as dumb as I guess I am, I didn't put two and two together."

"Umm Jeffy that's okay, it really is. So tell me do I get to kiss you? Oh and I wanna know about your feelings for Sister Ann too. I mean, that does sound juicier then hell."

"Tonny, you should know better then to swear."

"Oh who gives a flying you know what?"

"Hahahahaha, you are funny. That's what I do like about you Tonny you do throw caution to the wind, don't you?"

"Well yeah I do, but what about you Jeffy, hell look who's hitting on a nun? Like get outta town Jeffy, she's a nun for Saviors Sake!"

He looked at her with remorse. He didn't feel good at all about what happened because it back-fired big time in his face. He felt the wrath of the Savior would come to pay him back him for bad judgment and immoral behavior.

"Awww Jeffy, Jeffy it is going to be alright. It will be okay Jeffy. I just know it will. Trust me Jeff I know it's all going to be okay. So when are you going to tell me what happened?"

She gave him a hug and whispered in his ear. After whispering his eyes lit up like flashlights in a dark room. He couldn't believe what she just asked him.


Naughty Nun



"No way Tonny do you mean that? You do that to, uhhh to me? Come on we can't do that here can we? Well I mean we should at least leave the plantation shouldn't we?"

"Tell you what Jeffy I wanna show you something secret that I have. Let's go to my room."

"Hahahaha, I know, I know as he quieted his voice, you've got those and that" as he pointed to her two melon size goddesses and her Garden of Eden.

"Hehehe, she laughed silently, aren't you cute. First though, when we get there you are going to tell me what happened and then I'm going to show you something."

Not much actually happened, but she did want to go down on Jeff. She was horny and it built up and up. She wanted sex. She wanted an orgasm. She didn't care, but preferred it with Jeff if she was given a chance. However as bad as he felt, he was preoccupied with a situation he put himself in earlier and she wanted to know what happened.

She figured she could break him down and get the whole story if she could get in his slacks. If she could do what she fantasized with an incredible ability to tangle her tongue up, down, around, and consume it entirely and down her digestive passageway?

She wasn't triumphant. She would be she figured soon enough. She listened and although she did listen she thought he would. Not once did he give any indication what had happened that put him in his devastated mood.

He didn't break down. She was getting hornier and hornier... and hornier. "God Damn, she pleaded, Jeffy I am horny, and I wanna give you a blow job. I want you to lick me out too. I want you to do me Jeffy!" She wasn't as desperate as it sounded, but he knew she was though she pleaded with him.

He sat straight up. He looked at her in surprise. At first he wanted to tongue fuck her. He wanted her to tongue fuck him back, but he was also too preoccupied by his idiocy!

"I'm sorry Tonny. I mean I, I uhhh wanna, uhhh I would but, ohh god for us to do that? I didn't think we were uhh like that Tonny. You know what I'm trying to tell ya, don't ya?"

"Then Jeffy I'm just gonna hafta do this myself right here in front of ya. You can watch and see how a girl does herself, right?" She giggled and slipped her hand down her shorts. 

He watched but got horny as his penis became hard. She played and smiled, but slowly it went away as she became more aroused. She became hornier and wetter and her eyes would roll and she would moan often on top of it all.

All that got him horny. He was turned on as she couldn't stop herself. He wanted to hold himself. He wanted to grab himself, pull it out, and jerk himself off and he didn't care if his best friend, Tanya watched him do it.

She did get him so turned on he grabbed his sheathed cock and jerked it a few times, but stopped. "Oh I can't do this Tanya."

"Why not, that was super cool Jeffy."

"Noooo I, I, I really can't Tonny. I wanna, but, uhh I can't." Then he started to literally cry a little.

She abruptly stopped fingering herself, scooted up to him and deeply empathized with him for whatever he did. "Awww honey, don't cry, whatever happened can be rectified. I have another friend and she's fixed a few things for some of us. Don't cry Jeffy. You're way too old for that."

"I know I know Tonny; god you are great, do you know that?" They hugged and he felt her boobs when they did. He felt like touching them but didn't.

But she grabbed inside of his short outside his underwear, holding his semi limp cock and clamped it tightly. He looked up, smiled but pulled her hand off it, kissed it and said, "Ohhh Tonny please can I take a rain check?"

She felt bad, said yes, but told him he has to guarantee his rain check. She hugged him, kissed his cheek, and he got up and left. She went back and finished masturbating for the umpteenth time that month.

Back at his room, Jeff relented over his earlier actions but also thought how cool it was that Tanya felt about him too. However, his overwhelming emotions had the best of him. Sister Ann was going to report him soon and he would be called in, and permanently excused from the program he was enrolled in. He would be provided bussing service with all his belongings in tow, and shipped back home.

Jeff wouldn't sleep. Morning came and he arose, showered, and awaited word from council. He expected them to convene shortly after 11:00 that morning. He had a snack, instead of breakfast in the great all in his own room. Tanya figured he was feeling crappy and that's why he didn't show up.

Either way, women were not permitted to sit with the men. It was a guideline of the Dogmatic run school. At the head table with numerous other nuns was Sister Ann. She ate quickly and ran.

She never reported anything. She filed a false report, that wasn't turned in. She sent a false notice to Jeff's room, demanding his presence at the off campus board room due to it was a private meeting, if something of this seriousness occurred.

All alone and waiting at 1:00pm, she sat in skivvies as opposed to her habit. She wasn't wearing flats. She did wear a sweater, but it was someone else's that happened to be a smaller size, so it appeared more flattering on her as in much more flattering and defining on her.

Wearing black slacks from that person's closet, her buttocks were more noticeable and as a whole, she looked in pretty good shape as a woman might appear to a man. She was apprehensive. She maintained a cool and collected presence so she thought. Sister Ann changed after arriving at the board room.

Locking the door earlier, she heard the knock. She didn't answer. The knock was louder and longer. Finally she called out, "One moment please. Who is at the entrance?"

"Jeffery Campbell", said the male voice. "Am I to await my turn? Am I too early?"

"No Mr. Campbell, I'll be there in a moment." 

She was nervous. She began to doubt herself somewhat. However she knew what she desired and she put on the two final touches consisting of a bit of makeup highlighting an encouraging beauty she hoped existed and a touch of scented spray she once found in a hallway in school.

Finally she unlocked the door, he walked in, and she locked it instantly behind him. He smelled the scent in the air immediately and took notice. Smelling the air often he enjoyed the aroma. It was clear and his eyes illustrated his approval. 

Without smiling, she was pleased. Then he looked at her, but remorsefully until he noticed her makeup, clothing, and the sharpness of her body. "That isn't the way a nun is supposed to dress", he thought. "I mean, wow, she's uhh well got a hott body for a nun. Look at her. Oh my savior I'm about to say it, I mean, look at them, she actually has great looking tits! Then he saw the slacks she had on, which were showing off her fine tighter shaped ass. His eyes burst open. He couldn't believe it and seeing she wore low pumps, which no nun ever wore was sending him unusual signals.

"What is wrong Jeffery? What is wrong Mr. Campbell? Would you like to tell me something? Don't you have a few things to tell me first off?"

"Umm no Sister, except that I want to apologize from the very bottom of my heart. I have sinned so badly, I've broken guidelines, beliefs, dogmatic principles, and I feel horrible. I prayed for forgiveness and I don't know how many times I prayed too. I am sorry, sorry, sorry Sister."

"I am not going to report this. I find that you have made me think about some unusual ideas and I am happy to say that this is only a warning. I know how important this study program is to you, so it's in my belief that you and I keep an understanding. If you ever do that publicly, regardless if someone else is around or not, you will be permanently suspended. Do I make myself absolutely clear?"

"Yes Sister, Yes you have. Again, I am very sorry and I apologize."

"I do understand how something like that might occur. You and I are closer in age aren't we? Maybe you didn't realize it. Seeing as that is the case, I guess I can understand some emotional connection that even though it is misguided it could exist between you and me. I thought long and hard as well as prayed hard for an understanding why I was approached. I had feelings afterwards, which I wasn't proud of Jeff. I initially felt ashamed. But soon enough I understood your intentions. Although, you felt you had feelings for me, I wasn't sure I should have been violated. However I was and it happened. I want you to do one thing as a result of all of this."

"What is that", he asked with deep sorrow and curiosity.

She stepped up close to him, smiled, but held both of his hands. "So you feel that I am that attractive as a woman. Even though I am a nun, that didn't have any such bearing on you Jeffery?

He had no idea what she was up to and no idea how to respond to her.

"Then Jeffery, if you feel that strongly about what it was your feelings were telling you, then please, please do that exact same thing to me. I saw the way your face lit up when you walked in here at first. I want you to show me those inner emotions Jeffery."

He was as hesitant as all get out. He felt remorseful and said to himself he wouldn't ever do that again. But she was coercing him to re-think his position and see if he still found her attractive and alluring.

"Jeffery, touch my breasts please. I am not goin to hurt you. I am not goin to report this. I have put this all in writing, notarized it, and signed it. The notary public is a friend. She was a student and agreed to this under a few stipulations. So everything is on the up and up, sort of. Please Jeffery, do me the favor, the pleasure, and yourself the dignity, and touch these breasts."

He felt embarrassed, but he felt a commitment to make everything better between them. She lifted his hands, and he pulled them out of her hands and simply but gently held her breasts in his palms.

An instant smile appeared on her. Her eyes lit up with jubilance. She felt a glorious and exalted rush of emotion travel at a high rate of speed inside. She dropped to her knees, scaring him to death. She looked up with great happiness. She raised her hands, sliding them across his stomach and down the sides of his legs. He raised her up underneath her armpits and asked her, "What the heck is going on Sister?"

"As you know Jeff, I have one quarter to go before I become a full fledged Sister. After this quarter, I make a commitment, which up until yesterday afternoon, I was ninety-nine percent sure I was going to go that route. I am almost absolutely sure I will become a full fledged nun."

He was floored. He knew where she was heading with it all. He was her deciding factor. He didn't want that. He just felt a unique attraction for her for some odd and sensational reason. He didn't want himself to be the determining reason why or why she'd go on to fulfill the Saviors will.

"Make love to me Jeffery. I do not know what that is like. I have never known that feeling. As you probably do know, I am 29 and you Jeff are 26, right? I have been true to myself and am a virgin. Does that make you feel any different Jeffery? I have so many things I want to tell someone and I can't tell the rest of my sisters here. I can't, will you please spend one day with me and make love to me and let me tell you what I feel inside?"

He paused for a long time, confused and not sure why he would say yes, but something forced the words out of his mouth. "It would be the greatest honor and the greatest pleasure to be intimate with you Sister Ann."

"Ann isn't my real name, Jeffery. My real name is Myra. I've always loved that name. Call me that in private please. I would love it if you would call me that confidentially. Also, may I kiss you Jeffery? I have never kissed a man at least not in a romantic sense."

"Umm, where are you and I supposed to umm well you know what I mean."

"I will let you know shortly. Is later today soon enough Jeffery?"

"Oh uhhh yes, sure yes Myra. What should I bring?"

Well I would like to be naked so only a change of clothes. Is being completely naked Jeffery okay with you? You are okay with being naked with a nun aren't you" she asked innocently.

She was excited as hell. She asked if she could kiss him again, he said yes, they kissed and he turned her on big time. He did one other thing for good measure. He squeezed her ass and told her it was sexy as hell.

As a woman, but a virgin too, she was giddy. She lost her composure. She didn't break down and giggle or laugh, but inside she was shedding tears and joy abound her body. Chemical reactions slithered swiftly into her Garden and she never felt such excited fear like she felt at that moment.

A man, close in age was going to rid her of that 'tag' she carried deep inside. No longer would she be considered a virgin. Pulsating as rapidly as the Mississippi river runs hard in a storm, her vaginal tract emitted electrifying signals that she could not control.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy, ooohh yess, she let slip. But the way her anxious feelings discharged from her orally was the exact same way she seeped in her uterus. She was not in control of anything. She wasn't experienced in such matters. Feelings of this nature had crept up before however due to her upbringing she had ways to dispel them.  

"It is a great feeling but I wish I knew what a woman felt as opposed to a man's feelings. It's been so long since I've felt this incredible too Myra. I want you. I want you badly. I want to undress you, make love to you, and I want to show you how beautiful you are Ann, umm uhh Sister, I mean Myra. Oh my, I am going to make love to a, umm oh wow! Hurry up, I am excited", he tried to say calmly.

"Ohhhh I want to be touched Jeffery! I want you to be the only one that does that with me. Ohh you don't know what I'm feeling all over, ohhhh, ohhhh my savior!"

Sister Ann, aka, Myra was horny like never before. She didn't prevent her feelings from developing into full blown orgasmic seizures. 

She let her excitement take control and she prepared for a night of unknown, unrealized, and unexpected sexual gratification.



Naughty Nurse



Nadine pulls into the parking lot praying that she would not be late for work again. Even though she was a night-owl, she could not get accustomed to the night shift. She only decided to try it when the Director of Nursing asked her. It would not only be a less hectic, but she could spend more time with her family.

She looked at the schedule in her locker again to make sure she was working on the non-surgical floor again. When she walked off the elevator she met Evelyn the second shift nurse. “Looks like you got you a quiet night, Nadine, there are only 4 patients on the whole floor,” she said.

"Good, maybe I can direct my care to satisfying more than just bumps and bruises," she thought to herself. When she worked days, she was always on the go and had to wear the regulation uniform and do everything according to a duty list or, Nurse Smith, her supervisor, would have her head on a silver platter. 

Nadine wore her dress uniform tonight. The dress buttoned up the front and accentuated her long sexy legs underneath. She wore her lace bra and panty set with a half slip. She dressed this way when she felt like a sexy naughty nurse.

When she sat down to hear the previous shift report, her mind wondered to Bob in room 344, she licked her lips. “He’s such a handsome well-hung hunk that’s for sure, she whispered to herself. 

Yesterday she could not take her eyes off him when she admitted him for observation. At age 55, his six foot two figure was still lean and muscular. The oval shape of his face, deep cleft in his angular chin, and piercing deep blue eyes, took her breath away. He had a flat almost non-existing buttocks, long slender legs, and a good eight inch long cock when soft, it would make any woman drool. Nurse Nadine felt her pussy get moist and her nipples become hard, she could imagined his cock slowly fucking her. 

Nadine made her rounds, making sure everyone was comfortable; Bob’s room was the last one she would check. She planned to spend more time in his room doing more then just make him comfortable. “Hello, I will be your nurse again tonight. Why are you still awake, are you hurting?” She asked. 

“I’m OK, it only hurts when I laugh,” Bob chuckled. He was running his fingers over the nasty bump on his head, hoping Nurse Nadine wouldn’t notice the bulge under the sheets.

She reached for his wrist gently palpating with her fingers to check his pulse, and placed a thermometer under his tongue. “Ok, I wont be long, I just need to take your vitals, then I’ll be on my way. I know you need your sleep,” she said. 

Nadine did not say anything as she noticed the bugle under his sheet. She felt her breasts swell and her nipples harden, then bent over to listen to Bob‘s chest. She brushed her right breast against Bob’s chest on purpose. “Oops sorry, I hope I did not hurt you,” she said.

“Oh you didn’t. If you don’t mind me saying it, honey, you have beautiful breasts.” His hand casually brushed her left breast the electricity surged between them making then both jump. “Oh sorry nurse, I--I did not mean to do that!” he said.

“That’s Ok,” she relied, letting her eyes glare at the growing bulge under the sheets. In her mind she was running her hand down this shaft grasping his cock in her fingers. She wanted strip and straddle him so he could drive that cock deep inside her pussy. 

She spoke softly, “The other patients are asleep and it looks like you need my full attention Bob.

I will just have to check you over ompletely and see what’s wrong with you.” Nurse Nadine then walked over and locked the door and walked toward his bed with a seductive smile on her face.

Bob winked at her then stated, “Please nurse see what's wrong with me, I need your help,please!” He pulled Nadine close, kissing her firmly on the lips as his free hand started to caress her body.

“Honey, unbutton your uniform. I want to see that beautiful body of yours, especially those delicious breasts.” 

Nadine slowly unbuttoned her uniform, then removed her bra, slip and panties and let them fall slowly to the floor. She stood there slowly caressing her naked body, then whispered softly,

“Baby do you mean these breasts? Do you like what you see?” She ran her finger around her protruding nipples thru the lace bra then pinched them hard. 

Bob gasped, then said, “Oh God, yes! Oh fuck, Nurse Nadine, you’re so sexy, you’re making my cock throb!” 

Nadine walked over to the bed and pulled back the sheet and shivered. He was naked and his sexy body beckoned her. She leaned over and Bob ran his tongue over her nipples letting out a soft moan. 

"Oooh Bob this nurse needs you. I want your cock deep inside me! Damn baby, we need to fuck!" She placed her fingers around his cock and stroked it slowly, “Shall I continue love, and I do not want to hurt you?”

“Oh don’t stop it! It feels so fucking good,” he told her. He kissed her passionately. His fingers moved slowly up her leg making her tingle with desire. He slid a finger deep in her pussy.

“Oh my God, I need you, I want to shove my cock deep into your pussy, Oh baby can I--Please?” he added with a shaky voice.

“Oh yes,” Nadine whispered. She climbed onto the bed straddling his hard cock and guiding it gently into her pussy, “Fuck, oooh Damn, God, you’re huge! Yes, oh mmm yes,” she moaned, pushing downward on his cock. “Baby, oh yes, that’s the way, Ahhh just like that. Fuck me Bob--fuck me hard!” 

Bob grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep into her pussy feeling his head hit bottom, “Oh Nurse Nadine, I need your help, make me cum!” He ran his finger around her clit then rubbed it hard as she rocked back and forth on his cock.

“Oooooh baby I love the way you fuck! Ride me hard--Ahhh yes like that baby, oooh dam I am going to cum soon!” he uttered. 

Nadine rode his cock with slow deliberate motions then began to shake on the verge of climax.

“Pinch my clit Bob,” she uttered, holding back the urge to yell, “Fuck me!” 

Bob did as she commanded feeling her vaginal muscles milk his throbbing cock. He grabbed her hips harder and thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. “Oh fuck, can I cum inside you Nurse Nadine?” He asked. 

“Bob, aaaaaah--yesssss--harder--oh fuck, I am going to cum, oh baby--I am ccumminnnggg! “Bob, fill me with your sweet cum, come on baby--cum for me! " 

Bob could not hold back, holding her firmly on his cock, hoping the other patients would not hear him yell, “Yesssssss--ahhhhhh--Nurse---I am cumming,” his cum exploding with such force it made him lose his breath and nearly pass out.

Nurse Nadine leaned forward and kissed him passionately. “Feel better now Bob?” she whispered. All he could do was nod yes, with a huge satisfied smile on his face. She quietly dressed, blew him a kiss and walked from his room towards the nursing station. 

Nadine left the room feeling that the naughty nurse had been satisfied and her patient Bob would now sleep through the night, thanks to her good Bed-side care.

“The End”



Naughty Nurse



She liked watching him. He was cute and muscular. She would check on him for no reason just to get a moment to chat with him. She wanted him so bad it made her pussy ache. She would flirt and laugh and joke, but nothing ever happened. He never asked for her number, he never tried anything. Didn't he want her? Didn't get all her signals? She was steadily going crazy, he would be leaving soon, he was healthy again and soon he would be gone. She wouldn't let that happen, the next chance she got she would pull out all the stops. She made a deal with another nurse friend; she would work the next few weekends for her if she could have his sponge bath. She would get her hands on his body and have him begging for her. She smiled to herself; she could be so devious sometimes. But she ALWAYS got what she wanted. And she wanted him bad. 

It was about 7 o clock; she stepped into his room and locked the door behind her. 

"Hello, how are you feeling today?" She asked with a smile on her face. Her pussy was already getting wet. 

"Fine, thank you" He answered abruptly. He was reading a book and didn't look to see who it was. 

She didn't like that; she walked over and told him it was time for his bath. She helped him disrobe and started at his feet and legs. Washing gently and slowly, letting her hands touch him from time to time. He closed his book and watched her wash him, she saw him and smiled. He looked nervous, his face went flush and he closed his eyes as if to hide. She continued to wash him, going over his arms and shoulders and neck, still occasionally letting her fingers touch his bare skin. Her pussy was on fire and she was afraid her nipples were sticking out of her bra for the world to see. She couldn't stop now, she had his attention, and she wanted to let him know how she felt. 

She let her hand drop below the sheet and cleans his belly, slowly working lower; she lifted the sheet and began to rub the sponge softly. A moan escapes his lips. She jumps a little at the sound; she realizes it's the first sound from either of them since she first walked in. She doesn't stop though, she continues, her eyes look to his face and see he is leaning back on his pillow with his eyes still shut. She lifts the covers more and exposes his cock, she gasps a little as she is seeing it for the first time, and he is rock hard and very thick. She washes his thighs and lets the sponge touch his cock again, rubbing it lightly, another moan lets her know she should continue.

She lets her hand get wet and lays the sponge down, she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to rub it gently, letting the water on her hand act as a lube, his cock is hot and throbbing in her hand, she is staring at it and stroking it more evenly now. She is starting to pump his cock with her hand; she reaches and plays with his balls with her other hand. He is starting to leak precome and moaning more frequently, she can see his hands grabbing the sheets and his hips are involuntarily pushing up into her hand. She is licking her lips and staring at his cock as she works it with both hands. She wants so deeply to take it into her mouth but there are too many people on the other side of that door. They could be interrupted at any moment, she begins to massage his balls and pumps his cock feverishly with her hand, he is throbbing as she pumps him. His hand reaches up to her arm and grabs it gently and strokes it, she moans at his touch and her pussy gushes, she grips his cock tight and she hears him hold his breath then let out a loud grunt. She can feel the cum shoot out of his cock and all over her hand, she continues stroking him till he is done. She brings her come drenched hand to her mouth and tastes him as he watches; his cock twitches at the sight. She gets the sponge and cleans him thoroughly; she covers him back up and gives him a gentle kiss. 

"I get off in 3 hours, I will be back then. Rest." She whispers in his ear with an evil grin on her face. 

And with that she gathers her cart together and leaves. She wonders if he can smell the orgasm she had when he touched her, it is soaking her panties and starting down her leg. She walks quickly to the locker room to get cleaned up, smiling the entire way there.



Naughty Nurse



Carrie Swenson drove to the private hospital where she worked, wishing she didn't have to. She and her favorite fuck buddy had been in a hot and heavy make-out session when the call from the head nurse came on her direct phone line ordering her to report to the hospital for special night duty. She had to take the call and report as ordered, even though the man had been going down on her naked body with his very talented mouth. She was extremely aroused from that and everything else they had been doing, but now there was no way to satisfy her sexual needs, and she didn't expect to find a way. 

Technically, Carrie could have refrained from answering the phone, but that would have been contrary to all her training as a nurse, and she never really considered just ignoring it. For the same reason, she also would not refuse the order to report to the hospital for special night duty. The patients there had to be her first priority, even though that sometimes interfered with her personal life. So, out of a strong sense of duty and professionalism, Carrie put on the bra and panties her friend had just removed from her -- the scarlet ones he liked so much -- with a clean uniform over them, and set out in her car. As she drove, the horny nurse wondered what it was about, but knew she would find out when she got there. 

"Hi, Maggie," she greeted the charge nurse when she reported to the nursing desk. "What's up?" 

"You sure are lucky, Carrie. You've been assigned to private duty, and do you know who the patient is? Pete Sterling!" She said the name as if she were one novice telling another that God would be staying in the convent. 

The name seemed familiar, but Carrie couldn't place where she had heard it. "Who's that?" she asked. 

Maggie looked aghast, as if she couldn't imagine anybody being so ignorant. "He's just the greatest football player in the world. He's the quarterback for the Comets, and he hurt his knee in the game this evening, so he's here overnight for observation. Tomorrow, we'll do a lot of tests to see how bad it is, and he's been assigned a private room and a private nurse -- you -- for tonight. Do you realize, most women would kill for a chance to spend the night watching over Pete Sterling?" 

Carrie was apparently not one of that vast majority, because she would have much preferred to have stayed home so she and her equally horny and talented "friend with benefits" could have finished what they started. Instead, she was stuck with a special assignment that looked like very dull duty. Not wishing to rain on anybody's parade, and believing her personal life was none of Maggie's business, she decided against mentioning that. 

"Okay. Well, lead me to him." 

Maggie thought it strange that Carrie wasn't more eager to tend to such a fine young man who was so handsome and important, but she led Carrie to the private room where her patient for the night was resting comfortably. He was reading a magazine with the head of the hospital bed raised. It was one of the largest beds available, and must have been wheeled into the room especially for him, because most of the single rooms are equipped with the standard sized ones, for ease in cleaning and moving the patients around for bathing and while administering treatments. 

"Mr. Sterling, this is Ms Swenson, who will be your private nurse for the night. Carrie, this is Mr. Sterling." Having done her part, the charge nurse went back to her station. 

Carrie had no interest in the patient as a football player, but he was otherwise quite appealing to her. First, he was a patient, although not with any kind of life-threatening disease or injury, so she was concerned with his well-being. In addition, she saw a handsome young man, with short dark hair and rugged features. He was lying under a light covering, so she couldn't get a good look at his physique, except that she could tell he was tall and not at all fat and she was aware that, as a professional athlete, he would probably be in excellent physical condition. A thought began to form in her mind about how she might be able to alleviate her extreme horniness.

"How do you do, Mr. Sterling?" she said. "I hope your injuries don't turn out to be serious." She was still carrying her purse, and she set it on the chair where she expected to be sitting during her night's vigil. 

Pete Sterling was very interested in his private nurse, because she was in her mid-twenties, tall, with a pretty face, long, dark brown hair and a very nice figure. "Hi, Carrie," he greeted his beautiful and alluring companion. "Why don't you call me Pete? Everybody else does." 

"Very well, Pete. Are you comfortable? Is there anything I can get for you or do for you?" 

"Thanks, no, I'm fine. In fact, I'm not even really hurt, just a twisted knee. The coach and GM are afraid of losing their meal ticket, so they had me brought here." 

Actually, there was something the comely nurse could have done for him, and it would have been much appreciated, but Pete thought it prudent to avoid making any mention of it or even thinking about her body if he could. That was hard to do as he watched the zaftig dark-haired beauty moving about the room doing the things she thought needed to be done to make him, as a patient, as comfortable as she could manage. Her red and white uniform was made of thin material, and it clung to her succulent hips and ass like...he decided he'd better not think about that, because he could feel his cock starting to grow hard. Normally, right after a game, he and some of the other young, single players liked to get together and enjoy a night of wild sexual debauchery with a few football groupies, but that was not going to happen that evening, at least not for him. 

Carrie had also missed out on something similar to what her patient had been deprived of, and her arousal hadn't declined during her drive to the hospital or from anything she had done since arriving. The room was well-lighted, because Pete had been reading before her entrance, and the bed cover right over his crotch resembled a tent. Out of curiosity, she walked closer to him to see if he really did have an erection, although she wasn't sure what she could do about it if he did. 

She did know what she wanted to do about it, given the chance, and Carrie moved closer, smiling in a way that was not very professional. At least not her profession. As she approached, the embarrassed man tried to use his magazine to cover his stiffening cock, which served only to emphasize what he had been thinking about. The horny nurse, confident of her own sex appeal and the privacy they enjoyed, put one hand on his nearer leg and bent toward him as her other hand unfastened the two top buttons on her uniform. 

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" she asked, in her sexiest, most sultry voice, while spreading the lapels of her uniform dress to show her bra and as much of her cleavage as she could. 

It was obvious to Pete what the voluptuous nurse meant, but he was unsure what to say in response. Carrie was sure what he wanted, and it was what she wanted too, so she smiled, tossed the magazine aside and pulled the bedcovers down to expose the semi-hard cock that was protruding through the fly of his hospital issue pajamas. She smiled again, but more lewdly, when she saw how big his erection was, and how it was becoming bigger and harder under her gaze. Carrie bent over and took it into her mouth for a few strokes, until it was more erect and had almost reached its maximum length and girth. 

She straightened up because there were some things that needed doing before she and her patient could start with what they both obviously wanted. While walking over to the door to lock it against unwanted intruders, Carrie busied herself unfastening the rest of the buttons of her dress. When she returned to the side of the patient's bed, she peeled the sleeves of the tight garment off her arms, let the dress slide to the floor and scuffed out of her shoes, leaving her body clad in long, white stockings and her bright red bra and matching silk panties. Once again, she bent over, opened her mouth and started stroking the big cock between her lips. 

Carrie had no intention of sucking the man off, at least not right away; it was her pussy that was most needful of the attention of his hard cock, not her mouth. With a few long, slow strokes, the object of her desire was fully erect and standing rigidly upright, and it was obvious his sexual desire was every bit as strong as her own. The eager nurse backed off then, quickly removed her bra and pushed her bikini panties down to the floor so she could step out of the wispy garment and moved it and her dress out of the way. Carrie would continue wearing her nylon stockings, because she liked the way the slick fabric felt against her skin while fucking and knows many men like the erotic sensation too. 

Before straddling the young athlete, she went to her purse and removed one of the plastic packets containing condoms. As a nurse, Carrie has seen enough of the ravages of AIDS and STD's that she wanted to take no chances with either her life and health or that of the man who was holding his stiff cock upright in anticipation of her continuing what she had started. When she returned to the bed, Carrie pulled the sheet all the way down, unsnapped the waistband of Pete's pajamas and pulled them out of the way too, while smiling at the big cock that was obviously available for her. After using her mouth again to get the head and shaft wet enough, she carefully rolled the condom into place. 

Pete watched eagerly as the sexy, virtually naked nurse prepared his cock and climbed onto the bed straddling his legs. Her breasts were large, with big, dark pink nipples that stood out. Fashion designers and some misguided Hollywood moguls might have called her fat, because she has a truly womanly figure, one he would be able to hug without feeling her ribs. Best of all to look at was her pussy, clean-shaven except for a small section in the shape of a heart just below her mons. Beautiful though it was, with ivory skin and dark pink lips, swollen with her lust, and a clearly visible clit, even better was the scent of her arousal. The strongest aphrodisiac in the world for men, her juices glistened from those lips and their fragrance called to him in the earthiest way possible. 

When she stopped moving forward, that gorgeous pussy was right above his crotch, and Carrie was holding her lips apart while lowering her body until they contacted the tip of his cock. Pete was not very accustomed to the position the nurse wanted to use, but he had become a successful quarterback by being able to adjust to new situations, and he knew what to do next. He rubbed the head of his cock in her wetness to spread the natural lubrication while she waited. Seconds later, her pussy moved still lower, and she sighed happily as the hard mushroom shape wedged into her wet, pink hole. 

Their fucking already felt great to Carrie, and it hadn't even really started yet. She cooed happily as currents of intense pleasure throbbed out from where the head of Pete Sterling's thick cock was stretching open her needy love hole, with the promise of greater joys to come within seconds. She stayed in that position, reveling in what was already happening to her, before lowering her sexy body enough for two more inches of his shaft to be imbedded where she wanted it. 

Pete was having a terrific time too, much better than he would have had with the groupies. Those girls would be basically kids, just barely older than San Quentin quail, and maybe even younger than that, but the woman engulfing his cock with her pussy was a beautiful, full-grown woman who knew what she wanted. He reached out for her succulent breasts and, while continuing to impale her pussy on his cock, she leaned forward so he could gently take one of the beauties in either hand. They felt incredible, big and firm and vibrant and obviously completely real, with rigid pink nipples. Once his whole cock had disappeared inside her dripping pussy, she leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders to help her move on top of him, and her breasts felt even better to him when she pressed them against his mouth. 

While Carrie remained in place, her pussy twitching around his cock, Pete's tongue stroked her nipples, which were so erect he could feel the tiny ridges and the pebbly texture of the areolas. He switched his mouth between the twin beauties while the sexy nurse raised her pussy from him, paused for a few seconds and slowly lowered her body until she had once again enveloped his large, erect cock. 

"Mmmmmm, that feels wonderful," she murmured. "But put your hands on my bottom and pet me there while I give myself a nice, slow ride on this great big cock of yours." 

Pete was more than happy to place his hands on those voluptuous ass cheeks and stroke the soft, smooth skin while his mouth continued to pleasure the lady's breasts. Those succulent hemispheres felt infinitely better than the footballs that had filled his hands that afternoon, but he quickly saw there were more than just tactile delights to be gained by fondling her ass. The next time she lowered her body to impale herself on his long, thick shaft, he pressed down with his hands while thrusting up with his cock. Their bodies came together with a satisfying wet "smack," while the plentiful juices from her pussy spattered onto both of them. 

Everything about the fucking he was doing with his sexy private nurse was great. He reveled in the visual delight of her creamy white body, the aroma of her aroused pussy, the sensation of her rigid pink nipples against his lips and tongue, her soft flesh under his hands and the texture of her stockings against his thighs. But, as Carrie slowly moved back and forth on top of him, what her pussy was doing for his cock was by far the most delightful. The muscles there and the rocking movements of her lush body promised to slowly bring him to a tremendous climax. Every time he thrust up into her, he grunted softly, and those sounds were starting to turn to moans of bliss as that event drew closer.

The fucking was equally wonderful to Carrie, and just what she needed. Pete's hands were strong but soft, and she could feel her ass tingling under their caresses. His mouth was making exquisite love to her breasts, but best of all was what his big cock was doing. Her pussy was crammed full, and the long, thick shaft was massaging her many sweet spots the way she loved, and she knew her mounting orgasm would be one of the best of her life. Even the muscles in his shoulders felt good under her hands. 

There was really no need to talk, but Carrie felt she had to say something anyhow. "I love that, Pete. I love what your cock is doing for my pussy." 

"That's good, because your pussy is the hottest and the juiciest place it's ever been." 

This was flattery, but not by much. Pete Sterling had been a star quarterback through high school and college and into the pro ranks, and the sexiest girls and women had been easily available to him all that time. However, they all had the hots for him as a star athlete and a celebrity, and having sex with him was a way to gain status and to pay some kind of homage to him because of who he was. The hotsy moving slowly back and forth on top of him with his cock buried deep inside her pussy seemed to not even know about his football prowess. She just wanted to fuck, not to know whom she was fucking, and she was doing a fabulous job of it. 

Carrie wasn't flattering her partner at all. His cock really was doing incredible things for her pussy, but she knew how to make it even better. Until then, she had been moving up and down atop him and taking his hard shaft directly into herself, with hardly any contact against her clit. This had given her immense pleasure as it crammed her full, and had been bringing her slowly to a climax, but she knew the time had arrived for her to cum. She moved her body slightly lower on him so those two most sensitive organs could begin massaging each other, first as his cock was engulfed and again when she raised her body and released the stiff shaft. 

Pete immediately felt the difference and realized Carrie must be ready to cum. He was too, so he continued caressing her ass with his hands and pushing down on her cheeks while he rammed his cock up into her pussy. He had seen how her movements were becoming more erratic above him, as she swayed to and fro and from side to side, and he could hear her moans of joy that were starting to end in whimpers. He was enough of a gentleman that he wanted Carrie to fully enjoy her orgasm before he reached his own climax, although he would not have been so considerate if she had been one of one of the groupies he more often frolicked with. 

He was also concerned with her safety and of his own. Although her ass had been a great place to stroke with his hands, he moved his grip to her hips in hopes he could keep her from falling to the side as her movements atop him became more erratic, even escalating to pitching and tossing. The nurse's sounds of joy were louder too, and he hoped the walls and door of the hospital room were thick enough to muffle her voice and keep concerned staff members from investigating the strange noises. 

She knew her orgasm was imminent too, so Carrie started moving faster, while trying to stay on top of Pete. That wasn't easy to do, because her responses had become wilder as she gave herself over to the pleasure of having his big cock repeatedly massaging her clit. As the horny nurse thrashed about on top of the quarterback, she felt how his hands had moved to just above her hips, which helped, but she was still aware of the possibility of falling off him and to the side before she reached her goal of a powerful orgasm. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Carrie whimpered, in time with her bouncing back and forth and the cock driving in and out of her pussy. "Oh, yeah!" she cried out joyously as her climax started to overwhelm her. 

She was no longer holding Pete's shoulders, but her upper body fell forward, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, while her body swung from side to side and her pussy bounced up and down, engulfing and releasing his cock. He kept driving the thick shaft up into her, and relished her loud sounds of joy while she was cumming. His own climax was on the verge of erupting, and he would continue fucking the hotsy after she reached her orgasm. 

Less than a minute after she started cumming, Carrie cried out again, even more ecstatically as she climaxed. After that tremendous burst of joy, she sagged forward, and Pete held tightly to her hips and kept driving his cock in and out of her pussy until his own climax welled up from within his body. He sighed and grunted and shot a big wad of cum into his condom, but didn't stop. For almost another minute, he fucked the acquiescent pussy, ejaculating twice more, before he was through. He and Carrie lay together quietly, their arms around each other, until she felt the need to speak again. 

"That was wonderful," she whispered into the ear that was inches from her lips. 

"Yeah, it was. But, I know how it could have even better," he whispered back. 

"How?" Carrie knew of two ways, and hoped Pete had one or both of them on his mind. 

"I would have liked to have eaten you out first." 

Carrie raised her head and grinned lewdly down at the handsome face below her. What he had mentioned was one of the two ways their coupling could have been better. "You still can, you know." 

Pete grinned back at her. He was not at all into cream pies but, since he had been wearing a condom, that would be no problem. "No I can't. You're lying on top of me and facing the wrong way." 

She quickly rectified that situation by rising from him and removing her pussy from around his cock. After carefully peeling off the condom, Carrie wrapped it in a paper towel and put the packet in her purse to be disposed of later, along with the wrapper from the condom. 




Naughty Nurse



I was awake well before the alarm went off. I lay in the dim grey light, Jeff slumbering beside me, content in his dreams. Knowing I had to get up soon and face a busy day, I luxuriated in being able to indulge myself in a little private playtime.

My mind wandered back to Monday evening, finally seeing Davey undressing at my bedside, and I, being impatient, dropping to my knees and freeing his bouncing cock from his Y's, into my greedy mouth.

As I remembered the taste and feel, my hands slid slowly down to my pussy, tingling and urgent for my touch. My fingers found my clit, slick already with hot juices, and flicked it into full erection, causing me to sigh and flex my hips upwards into my roving hand. 

I recalled Davey's tongue doing the same, his fingers slipping deep into my wet smoothness, finger fucking me as his tongue expertly brought me to a shuddering climax.

The intensity of the memory provoked another orgasm to stream through me, causing Jeff to stir.

"Oh God you're not at it already are you?"

...His voice low and coarse, his curious libido pulling him from sleep. He took my hips in his warm firm hands and motioned me on to my side.

"Now look what you've done!"

He guided his proud morning glory between my soft firm buttocks, and into my hot wetness. 

I grasped at the bedpost, and moved my hips into his quickening rhythm . The exotic mingled scents of sex wafted up from beneath the duvet, enflaming my senses, and as I felt the familiar convulsions of his orgasm, I tipped over that perilous precipice again and came silently, intensely, flooding his thick rigid cock with my copious jism.

As the shudders subsided and his big wet cock slipped slowly out, the alarm screeched, and we were catapulted into the reality of the growing light of day.

After a quick affectionate kiss, we slipped into our early morning routine. We padded silently around the kitchen/living room, trying not to wake my comatosed son. My prodigal boy had returned from the USA a few weeks before, and we were trying very hard to be supportive , and not feel too peeved at having our private space invaded.

Within 30 minutes we were out the door, into the cold drizzle of rain, and heading for the car. Jeff gallantly insisted on getting up at 6am every morning to run me to work. After 6 years of marriage, we were still in the flush of love and treasured every minute together. He wouldn't dream of me adding an extra hour to my work day having to wait for buses in the rain!

During the 15 minute drive, Jeff asked about the coming day, and if I had any 'meets' arranged. I reminded him of a friend of Davey's who had heard of our hot session on Monday, and was keen to meet me 'asap'! He had been barraging me with messages, to the point of me having to tell him to back off. I love the excitement of exchanging horny messages, exploring each others' interests and limits, and sometimes setting the flames alight before even meeting. This guy had been a bit 'OTT', but had actually backed off after I had asked him to.

I had told him that if we could manage an hour to meet for a drink, I would let him know. Jeff and I always insist on meeting for a purely social meet at first, with no expectations of moving straight into full blown sex on the first 'date'. We had endured a very awkward situation once, and swore we would be more careful from then on. But that's another story!

By the time we arrived at the hospital, we had agreed to see Davey's friend Mark at 3.30, for a drink in a local bar. We have to vary the bars which we go to, as we arrange meets with single men, or couples regularly, always with me dressed up rather tantalisingly. Variety is the spice of life, for us certainly, but we endeavour to be discrete.

It must be obvious to 'those in the know' what's going on, but until we got into swinging 3 years ago, I would not have had a clue, nor recognised the signs, as clear as day to us now! We now regularly see similar scenarios, and wink at each other, knowing exactly what is going on, and what is coming up!

I changed into my nurses' uniform quickly, pulling my stockings up tight and smoothing my prim skirt over my thighs. I make a point of wearing stockings and suspenders to work, and never any knickers. It gives me a thrill to appear so 'proper' and be such a slut underneath. This is part of the excitement of leading a double life. My colleagues have no idea what I get up to in my private life, and I often wonder if any of my workmates are playing a similar game.

I had enough time to send Mark a quick message, confirming that we would meet this afternoon, and got an immediate enthusiastic response. This one seemed pretty full on, and I had my reservations about him. However, I was happy to spend one hour meeting for a drink, and see how things went. We have found that it is obvious from the first couple of minutes whether things are going to work or not. Always best to go with your gut feeling. There is a tangible sexual chemistry which is either there, or it's not.

I often play 1-1 with single guys and Jeff loves to share the build up, often fucking or playing with me as I get ready for a meet. We generally have a very horny fuck after the event as I tell him all the delicious, depraved details of the last few hours.

Throughout the shift I peeked at my phone (most definitely against the rules!) as I couldn't resist the buzz of exchanges and growing excitement between Mark and me. I forwarded any especially horny messages to Jeff, so he could enjoy the unfolding drama too.

My lunch break brought bad news; Jeff had to go to a meeting at 3pm and couldn't come to the pub. He urged me to go on my own, as long as I felt comfortable, and I agreed that it could do no harm meeting in public.

This brought an increased level of anticipation , as it somehow felt taboo, being so brazen as to meet him 'solo'.

By the time I got home I was highly aroused, and had a hard time washing my pussy clean as I kept oozing, therefore had to rub myself with hot soapy jets, making the problem worse! I chose a black leather miniskirt, black hold ups and a tight zipped top, revealing just a little of my ample cleavage. Just enough on show to whet the appetite. I felt the familiar butterflies as I locked the flat up, it's always such a thrill to be on the verge of meeting a total stranger who might just set you alight, have fantastic sex with no questions asked, and 'nsa' (no strings attached). I hoped Mr.Cocky, as I had privately named him, would prove to be one of the good ones, or bad ones more to the point!

He was smart, handsome and dammed sexy at first glance. Even as I approached the table the chemistry crackled in the air like static electricity. These initial conversations can be a polite, nervous game of ping pong, or, as in this case a brazen sword fight from the word go. We flirted openly and talked sex as we sipped our drinks, his eyes flitted between cleavage, thighs, and twinkling eyes.

At one point he leaned back and took his totally erect rod in his hand, his trousers thankfully thick enough material to soak up the pre cum I knew was there. Cocky indeed! We were both feeling very hot and horny, and I was in a quandary about whether I could risk taking him back to the flat, knowing my son would be home in the next hour. Tempting, but somehow I managed to act sensibly and say no, not the flat.

'Walk me to the car park then?'

His seemingly innocent comment was suddenly weighted with suggestion as he winked and opened the door for me.

We chatted a little as we walked the 5 minutes to the NCP, my mind a flurry of images of back seat sex. My excitement and arousal grew until I could feel my pussy moistening my inner thighs.

'I think it's this storey'

As he pressed the lift button for the basement. As the lift doors closed we pounced on each other and had a passionate snog, no polite kisses here, we were both ravenous for each other.

My mind had given up resisting and wondering if Jeff would mind, half way to the car park. I knew myself well enough to accept that Desire with those little pointy horns and long swishing tail, had won the day.

The basement was virtually an empty concrete shell, and he guided me to the stairwell. Must have come a storey too far I thought. But it soon became apparent he had a plan all along. The stairwell was stark, and deserted.

He kissed hard and deep, his experienced hands unzipped my top and scooped my breasts out of the FF cups. His fingers squeezed and teased my nipples hard, roughly handling the fullness of my breasts.

I was desperate to feel him as my own hands slid down to unzip his tented trousers. I freed his jumping urgent erection, and spread his pre cum over the shaft, sliding up and down, discovering how thick, hard and long it was. I needed to feel that inside me urgently, and as the words formed in my mind, he turned me round to face the stairs.

'Bendover'

he growled as he rode my short skirt up over my bare arse. He grunted as he inserted two fingers into my tight sopping cunt.

'Oh you dirty little slut! You are so fucking wet! Want this do you, you greedy little whore?'

I was so turned on by his coarse language I moaned 

'Oh YES!'

He was a big boy, perfect fit for my tight but pliable cunt, so wet and slick. The feeling of his cock entering me was electric, natural, animalistic. I grasped the cold iron banisters to give me leverage to move my body in response to his. It was as dirty and taboo as anyone could want on a quiet Wednesday afternoon, my mind thrilling at the illicitness of it all, overt lust taking over my body.

As our pace quickened he pulled at my hair, forcing my back to arch. He slapped my buttocks at the same instant that we heard a door opening in the stairwell above, voices boomed into the cavern. We froze for a few seconds, then I hurriedly stood up and pulled my skirt down. As I scooped my tits back into my bra, the voices disappeared with the slam of another door.

'Oh shit, I can't do this!'

I whispered loudly, nervous and unsure.

'Oh come on, it's the basement no one's going to come down here! Come on, just another couple of minutes, you know you want to!'

I glanced at his huge glistening cock, his one eyed monster winking at me, urging me on. My libido won over logic, yet again, and I returned to my position, thrusting my needy arse towards him, longing to feel him inside me again.

He entered me urgently and I started to feel that familiar build of sexual energy, the electrifying buzz of animal passion, building somewhere, everywhere between head and pussy.

A door opened again, some storeys above, but neither of us could stop this time. As their noisy chatter reached us, we both felt the other's orgasm exploding, powerful and raw.

Unaware of having made any noise ourselves, I was suddenly aware that the chatter had stopped, footsteps hurried and another door banged open and shut. We must have made some atavistic grunts that we were not aware of, oh well, give them something new to chatter about!

His cock rested inside, still hard and I was tempted to move again. We both sighed and he squeezed my buttock affectionately as he slipped his dripping length out. A gush of hot cum dribbled between my thighs no matter how hard I clenched myself.

Back in the lift, we suggested meeting again soon, to continue in comfort. A quick kiss and he let me off at ground level. 

As I walked somewhat dreamily to the flat, I felt his cum trickling down my thighs. I chastised myself for being such an impulsive slut, then I smiled slyly as I thought about Jeff being home soon. He loves to fuck me while another man's spunk is still dribbling out. I knew he would be turned on by my recount of the afternoon, and would be eager to lock the bedroom door, and fuck his slut wife as she so richly deserved.



Naughty Nurse At Night



Editor: WhiteWave48

This is a true story of something that happened to me a few years back while walking home one mild winter night.

When I was living in Sydney a few years ago, I made a regular nightly visit to the local club at the end of the road to have a cold beer, catch up with a few mates and have a nice cheap meal. On this particular night, however, I wasn't expecting anything exciting to happen on the short walk back home.

After leaving the club, I was walking along a dimly lit street that had the odd car rushing past. I hardly noticed a woman cross the street and start walking a few feet behind me – at least not until she started singing to herself. I initially thought she'd had a bit too much to drink and was just happy, but then she asked me something very clearly.

"Are you horny?" 

I turned on the spot, unsure for a second how to answer. I thought I'd just be honest as I looked at this girl who'd asked me a surprising question. She was about 5'5", mid weight with short yet thick curly hair, and she appeared to be in her late twenties.

"Ah, yeah, always," I replied, unable to come up with an intelligent answer.

By this stage I'd walked one city block - half the distance to my unit - and was standing on a well lit corner. No cars were driving past and only the odd light from surrounding houses indicated that people were only a few feet away behind their doors. 

The young woman sat down on some steps and spread her legs, causing her small blue denim mini skirt to ride up revealing no underwear and a bald, wet pussy. She immediately started running her fingers over her mound smiling at me. 

Still taken aback at this strange exhibitionist, I stood and watched, waiting for someone to walk past, or at least someone in a passing car to catch a glimpse of the show I was enjoying. 

"I can't fuck you," she stated, continuing her show. "My boyfriend's overseas and I don't want to be unfaithful to him, but I can give you a head job."

"Sounds good to me," I happily replied.

This strange stranger abruptly stood up and walked down a narrow footpath between two houses. Without hesitation I followed her into the shadows. As soon as we were out of sight from the road she squatted down, grabbing my fly and quickly pulling it down. She pried free my now hardening cock and in one motion took it deep in her mouth, letting out a guttural moan in the process. In a few seconds I was rock hard, tickling her tonsils with the end of my prick. 

She was obviously no amateur at this, applying lots of pressure with her lips while running her tongue over the head of my cock. I was in a bit of a daze, hardly believing what was happening but I was also overwhelmed with a curiosity to find out more about this mysterious woman. 

"Um, so, what do you do for a job?" I sheepishly asked.

"I'm a nurse," she replied from the corners of her mouth.

"So do you do this kind of thing often?" I asked in between moans. 

As much as she seemed to be enjoying giving me a blowjob, she promptly took my cock out to answer me quite abruptly, "No," before engulfing it once again in the depths of her mouth. The harsh reply make me think twice about making pleasant conversation and I decided to shut up and enjoy the moment. 

I braced myself against the wall of the house as she bobbed her head up and down over my throbbing cock. I could hardly keep my concentration up, not being used to standing while getting a blowjob, let alone doing it in a public place. After a couple of minutes of her oral attack I told her that I was going to come. 

This didn't deter her for a second as she continued sucking my pulsating cock. She flicked her tongue over the head causing me to shoot deep into her mouth. This mysterious girl kept up the assault with her tongue catching spurt after spurt. Holding my cock deep in her mouth, she paused before swallowing hard. 

Normally I'm very vocal, but I stood motionless trying my best not to moan out in ecstasy knowing that people were only a few feet away. As she got gingerly to her feet, I grabbed my still hard cock and eased it back into the confines of my underpants then zipped up my pants. 

I must have stepped back a few feet because our quiet dark alley way quickly burst into light as a security spotlight blazed into life. Like a couple of teenagers we ran out of the narrow alley, laughing as we ran down the street. We stopped a safe distance away and I thanked her for the blowjob.

"Anytime you like," she responded with a sly smile.

"How about an hour?" I queried pushing my luck. "I think I need time to recover."

"Fine," she casually replied, walking back into the darkness from where she'd come a few minutes earlier. I watched her move off, wondering if she'd show up again as she said, or if her parting word was just that and nothing more. I turned and walked the short distance to my unit.

The cold harsh reality of everyday life quickly returned when I walked inside to find my dickhead roommate slouching on the couch watching TV. I'd been in the process of kicking him out of the unit, and right now our living situation was very icy. 

To get out of his hair and kill time I carefully ironed my business shirts for the following week, trying my best to make the task last an hour, all the time thinking of that surprise gift out of the darkness and the possibility of another to come. Checking my watch, I hung up the last shirt and left my unit again to walk the one block distance to see if my mysterious girl was going to show up. 

I arrived within two minutes finding nothing but darkness on a quiet Sydney winter night. A few street lights illuminated the road with an old faded VW beetle parked directly under one of them. The door of the bug creaked open and the short wiry hair pf my mysterious sexy stranger emerged.

"You're back for more?" she cheekily asked, walking up to me.

"Shit yes."

"Let's go then," she responded ,walking off, this time to the opposite side of the road from where we'd been busted by the security light. The house she walked up to was darkened but we cautiously made our way to the side of the property away from the street.



As she had done just over an hour earlier, she again squatted down, unzipping my fly and engulfing my hardening cock. I leaned against the old wooden house that she'd chosen and enjoyed the experience of having my balls drained for the second time that evening, trying my best to keep quiet with a window only a few feet away. 

Finishing pleasuring me, she stood up and we walked quietly back into the street towards her car. She climbed iinto it without saying a word and fired up the engine causing the old bug to burst into life with its familiar drone. I tried to get her attention to thank her for the free blowjob but she paid no attention, driving off into the darkness.

It was then I realized that I hadn't even gotten her name. But neither that, nor the fact that I never saw her again around the area, lessened the memory of the oddest sexual encounter that I've had in my life so far.