4 comments/ 150269 views/ 2 favorites Karen Cums Out By: Avalanche Man What a piece of crap life is. Imagine working so hard to get where you want to be, and your whole life turns and takes a big DUMP on you. Almost Fifty (Well, actually forty-eight) and just when things are finally getting easier...then your husband walks in and hands you divorce papers. Worse or as bad, he had another woman already, and has the nerve to tell you HOW fucking bored he is with you. Even though things (Well, sex in particular) hadn't been great in years, you hadn't refused him THAT often...IT was just your job tired you out, and you weren't into all the weird, kinky ideas he had in mind. You had taken care of yourself. Had done everything to make him and the family proud of all you had accomplished...ALL the sacrifices and time you had spent in getting your LVN. So, maybe, you only took care of senior citizens or "Old Farts" as the family like to call them...it was still a good, rewarding job. Only 5'4" and a few extra pounds, but at your age, you still had a full, firm pair of 36D's that stood up and stuck out. Maybe your ass had gotten a little wider and fuller as you REALLY, REALLY filled your shorts or jeans these days, but after all, you weren't a teenager any more. And, BIG DEAL, you got your hair done about every two weeks, as you needed to cover those couple of gray hairs that showed otherwise. What really HURT (or "sucked" as the latest expression went) was your kids seemed to take your husband's...Well, ex-husband's side in this; just when you needed their support the most. Fortunately, the only one left at home was your daughter, Brittany. Equally embarrassing was the way all your mutual friends and others didn't want to listen to your side of what had happened. In a big city you could have hidden or moved on so much easier, but in a small town everyone seem to know everyone else's business. Only when Betty Wilson had talked you into changing shifts with her had you started to find out what really went on at the Care Center. Those 'Old Farts" had more sex drive than you had ever imagined. The ambulatory test they gave before admitting them should have been a sex drive test. You some times felt like a referee at a "swap contest", and often it was all you could do to get them separated, sedated, and in their own rooms before an all-out orgy killed some of them. Fred Burmeister wanted you to measure his penis (only he said DICK very loudly), and kiss him before he would take his meds and go to bed. And every night it was "YES, Fred, you still have a good 8" of dick." Emmie Franklin would have sucked every man there dry, if you didn't almost keep her locked in her room. You KNEW as you had caught her, and had to pull her off different dicks. Bonnie Swartz never wore anything but housecoats, and would strip off and run through the halls like an Olympic sprinter. You just about had to hide and trip her to catch her. Bill Smith would fondle your bottom (as he called it, "AHHH, a little fondling is good for you"), and could unbutton your top quicker than you could. You had left his room unbuttoned numerous times without realizing it, as he liked to skip or leave the top button still done. Only after you had pulled them apart had Willy Jenkins stopped "pouring it to her", as he was reaming old lady Swartz's ass. YEAH, why didn't she run then, AND THEN they were both mad at you for several days. At times, you felt like numbering all of them and getting them on opposite sides of the large recreation room, and announcing...OKAY, two and six, you do anal, four and eight, you do oral, and ten and five, you try it standing up. ALL the rest of you, just go for a group session. NONE of this crap went on during the day when you had worked days, but there were extra aides and nurses during the day. Betty Wilson had just laughed and laughed when you even suggested changing shifts back...as she had a NEW, young boyfriend to take care of in the evenings. SHIT...her new, young boyfriend was 42, and a half- wit to boot. But to hear her tell it...he was hung like a bull elephant and could go for at least half the night. It all came to a head one Saturday morning as Brittany, your 18 year old daughter came home from a sleep over at a friend's, and found you crying about the latest insult to you. As you sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and bemoaning your rotten fate in life. She was sympathetic at first, and then went ballistic on you in ways you could have never imagined. You told her about having to call in emergency maintenance to fix a short circuit at the nurse's desk, and had returned from old Bill Smith's room to find Roy, the maintenance guy, talking on the phone to some buddy of his. When he turned around to see you, he went, "MY GOD, WHAT A HARNESS...No wonder they call you Nurse Cratchit!!!" In shock, you looked down and realized old Bill had unbuttoned your uniform top once again. Not only that, but your super, heavy-duty support bra was in full view of anyone and everyone, although only you and Roy were at the Nurse's desk. When you screeched, he had hastily left; muttering that the short was fixed. And he definitely needed a beer...or two. That had set your daughter off, as she jumped up and grabbed your pajama top and pulled you up also. Still holding your flannel PJ top, she had ripped it off, sending buttons flying everywhere. In complete shock you let her drag you to your bedroom without a stitch on top, as she was screaming that she had had enough of your self pity and putrid attitude. After she had thrown you down on your bed you started to cover your breasts, but a stern look from her seem to indicate you weren't to do that or move until she told you that you could. Tearing through your dresser drawers, she had dumped bras, panties, pajamas, and almost everything on the floor. She only kept the wild stuff that you never wore. With that crazy look in her eye, she had done about the same to your closet. When you had whimpered about what she was doing, she had shouted at you, "NO MORE...NO FUCKING MORE...ENOUGH of this granny panty crap and bullshit. You aren't dead yet, so it's time to drag your sorry ass out of the grave." You could barely listen as she told you that SHE was taking charge of your life, and that SHE would BEAT your ass black and blue if you didn't do as she said. All the time she was tying your granny panties in knots together. Only after she grabbed each of your wrists and tied them to headboard did you feel some beginnings of fear. Grabbing each leg of your pajama bottoms, she had stripped them off you and took your panties with them, leaving you totally naked tied on your bed. Strangely, your nipples were hard and sticking out, and your pussy was wet. Pushing your legs apart, she then ordered you not to move or you might get CUT...somewhere you didn't want to be cut. After she came out of your bath with razor, shaving cream, towel, and a bowl of hot water did you have a glimmer of what she was about to do. Once she had shaved your FAT PUSSY (her words) of all its hair, then she informed you that you were to be naked unless she said otherwise. This was a daughter that you had never known to be so assertive, and though not close to each other...she was like a stranger that had taken control of your life, and wouldn't take any lip back from you. Once she had dried your pussy off, she proceeded to get baby oil and rub it down, which left you moaning and wiggling around even as you were still tied up. From her room she got a vibrator and a huge dildo, and came back to give you a "good work out." Holding down your screams and moaning so not to rouse the whole neighborhood, you had orgasmed too many times to count, until you were soaked with sweat and pussy juice. Finally, she had untied you, told you to take a shower, but not play with yourself. And then after bagging up all the clothes she made thrown on the floor, you were to take a nap. Bagging up all your clothes slowly gave you an idea of what your new life was to be like, but it still didn't seem real except for the soreness in your pussy. She came to check on your bagging and made you take them to the garage (thankfully the door was down) and leave them for the trash pick up on Monday. Waking from your nap, you thought it was all a weird dream, until you realized that you were still naked, and had a very clean shaven pussy that was still a little sore. Hearing you make noises, Brittany had come in to tell you that she wanted spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread for supper. Under her stern eyes, you decided not to ask about your clothes, as being naked while she was dressed was a bit embarrassing. Tossing you a T-shirt and short denim skirt, she told you to get your sandals on and get your ass in gear to the supermarket with her grocery list. Driving to the store was a new experience as you had NEVER, EVER gone out dressed (or really undressed) like that, but the cold air from the car air conditioner on your bare shaved pussy was definitely different. Walking carefully with your arms close to your sides so your nipples (why did they stay so hard and pointy) wouldn't show and your breasts wouldn't jiggle so much, you got the shopping done and headed home. Bags and bags of your clothes (you guessed) were at the curb when you pulled in the driveway, so with a tear or two for your old life, you unloaded the groceries and went to start your new life. 2 Once you had gotten back from the supermarket, Brittany had made you strip down to just your sandals. Somehow, just wearing shoes and nothing else made you feel more naked than if you had been allowed to go barefooted. Every time you started to say a thing about how she was treating you, she got right in your face and screamed, "NO MORE GRANNY PANTIES, UNDERSTAND!!!" After you called her and told her supper was ready, did she almost treat you as a normal person (albeit a nude normal person). You and she had talked about things that were happening around town and her numerous friends that you both knew. Only you carefully avoided any mention of your job or anything you thought would upset her again. Cleaning the dishes after supper, she told you she had several movies for both of you to watch before bedtime. Two movies of very, very explicit sex action of women together and older women getting it "poured to them" by extremely well endowed men, and you were ready to pass out. However, during the movies, you had to sit beside her while she gave you another really good "workout". She laid out the plans for you both to go bike riding in the morning to get you back in shape, and finally, she let you go off to bed. Legs, pussy, and nipples were sore and throbbing a bit when you woke up, and realized that you were naked, and lying on top of your bedspread. A thin strap nylon tank top and matching shorts were on your kitchen chair, as you wandered in for the coffee you had smelled. Brittany smiled at you, then started talking about how you were going to begin using the bikes again, and go for daily rides. She chatted about how nice it was that she was out of school, and even though it was the last summer before she left for college...she was going to use it to get you back in shape. As for the top and shorts, you could put them on before you got on your bike but not until then. Hoping to delay things you slowly sipped your coffee and dreaded the bike ride as you knew you were out of shape. Finally she dragged you out to the garage, and let you put on the skin tight top and shorts. Your nipples showed through the light blue top showing your erect nipples and big areolas , and the shorts pulled up into your ass and pussy showing your complete crack and full pussy lips. When you started to protest, she got in your face and hissed, "I'LL drag you into the street and beat your naked ass in front of the whole neighborhood if you cross me!!!!" Fortunately, your house was on the edge of neighborhood, and country roads were only a few hundred yards away. By the time you had gotten to the deserted country roads, the top and shorts were soaked and see thru from your sweat and excitement of your pussy rubbing against the bike seat. Constantly gloating you on was Brittany telling you how much better you were going to feel and be from a daily bike ride. Still, your mind was having trouble coming to grips with how things had changed and that luckily no one was around to see you almost naked. Yet, the bike seat did feel sooo goood as you slid your pussy up and down it while pedaling. About a mile down the road, you had to stop as an orgasm ripped through you, and you almost ran off into the woods. The light breeze across your nipples and wet pussy did feel good; and the bike seat was an old thrill, as you remembered when you used to ride all the time. Returning was a new worry, as you hoped none of the neighbors or anyone you knew would see you out bike riding almost naked. Sprinting back to the garage was a necessity, but once there; Brittany made you put up your bike and strip out of the wet clothes before she would close the garage door. A hot, almost scalding shower helped to sooth your aching muscles, but yet, your nipples and pussy were still throbbing a bit from the sudden exercise they weren't used to. Spending the afternoon reading the Sunday paper, you almost forgot that you were naked and began to feel a lot better about everything. When Brittany wanted to grill steaks out in the backyard, a momentary twinge bothered you. But as it was secluded there was no one to notice your lack of clothes, or her in shorts and bikini top. Another night of movies and her giving you a really, really good "work out" left you soaked again and worn out physically and mentally. While showering again and shaving your pussy of the stubble (as she had told you to), you began to worry about what you would wear to work the next day. Brittany answered your question in a no nonsense manner, and said not to worry. She wouldn't embarrass you, but would pick out something that would work for both of you. Crashing and sleeping like a rock, you only awakened after Brittany had called you that coffee was ready. Stretching out on top of your bed, you were still totally nude, but did feel better even as your legs and pussy were still a bit sore and puffy. Dark purple scrubs (top and pants were in the chair beside the bed) with a red demi-cup bra and matching thong. While drinking your coffee you had meant to tell your daughter the bra she had picked didn't cover your nipples and the lace along the top of the cups always irritated your nipples, but from her look you didn't want another blow up. So, once you had breakfast (while most people might be having a late lunch), you went to do your make up and get dressed for work. Half the night, you tried to keep your nipples tucked inside the bra cups, but every time you moved much, they popped right back out into the lace edging. The thong kept your butt cheeks split all night, and old Bill Smith had really liked his fondling even though he couldn't unbutton the scrub top, as it had no buttons. Everyone seemed friendlier. Several nurses from the day shift remarked how much better you looked in scrubs rather than the starched white uniform that was your norm. Still heated up from the constant nipple rubbing by the bra and being split by the thong, you got home to find Brittany waiting in the garage with the bikes. Despite your reluctant attitude, you had to strip completely in the garage, then change into another nylon top and shorts for the bike ride. To your total surprise, your breasts swinging freely, nipples rubbing against the nylon, and pussy sliding up and down on the bike seat did feel great. A tingley flutter was in your stomach, as your nipples stayed rock hard and pussy juice soaked the bike seat. After a longer ride than the previous day, and a few cars had passed and honked at you (to Brittany's delight), did you get back to the house. Physically beat and worn out from the two orgasmisms during the bike ride, you were more than ready for your shower and nap. A long talk with her was in order, but when she woke you to eat what she had fixed for supper, staying nude and putting off another confrontation seemed easier than getting things straightened out. As you were barely awake during supper, Brittany let you go straight to bed afterwards. She had put some kind of chain on your nipples, and a clip thing on your clit. She said she would be in later to remove them while you slept, and too tired to argue; you had let her and went and fell onto your pillow, asleep when your head touched it. Despite waking several times to find yourself pulling on your nipples while rubbing your pussy, you woke up when she called you that your coffee was ready. On the chair was a light pink scrub set, along with a sheer bra and thong set that would hide nothing. Fortunately, the scrubs wouldn't let them show, whereas your white nurse uniform would have let everything be seen. Doing your make up and getting ready for work, you thought about how you did feel a little better about yourself. However, the bra had two little slits cut in the middle of the cups that your nipples poked through, and the thong seemed tighter than the one yesterday. Only when Brittany came and kissed you goodbye as you left for work did you realized that she knew exactly what she was doing. She had pulled your top out, so she could see your nipples poking through, and had pulled the scrub pants out in the back, so she could check the thong. Then telling you were doing very good, she kissed you again and let you leave for work. 3 If anything you were more aware of your butt cheeks moving when you walked, and your nipples rubbing against the light cotton scrub top. It seemed your nipples got harder and popped out more every time you got near one of the main air ducts. Yet, the day staff had told you that the light pink was a good color for you, and the patients were friendlier even when you stopped some of their antics. Somewhere in the far back recesses of your mind, you still felt that this wasn't right and you shouldn't be dressed like this for work.. When old Bill had given your bottom a very through fondling, and then he slipped a hand up your top and pulled and twisted a nipple did you resolve that it was past time for a long talk with Brittany...as this was getting to be too much. A late (early for the others) nurses's meeting had delayed your getting home after work, and you hoped Brittany wouldn't punish you for being late. Her punishing you seemed funny, as she was the child and you were the parent. Or that's the way it used to be. But you had to admit that she was far tougher on you than you had ever been on her. Pulling into the driveway, you could see that the front yard was mowed, edged, and all cleaned up. The glistening green grass and flowers looked great, well cared for and the lawn sprinklers were on. Brittany stepped in the back door of the garage and waved you into the back yard. The mower, weedeater, rake, and trash bags were sitting there, as she told you, "I did the front, and the back is yours. Strip down and get with it. I' ll get us something fixed to eat while you take care of this and get your exercize." Rather than argue, you took off the scrubs, bra and thong and handed them to her as she handed you a glass of iced tea. Mowing the yard au natural as if it was the most normal daily thing that you did, just didn't even seem odd or out of place as your mind relaxed and went with the flow. The bright ,early morning sun felt great on your bare skin, and you even went into the garage to get your sunglasses out of the car without thinking that you were totally nude and someone might see you. Hours later, after you finished up did you realize that sun screen would have been a good idea as certain parts were glowing lobster red. She came out on the patio with tuna salad sandwiches, potato chips, and large glasses of iced tea. Once Brittany had checked out your very red breasts, pussy, and ass; then she went back in and got some aloe vera to coat you with in those places. Rubbing it in and all over you had felt great and she made sure that she worked in into you good, especially your pussy. Karen Cums Out (All The Way) She was IN TROUBLE. Man, was she in trouble. This ran through her mind as she was slowly driving home. All her life she had done what was right and expected, and she never, ever got into trouble. But this time she had really screwed up and knew that she was in deep trouble. Karen kept trying to go to the idea that it was Brittany's fault and not hers, as Brittany had refocused her mind on her nipples and pussy constantly for the last two weeks. Ever since Brittany had taken control over her life, she was in overload of sexual satisfaction and nothing else. Fighting not to rub her brafree breasts or bare, shaven pussy through her scrubs, she tried to think of how she was going to explain this to Brittany. Although it was only a verbal reprimand, and actually not that bad, it was still trouble and she hated the thought of how Brittany was going to blow up on her. The Administrator of the Care Center had said that she didn't care if she wore a bra or not, but Don Ferguson (one of the owners of the Care Center) wanted to see her next Monday at 9 a.m. sharp in his office. His surprise visit late at night is when she had been doing something other than what she should on company time. Blaming someone else for your own mistakes was wrong, and she had drilled this into her kids that accepting responsibility for your own mistakes was always the best course. So, as much as she wanted to slide the blame off on Brittany, she knew that she had made the mistake and so the blame was her alone. Imagining the worst and dreading whatever might happen, she turned on to her street and headed for the garage and whatever fate had coming for her. When they had gone floating down the river on inner tubes the previous weekend, Brittany had made her wear a super short sun dress on the ride to the river. The thin straps and vee neckline had her nipples popping out every time she had moved or bent over. Her bare bottom and pussy were on full display also whenever she had to bend over for any thing. Only, once they had gotten down to the water itself, things actually got worse. Brittany had handed her a red, one piece suit that was only wide straps covering the middle of her breasts and tied behind her neck. The straps went down to a high cut bottom that pulled up between her pussy lips and right up her ass crack. She had protested with her eyes, but Brittany had laughed and told her not to worry that she had brought plenty of sunscreen. Fortunately, there were no other people around and she knew you rarely met anyone when tubing on this part of the river. Sitting in the inner tube meant you were somewhat leaning forward, and the straps covering her breasts were about worthless. However, as your butt was down in the tube, no one could see that it split you right up the middle. Karen had starred at her nipples and pussy lips for about an hour as they floated down the slow current. Then she gave up and watched the trees and scenery along the river banks. Even though several other "river rats" had either passed them or were sitting along the banks, she hadn't tried to cover up as the others were also topless or had on skimpy bikinis. A late lunch beside the river, had included a "work out" from Brittany that left her on rubbery legs for the short hike back to where they had parked. Stripping off the swim suit and slipping back into the sun dress, her nudity hadn't bothered her in the least, only later when she thought about how it hadn't bothered her. In the long, hot shower after the tubing trip, she had even given herself a real good orgasm with four fingers pushed up her pussy, while pulling her nipples with the other hand. "WOW" she thought, "I've never done that before." As she lay in bed once she had dried off, she noted how much longer and harder her nipples seem to stay all the time now. And her pussy was still fat, but definitely pouched out from all its recent exercise. However, all in all, she was a lot happier with her body and felt better from all the activity that was stretching her various parts and muscles. Relaxing naked around the house all weekend, with the exception of the tubing trip and a late night run to the grocery store her mind had accepted anything that Brittany told her to do. Her grocery trip had been in a long sleeveless T-shirt that barely covered her ass cheeks and nothing else, but she didn't even think about what or how much she was showing, as she was now adjusted to wearing nothing at all. The fact that whenever she reached out an arm left her breasts in full view, or reaching up or bending down showed her butt or pussy never crossed her mind. Throughout the next week, Brittany had kept up her daily "work out" with different twists and intensities. She had also set out her scrubs for her to wear every day, but either with a shelf bra that poked out her nipples, or super tight thongs that pulled up in her ass crack, and usually her pussy lips also. Karen never complained about any of the clothes although she was either topless or bottomless every day, and was cheerful as she didn't have to worry about what to wear for work. The day shift nurses, aides, and even the patients seem to be happier around her and teased her about the "New Karen", and her new attire and attitude. Going to work was a pleasure that she looked forward to now, rather than dreading it as she had before her changes. Roy, the maintenance guy, had been coming by about every night, and even helped her with some of her nightly tasks. Only, they were constantly bumping into one another, or rubbing against each other, while doing the inventories in the store room and nurses stations. During one of their bike rides later in the week, she had gotten home to find Brittany waiting with the bikes as usual, but all she had on was a bikini. Once Karen had stripped out of her scrubs with nothing under them, Brittany had handed her a shelf bra and thong to wear for their ride. When Karen had just starred at her, Brittany had told her that they hadn't seen anyone in the past week and not to worry about it. So, after putting it on, they had taken off with her nipples sticking out in full view and the thong spreading her in the ass cheeks and pussy lips. As could be expected, not one or two, but about four or five cars passed them honking and waving. Two had even turned around and come back by for a second look at a almost totally naked woman riding a bike. She wondered if Brittany hadn't set it all up, or taken out an ad in the newspaper about their bike ride, and what she wouldn't be wearing. But, if they wanted a look at the "New Karen" then they were getting a good, full look. She really didn't think her nipples could get any harder, or her pussy any wetter once they had finished and gotten back to the garage. Late Friday night, or actually early Saturday morning, while she and Roy were doing the storeroom inventory, he had finally given her what she wanted all week. As she was bent over counting the bottom shelf, he pulled her scrub bottoms down and inventoried her. "Pouring it to her" and reaching under and pulling her nipples, she had orgasmed about a hundred times it seemed. In that position, it was hard to tell if he had the nine or ten inches claimed by some of the other nurses, but it was a most fulfilling position. When her mind had come back from the wild euphoria, she had looked up and found Don Ferguson starring at them with his mouth wide open. Realizing that she was still bent over, top pushed up over her bare breasts and bottom pulled down exposing her ass and pussy to him, she had grabbed a sheet off the shelf to cover herself. Roy had hollared "OOPs" and yanking up his pants, had made a hasty retreat. Don had turned, gone to the nurses station and called the Administrator. Still sticky with hers and Roy's juices, she had to wait until after the Administrator and Don had a long conference in the front office. Thinking she was about to be fired, then she and the Aministrator had a short meeting before both Don and the Administrator left together. Amazingly.........she still had her job..........she could wear or not wear whatever she wanted..........BUT no more double inventorys. And she had to meet Don Ferguson at his office at nine on Monday. Somehow, worse than the Administrator or Don, she knew that Brittany was going to come unglued all over her about what she had done. Parking in the garage, she told Brittany that they had to talk as she had gotten into trouble at work. Brittany hadn't said a word, but put up the bikes and went with her into the kitchen to make coffee and talk about her problem. Without a word or any expression, she had listened to the stammering explaination of what had happened. Karen had stripped off her scrubs in the garage out of habit, and sat starring at her coffee cup or sticky, drying legs and bare nipples and pussy while waiting forever for Brittany to erupt on her. Screaming, "ALL RIGHTY" Brittany had jumped up, ran around the table, and hugged you as your mind had been ready for anything but this reaction. Kissing you, hugging you, and telling you that you had graduated with flying colors, she then went off to call some of her friends and make plans for the day. Totally befuddled, sitting nude at the kitchen table, you wondered what in the world had happened and what you were supposed to do now. You just can't trust your own kids anymore, as once you get used to them one way they flip flop and change back to being a kid again. Pulling on your nipples in the shower, you wondered about calling Roy to see if he was up for another inventory as you really needed a good "work out" to stay in shape. Hummmm. Karen Cums Out Two (reading KAREN CUMS OUT first will help in understanding this section) "OUCH...OUCH...UUHH...AAHH," Karen gasped as Brittany, her daughter was pulling her nipples out about an inch or inch and a half. It seemed every time they watched those movies together, Brittany would pull, twist, and really work over her breasts and nipples. Her nipples throbbed for hours after they were pulled and twisted to their limits of what she could stand. Still, she didn't want to tell Brittany how much it turned her on when her nipples were included in the "work outs" that were now part of her daily routine. Her whole world had just about turned upside down after her daughter had had enough of her whining and crying about how rotten life was treating her. Thinking back on what had triggered the start of these changes, she wished she had handled the incident with Roy, the maintenance guy, very differently. However, the almost daily bike rides and exercise that Brittany was making her do was slowly making her feel better about herself. Wandering off to bed, with her nipples, breasts, and pussy swollen and sore from the pulling and reaming Brittany had put into them this time, she could barely hold her head up as she thought of her pillow. Why brittany was so rough with her tender parts she didn't know, but it seemed to be getting rougher and, strangely, she looked forward to it each time. Awaking refreshed and invigorated, Karen stared down over her nude body and thought "Well, no need to change or wash the sheets, or pajamas as I haven't used either in about a week." Pale, lime green scrubs and two bandaids were on her chair and this crossed her mind briefly as she padded down to the kitchen for her morning coffee. Sipping her second cup, she half listened to Brittany outline plans for both of them to go tubing on the nearby river that coming weekend. This was something they had done when Brittany was a small child, and apparently, they were going to do it again. When she murmured about the clothes that were laid out for her, Brittany had told her that she still needed it because of her sunburn, and if anyone asked to tell them about her sunburn. Even though the sunburn was about totally gone, her nipples and pussy were still a bit red and definitely swollen from all the activity Brittany was giving them. So, resigned to her new fate, she put on her make up and got dressed to go fight with the "Old Farts" again. Halfway through her shift, she looked up from the nurse's desk, to find Roy, the maintenance man, leaning on the counter and starring down at her. As she was filling out the shift report, she thought he was trying to read it upside down. "Here," she'd said. She tried to hand it to him as she leaned back in her chair, but he just laughed and laughed. "I came by to check the air conditioning out, and all the changes on the late shift," he stated. Not understanding what he meant, Karen growled "Well, did you see what you wanted??" "OH...YES...I saw all of christmas and part way into the New Year!" he said laughing again. After telling her to call about any problems that she needed him to fix; he had left and had even given her his cell phone number. "How Odd," she thought, as there were no problems with the air conditioning other than it making her nipples really pop out more when she got near a main air vent. And for him to stare at her leaned over doing her report, but to be so nice and give her his cell phone number. Strange and stranger was her life becoming as she bounced a bit down the hallway feeling her breasts move and rub under the scrub top. Sure enough, Brittany was waiting in the garage with the bikes out ready for your ride. Only this time, once you had stripped out of the scrubs, Brittany handed you a cut off sleeveless T-shirt top and some new shorts that barely came up your hips. As you struggled to pull up the shorts, you said, "They don't fit... or cover hardly anything!" Brittany had come over to you, yanked them up in your butt crack, and zipping them up, but left the top snap undone. "There", she said, "Now, you see how much more work we have to do, but you've really come a long way already." Totally NOT sure about this, you had gotten on your bike and started out on the run to the wooded country roads. Smiling about her compliment about how you'd already come a long way, it still worried you about how much work she felt you had to do. Looking down, you thought at least the top covered your breasts and nipples. You didn't realize that anyone behind you could see everything up the T-shirt top. And when you sat up straight, you could see the a hint of your pussy lips just below the top of the shorts. People honked and waved whenever they passed you, and although still a bit embarrassed, you had begun to wave back. It was nice to live in such a friendly, country area, and the men seem to really enjoy your bike rides as much as you did. Brittany thought it was hilarious and said if you didn't behave she would start making you ride topless. Half afraid she was serious, you decided not to return any more waves when people passed you. Stopping at the edge of the woods to rest a minute or two before making a dash for the garage had become a normal part of your bike rides. This time Brittany had told you that you were going to race for it, only that since you were the better, more experienced rider you had to have a handicap. She had grabbed your T-shirt top and jerked it over your breasts, totally exposing them, and yelled "GO FOR IT, or I'll beat you!!!" Not thinking about anything but the race, you took off with your breasts swinging, nipples jutting out, and raced for the garage. Panting from the sudden exertion, you sat on your bike in the garage, with your top still up over your breasts, but you had beaten Brittany by a couple of seconds. "NO MORE...NO MORE," you gasped, "NO more races or I'll have a heart attack!!!" She thought it all was a big lark, and came over to help you off your bike and out of your clothes. Totally nude, she had made you go into the backyard where she could rinse you off with the water hose before going in to take your shower and nap. Later, Brittany had woken you for a light supper or lunch, whichever you wanted to call it, and had new movies for you to watch. Staggering back to bed, wincing and almost crying, you thought "TOO MUCH" as she had orgasmed you out during this latest "work out." It felt like she had tried her best to pull your nipples off, and jam the dildo up you completely. But you had beaten her and taken it all without screaming for her to stop. Once before, when you had started screaming for her to stop, she had gone and gotten a large, wooden spoon out of the kitchen. Sitting between your legs, she began lightly hitting your pussy with the spoon. After smacking the daylights out of your knuckles when you tried to cover your puss, she had made you lock them behind your head and started all over. Gradually the hits with the spoon got harder and stronger, and although you had wimpered and cried...you also had had two tremendous orgasms. However, walking around with an extremely swollen, sore pussy was not an experience you wanted to repeat any time soon. Women doing two or three men at the same time, and groups of women doing all sorts of things to each other filled your head as you fell back onto your bed. Dreams unlike any you had before seem to now be the normal, and waking up with a soaking wet pussy now had you sleeping with a towel under your nude bottom half. Light, powder blue scrubs, sheer bra and thong were on your bedside chair when you woke up to that fabulous smell of coffee that you craved every morning (actually late afternoon to most people). Brittany chatted about the weekend and what all she had planned as you sipped on the hot coffee and nodded your head barely listening. Once you had done your make up and gotten dressed for work, you knew that you had to say something. "Brittany, this bra has the cut outs that my nipples stick through and the top is so light that my areolas and nipples show through. I can't wear this to work, as on Fridays a lot of family comes to visit the "Old Farts" and will see me," you stated while sticking your chest out so she could see what you meant. "NO problem...we can fix that!!!" she had explained as if it were nothing. Then she got some liquid make up, pulled up the top and bra and covered both nipples with the cold make up. Blowing on them to dry felt great, but she'd quit after a minute and pulled the bra back down semi gluing them to the bra. "If it bothers you, then take it off after all the visitors are gone," Brittany smiled, then almost pushed you out the door with a quick kiss on the cheek. Karen Cums Out Sitting on the patio, talking and eating, you started to feel the burn on your bare skin. A good sunburn doesn't care if you're a nurse, doctor, or garbage collector as skin reacts strongly with the sun when it is exposed for the very first time.. Only after a good warm and then cold shower did Brittany give you a good recoating of aloe vera, and let you wander off to bed. Far in the distance you heard a voice calling you for coffee, but with a sigh and a moan or two you rolled over for some more sleep. Vaguely you thought of calling in sick, then remembered that they had no one to cover for you. Hands all over your body rubbing in soothing aloe vera again brought you back to reality and a new day. Slapping you on the butt, she said to get up for your coffee and left. Dark blue scrubs and two bandaids were on the bedroom chair, but this only lightly crossed your mind as you followed the aroma of coffee down to the kitchen. Knowing how NOT great clothes were going to feel on your skin (still a bright pink red color), you bravely asked about the two bandaids and lack of any kind of underwear. Brittany said that you would thank her later for her choice for you, and that the two bandaids were for your nipples. So, moving carefully, you went back to get dressed (well, sorta dressed) and do your make up for work. Amazingly, the sunburn began to fade its' intensity about half way through your shift, and you felt invigorated and light as you went about the duties of the mid-late shift. The lack of a bra or thong actually was a relief as you started to move easier and more freely than ever before. Thoughts of "I could get used to this" and "Why didn't I ever try this before" flickered through your mind. You almost wanted to call Brittany and thank her, but the old you wouldn't let you go that far out. (to be continued)