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C.N.A. Story Ch. 01

By: bluefox07



Author's Note:

"This was my first submission to Literotica back in November of 2004. It's raw and unpolished, but I think it stands well on its own. Enjoy!"

*

I had been working as a nurse's aide at the hospital for almost six months, and was beginning to realize how much I hated the job. I worked on the Sub Acute unit, a place reserved mainly for people there to die, coma victims and quadriplegics. It was a hard place to work, the humanity of it all. I had to feed them, bathe them, clean them, wipe them, turn them and groom them. What had at first been a job I loved was rapidly becoming a nightmare.

I had few friends there that I liked, and most of the time friends were what got you through cleaning and preparing dead bodies and watching people waste away. Of course, the social environment of the hospital was more like a high school than a professional work place. All the clicks were there, instead of jocks you had docs, cheerleaders became nurses and everyone else just worked to support them. Subsequently, there was a lot of gossip and backstabbing, secret vendettas and such. So even friends I held a safe distance away. 

The person I suppose I most enjoyed being around and who I trusted the most was a respiratory therapist named Linda. She and I shared the same sense of humor and interest in a lot of things, but we also shared the same distaste for the horrible situations we dealt with every day in the line of our work. She was up front and honest, and she was attractive to boot. She was tall, an inch taller than myself at 6'1" with shoulder length blonde hair and a body that had given birth to two children and managed to bounce back pretty well. Her breasts had to be at least a 34 D from what I could tell looking down the opening V-neck of her scrubs whenever I could. She was 45, but you wouldn't really know it.

I never really noticed Linda's age as we got to know each other more and more, but I did notice I had growing attraction for her. She had a wit and confidence that was irresistible, the kind of personality that was beautiful and special without even trying. As the next few weeks progressed, we began confiding in each other. Her live in boyfriend was a nice guy, but he was also an obsessive jerk who had to control her and say mean things to her. Her frustration made me feel bad, but I did my best to counsel her.

"It feels so pointless sometimes," she said as I watched her check the respirator equipment. She worked the machines as though it were second nature as I put new blankets on the patient in B-bed. "It's like I can't win with him."

I shrugged. "Maybe that's the whole point."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Look," I said, flattening out the sheet, "He sounds like he's the kind of guy who has got to have total control all the time because he's probably never had any ever in his own life. Making you feel bad in his way of feeling good."

"That's a bold observation for a 23-year-old," she smiled.

"I like to think of myself as a very young Yoda," I took the dirty linens over to the hamper and dropped them in. "I mean, my hair is already falling out, my ears stick out and half the time I'm here the smell is making me turn green."

"Your hair is not falling out," she consoled as we washed our hands in the bathroom. "It's just receding, like Bruce Willis or Tom Hanks."

"You're sweet, but by the time I'm 25 I'll be Kojak."

Linda laughed. "Who loves ya, baby?"

"Exactly."

We moved on to the next room and began our tasks. Typically, the aides are paired off together and work as a team. But today my partner was Stan, and since Stan had been there since they opened up this wing of the hospital ten years ago, he felt he had the right to watch the hunting and fishing channel whenever he wanted. Since most of our patients were comatose or quadriplegics, they didn't really complain either. Truth be told, I was glad Stan was off doing his own thing. Spending time alone with Linda was becoming the highlight of my day. And she obviously was enjoying it too, because she often came into the rooms I worked in more than any other.

"You're too hard on yourself, you know?" she said as she examined another regulator.

"Just being honest about myself."

"Well, I think you're adorable," she smiled. "You've got beautiful eyes, a great smile, you're in great shape and you have a nice ass."

I felt my heart jump at her compliments. "Wow, aren't we being forward today? Flattery will get you everywhere," I said, being as bold as I knew how to be. 

"It's true. I'm not the only woman to say so either. Do you work out?"

I laughed. "Not really. I just have well placed fat. My man-breasts look like pecs, that's all."

"Shut up."

"Seriously."

She came around the bed and put her hand on my chest. I felt my cock slowly beginning stir and tried to suppress it. When you're wearing scrubs, anything past being limp shows up like a mountain. Considering I have a healthy seven-inch cock, I knew if I wasn't careful someone would notice. But, maybe I wanted her to notice...

"Feels like muscle to me," she said. Our eyes lingered long enough to where I knew she wasn't just being kind, but there was more there. I was in good shape, and I actually had been blessed with a good figure with the exception of small love handles. Our moment was broken when the door opened and we quickly went back to work, both of us blushing. Stan walked in, offering help. I couldn't believe his timing as I watched Linda leave the room out of the corner of my eye.

In the hall, I walked past her cart and she handed me a note. I stepped into room 10 and unfolded it. It read:

"Want to fool around?"

My heart was thudding now as I held the paper in my hands. My cock was starting to rise again and I just had to go in the bathroom and run cold water on my hands. After I had composed myself, I walked back out and stopped by her cart. I looked at her casually and said, "Yes. Room 7."

I walked to room 7, a comatose room, and went inside. It was around 4 p.m., and things were busy, so I knew I had some time I could spend with her as long as I closed the door and we went in the bathroom. The chances of anyone bothering us were slim. I waited for a few minutes and then Linda came in the room. She smiled as she closed the door and I felt almost as nervous and giddy as I did the night I lost my virginity. There was something so sexy about her and as she looked at me with her bright blue eyes. I took her hand and we went into the bathroom. It was still light enough outside that we could see each other in the darkened bathroom. I turned on the water in the sink for noise.

"You sure about this?" she asked me as I pulled her to me. I slid my hands down the small of her back and I saw a real vulnerability in her eyes. She tilted her face towards mine. "I'm old enough to be your mother..."

"I'm sure," I breathed and kissed her. I gave her the best kiss I had ever given. Our lips sealed together and I felt our tongues slide and tangle wetly with each other. Her hands slid up and down my back, shoulders and sides. At first, it was very deep and passionate and then we began to kiss faster and more hungrily. My cock was now engorged and pressing against her. She began to rub herself against it. We did this for about five minutes until the door outside opened. We jumped back to reality and put our hands in the warm water, acting as though we had just finished with a patient.

"So," I said casually, "There's really nothing that I, as an aide, can do to adjust the respiration equipment?"

"No," she said, her voice quivering still and then stronger. "No, it's illegal. Sorry."

Stan looked in. At first I thought maybe he knew, and the way he looked at me made me think we were busted. I hoped my erection had gone down some, but I could still feel it straining against my boxers. I leaned forward a little to hide it. Then he said, "It's almost dinner time, let's go."

I looked at my watch. To my surprise, it hadn't been five minutes but fifteen since we came into the room.

The next few weeks we continued our bathroom make-out sessions. Out of the 11 rooms on the unit, we groped and pawed each other in 10 of them. And each time, we grew bolder and bolder. She eventually had her hand in my scrubs stroking my cock, I had her scrub top and bra lifted up lifted up sucking on her nipples and rubbing her crotch with my hands, fingering her pussy.

One day towards the end of shift, we slipped into the women's bathroom and locked the door. I pushed her against the wall and undid her pants as we feverishly kissed. I pulled the bottoms and her panties off her left leg, so that leg was free. I rested her thigh on my shoulder and began gently kissing the soft inner flesh. She was moaning softly under her breath as I slid my tongue up her thigh and across the upper end of her slit. I traced her lips with my tongue and then began long, soft licks from one end of her pussy to the other. She ran her hands though my hair and then pulled up her top and bra. I looked up and saw her cupping each breast in her hands, gently kneading them together, and her head propped against the wall. She began rubbing her nipples, and I swear to this day I have never seen anything as sexy as her doing that. As I flicked my tongue over her clit, she let out a sigh and I felt her legs tremble. I kept my eyes on her large, milky white breasts for a moment longer, as she tweaked her nipples and began to breathe heavier and faster.

I set to work on her clit, flicking it, circling it and suckling on it. She was getting so wet I could feel her juices running down past my goatee to my throat. I kept working her clit with my tongue, and her leg spasms became more pronounced and erratic. She was breathing hard now, and I could see her biting her lip as she desperately suppressed her cries. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and protruded out like small spikes. I slid my free hand up her stomach began rubbing her left nipple, gently rolling it between my thumb and index finger.

Suddenly, she jerked and cried out as a flood of juices squirted into my mouth and onto my face. Her legs squeezed around me and she hugged my head to her body as she rode her climax. I stood up, grabbing a paper towel and wiping the excess fluid off my face. Her chest was heaving as she pulled me to her.

"Oh my God, where did you learn how to do that?" she breathed.

"I lost my virginity to an older woman," I smiled. 'She showed me the ropes."

"God, I could be crazy with you," she whispered as she pulled me close. I felt her undoing my scrub bottoms. She spoke into my ear, sending shivers through my body. "I want to take your cock and suck on it so bad. I've fantasized about tasting you, sucking you... I've wanted you since the day we met."

I submitted myself to the overpowering waves of instinct and need surging through my body. I felt almost dizzy. "I've wanted you too. Badly."

She yanked my pants and boxers down with one tug and grasped my throbbing cock. "I want to take your cock and put it between my tits, and let you fuck them. Would you like to fuck my tits?

"Yes," I whispered as she stroked me.

She looked me in the eye and said, "I want you to fuck my tits and cum all over them. All over my neck and face."

I could hardly breathe as she turned me around, pressed my back against the wall and kneeled. My mind was racing a million miles per minute as she kneeled down. Her tits grazed past my aching cock, and she squeezed them together, enveloping it. The soft flesh around my shaft and head created such a silky sensation that I almost came right there. I pinched myself hard on the arm. Later, I realized I drew blood from that pinch.

Linda finished going down to her knees and positioned her face right in front of my cock. Her hands grasped my thighs as she licked and kissed the tip of my cock, making it bounce back and forth like a springboard with each lick. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy this while trying to think of every baseball game I had ever seen.

I felt her suck me into her mouth. The sensations arched like electricity all over my body as she deep throated me, pulling me closer by grasping my ass with both hands. Her head bobbed up and down on me, and every so often she would graze her teeth across my head or flick my balls with her tongue. I could feel my orgasm close; an orgasm so deep from within that it almost scared me to release it. 

Before Linda, I had been with fifteen different women, and I had never felt anything even close to this

"Linda, you're going to make me cum..."

She kept sucking me as my legs began to shake a little. She slid her mouth off me with a quiet * pop * sound as put my cock between her breasts. I could see my swollen purple head sticking out of her cleavage. I was in the throes of the impending orgasm as she slid her breasts up and down around my shaft. I couldn't hold back anymore and I stifled a yell as my wad blew. I felt hot semen actually splash onto my face as I came. My mouth hung open as I gasped for air. I could feel my cock throbbing with each spurt of cum. I felt like my fingers were going to actually dig into the wall. Finally, it abated and I opened my eyes

She stood up in front of me, and I saw a trail of cum from her cheek all the way down across her bunched up uniform and bra to her tits. A gob of cum was sliding down her right breast and hung on her nipple. She cupped the breast and brought it to her lips, licking the sticky semen off her breast. She used her finger to take the cum off her neck and uniform and proceeded to lick that up as well.

"You taste great, baby" she said huskily as I used my own finger to wipe the cum off my face. She grabbed my hand and sucked my cum-covered finger into her mouth. We kissed each other passionately, and for the first time I tasted my own semen. The salty taste lingered after we broke our kiss and we just held each other, the heat from our bodies making us break a light sweat.

I felt myself stirring again. I couldn't believe it. Linda felt it too and whispered to me, "Lets fuck each other, right here, right now."

I pulled her top and bra off all the way as she took my shirt off. This was so crazy. People were bound to notice we were missing, but I didn't care anymore. I pushed her against the wall and she opened her legs up. Our bodies pressed together and the heat between us made me grow even more aroused. She wrapped one leg around me as we devoured each other, our tongues desperately flickering in our mouths. I pressed my cock to her pussy, the head just shy of entering.

"I'm on the pill, it's okay," she whispered and lowered herself onto my cock. I slid into her and she was surprisingly tight. I grunted as we began to gyrate against each other, getting the feel. Then, we began to fuck. I couldn't really think anymore, and my previous orgasm gave me an edge over cumming early as we moved together. She held onto my ass with both hands as we fucked. We kissed each other passionately as we tried to catch our breath. I sucked on her tongue as my cock slid in and out, my hand rubbing her tits.

She then stopped, slid off me and grasped the sink with both hands. I held her hips and slid into her from behind. I felt so powerful as I plunged my cock deep into her again and again. I could hear her moaning again, and my cock was so swollen it almost hurt as we humped. I could feel my balls slapping against her as my speed increased. In the mirror above the sink, I saw her looking at me. My body was glistening with sweat in the white neon light, my nipples hard and every muscle pulled taut. Her face was consumed with lust as her tits swung back and forth to our rhythm. She brushed her hair out of her face and said something I didn't expect.

"I love you."

For whatever reason, those words caused my body to shiver as I heard my heart speak back to her, true and plainly. "I love you too."

Her eyes closed and we continued, in our own little world. Amazingly, she orgasmed before I did, her pussy tightening and spasming around my cock as she came for the second time. Her juices ran down my leg as I came, blowing my load deep inside her. We almost collapsed on the floor, but we remembered where we were and stood, holding each other for support. Her breasts felt so good against my chest. My cock beginning to subside as it pressed against her, completely spent. We stood there for a long time until my cum began to leak out of her. She grabbed a paper towel and wiped it up.

"We have to do this more often." I said as I wet a paper towel and cleaned my cock off.

"Yes we do," she smiled as she put her clothes back on. I stopped her and kissed each of her breasts very gently.

"Down boy," she said, "We'll be lucky if no one notices we've been gone."

"I meant what I said."

She looked at me and smiled, that beautiful smile and then kissed me as I held her breasts. "I meant it to," she said, and hugged me close.

"Not that I want to pick out curtains or anything."

Linda laughed. "We're just getting started. Like I said, I could get crazy with you." 

C.N.A. Story Ch. 02



Author's Note:

"This story takes place one year before C.N.A. Story Ch.01..."

*

I had just finished my training program to become a C.N.A. through the company that owned the convalescent home. Most of the women working at the facility were either happily married or just too old (55 and up is too old for me...) to even consider being with.

I had been flirting around with three of the women there, mostly Amber, Marie and Corrissa. Corrissa was 30 and a heavy girl, a little too heavy for my taste but a lot of fun and we actually had made out in one of the rooms one night. She was sexy in her own way, and had a massive set of 40 DD tits (which I actually spent most of my time suckling on while I fingered her until she came, then she sucked me off and I came for her), but it never went beyond us fooling around. And, she was married, and that was a line that I had crossed before that I did not want to cross again. She had said to Marie that she wanted to fuck me, but eventually, she felt guilty about her husband and we let things go.

I constantly flirted with Amber. She was 21 and looked every bit the part of a gorgeous blonde girl-next-door-type who flaunted her sexuality around like it was a nametag. She had a reputation for being a little easy, but she was a real sweet person once you got past her constant swearing and in-your-face attitude. She had a killer body and what I thought to be C-cup breasts. We would flirt, and one evening after we finished our charting, I gave her a back rub. She pulled up her scrub top even to reveal her back to me, and I worked it for all it was worth. She said it was the best massage ever, and over the next few weeks, I gave her three more. She gave me her number, and I was set to pursue her, but then I started to get to know Marie.

Marie was 28 and of Hispanic origin, with dark flowing hair pulled into a ponytail, naturally tan skin with dark hazel eyes that seemed to always say more than her mouth ever did. She had four kids from what she had told me and as a result, a small pooch had developed that could be seen under her scrub top. I didn't really care, because as strange as it might sound, she wore it well. She also had a pair of 38D breasts that seemed to defy gravity. I watched her change beds a lot, mostly because when she bent over, I could see right down her shirt and take in the tops of her breasts, barely contained by her usually black or red lace bra. Her hips were slightly wide, but sexy. She had just enough curve to be the object of many jack-off sessions. 

I knew Marie was different from the moment I met her in my third week. Like Amber, she was all attitude and opinion, but she had an unpredictable quality to her that kept me off guard. When we did partner up to work on a room together, she was always flirting with me; touching my shoulders, leaning against me on our cigarette breaks and hugging me from behind. One night, she sat on my lap as we smoked our cigarettes. 

"Aren't you married?" I asked, surprised but thoroughly enjoying her sitting on me.

"That make you uncomfortable?" she replied.

I thought for a moment, considering that maybe she really was interested in me beyond just friendship. "No, not really."

"You know, Corrissa told me about what you two did," she said casually.

I took another drag on my smoke, playing it as cool as I could. "What did she say?"

"That you felt each other up in the empty room at the end of the hall," she said.

My heart was beginning to thunder. "That might be true," I said, "But nothing really happened beyond that."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Then how would she know you have a big cock?"

I almost choked. "She said that?"

"She said that you have at least a seven inch cock, but that it's also really thick."

I was blushing now, and I could my cock beginning swell under the pressure of Marie's ass. I adjusted myself as best I could and said, "Wow, that's complimentary. But I'm no 9-incher. There are bigger guys out there."

"Yeah, but longer doesn't mean better. Seven is just right with the width to back it up. This question is, do you know how to use it?"

"Makes you wonder, does it?" I asked and smiled.

Marie looked at me, amused. "Maybe."

Sadly, nothing else happened that night.

Three days passed before we worked together again, and for the first part of the shift, we were pretty busy. The p.m. shift started around 2 p.m., and from there, it was mostly getting the old folks up out of bed for dinner if they wanted, feeding them and then getting everyone down again for the night. Marie and I exchanged looks every time we saw each other, both of us rationalizing our lust for one another. I had worn regular fruit of the loom underwear that night because I didn't want my erection to show, but the more I thought about Marie, the more aroused I became. 

As I finished putting the old man in room 18 to bed, she stopped me in the doorway, just out of sight of the front desk. I looked over my shoulder and saw my patient was fast asleep. 

"Everything okay?" she asked, her body close enough to mine to smell her perfume.

I smiled. "Yep. Just got my last one down for the night."

"I need your help pulling more sanitizer out of utility."

"Sure."

We walked down to the utility room. Only the charge nurse was in sight, going over the med cart and checking her numbers. Marie and I went inside the cramped room. As soon as we were in, the sexual attack I had expected turned into me actually helping her with the sanitizer packet. I got the box off the shelf and sat it down, inwardly disappointed. And then, she slid her hands up my scrub top, pushing it up to reveal my stomach and chest. She looked at me intently.

"You have a nice chest," she said plainly and then let her eyes fall to my stomach. "Nice abs, too."

I felt my cock swelling instantly as she held her hands on my pecs. "This is bold."

"I'm a bold woman."

I prepared myself for the kiss I wanted so desperately. Her hands slid down my torso and over my bulge. She gently squeezed me, tracing the contours of my cock and rubbing my balls through the fabric.

"You might want to let that cool down before you walk out," she whispered as she lowered my shirt back down and walked out. My mouth hung open, dumbfounded and outrageously horny as she closed the door. I spent the next five minutes splashing cold water on my face and trying to figure out what had just happened. Did she want me to be the aggressive one? Or was she just messing with me? Either way, I needed to find out.

As the shift came to a close I sat down with Marie and another aide named Michelle to do our charting. We sat and joked for awhile, talking about relationships and sex as we worked, all the while my mind frantically trying to figure Marie out. Then, our discussion turned to penis size. Michelle talked about how her boyfriend had a five inch dick, while Marie complained that while her husband was long enough, he was "like a twizzler stick."

"What about you?" Marie asked, turning to me.

I laughed. "What about me?"

"How big are you?"

Michelle looked at Marie, her eyes wide and looking shocked, but somehow still interested. They both looked at me.

I felt hot blood rush to my face. "Well, if you must know, I think I top out at somewhere between seven and eight inches. Modest and respectable."

Michelle blushed, and then Marie said thoughtfully, "Well, we could always measure it to be sure."

"What?" I asked, eyes wide. What kind of game was she playing? If she didn't want people to know she was looking to cheat on her husband, she wasn't doing a very good job.

"Why not? There's a measuring tape in the utility room. Lets see, right now."

I smiled, trying to gain my composure. "If you weren't married, maybe."

"Whatever," she sighed and got up from her chair.

Michelle looked at me as Marie left the room and leaned over, whispering, "What the fuck was that all about?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

On the last rounds of the evening, I saw Marie go into the empty room at the end of the hall. I swallowed hard and followed her, making sure no one saw me. The room was dark except for the lights from the parking lot flooding in the window. Marie was standing behind the door as I walked in, because she closed and locked it as soon as I cleared the doorway.

"What's going on with you?" I asked flatly.

Marie walked up to me slowly and then began kissing me, hard and roughly. Her fingernails dug into my back through my scrubs as I pulled her to me. I felt her bite my lip hard as she undid my bottoms. She pulled away, and with one motion she pulled open her scrub uniform, the metal buttons unsnapping with a sound like a muted machine gun, her tits bouncing slightly. Her breasts looked huge in the monochromatic sodium lights from the parking lot, the lacy fabric glittering. She unclasped her bra from the front and pulled the cups away, letting her tits hang free. They were huge, the areolas the size of jar lids and her nipples protruding outward. I let my bottoms fall down as I took off my shirt. This was happening so fast, but I didn't care. We embraced each other and she immediately began kissing me, as feverishly and rough as before.

I thought briefly about the ring on her finger, but God help me, I kept going.

I took my cue from that, and forced her against the wall as she pulled my cock out of my briefs and held it in her hand.

"Wow, Corrissa was right."

"About what?" I asked, breathlessly.

"You have a nice cock."

She began stroking me, vigorously but not painfully. I slid my hands into her pants and fingered her pussy, teasing her clit in the process. Our breathing and moaning was so loud I'm sure someone must have heard us. But if they did, they didn't say or do anything. She stopped stroking me and pulled me closer. "Keep finger fucking me..." she growled into my shoulder, her nails digging into my back again. I rolled and rubbed her clit, flicking it gently and teasing it as she moaned in my ear. I felt my cock sliding against her thigh as I worked her.

Her teeth bit my shoulder as she came, a rush of fluid soaking her panties and drenching my hand. Her scream was muffled into my shoulder as her hips bucked and her orgasm over took her.

She kissed me again and grabbed my cock. With her other hand, she slid her pants off all the way, taking her shoes with it. I pressed her against the wall again as she wrapped her legs around me. I lifted her up a little, using the wall for support, and lowered her onto my cock. My arms were already straining as we began to fuck, her body clamped to mine. Her tits pressed against my chest and I thought I'd die as I felt both pleasure and pain searing through my body. With each thrust, she uttered a lustful "Yes." Soon, I felt my wad getting ready to blow.

"I'm going to cum," I growled.

We stopped and I put her on the floor. She kneeled in front of me as my cock began to twitch. I felt it rushing out, and I strained to hold back as she took me in her mouth. She flicked my swollen head with her tongue and I exploded, gushing hot cum into her mouth. She never gagged or coughed once as she kept sucking on me, swallowing all of it. She did this until I finally ran out of juice. She stood up and quietly put her uniform back on, minus the panties, which she tossed out the window and into the bushes.

"I'll get those later," she said and kissed me.

"Oh my God," I whispered as I pulled my underwear and bottoms back on.

"We have to get back. That was great," she said as she put her bra and top back together. "Maybe we can do it again later?"

"Maybe," I said as I put my shirt back on and kissed her again. "Next time, at my place though, okay?"



C.N.A. Story Ch. 03



It had been a month since Linda and I had hooked up in the women's bathroom at the hospital and began our sexual journey together. While she still lived with her lunatic boyfriend, she came to stay the night with me at least once a week and usually always stopped by after work. Linda lived almost forty miles away from the hospital, while I lived only a few blocks away. So she could always make a quick stop to my place.

She had begun buying elaborate, lacy lingerie to show me. Each time, I felt like things couldn't get any better. One night, I got a phone call from her asking if she could stay over because a winter storm warning had been put into effect, and she didn't want to risk missing work. At least, that's what she told her boyfriend. I told her it was no trouble at all and waited anxiously for her to arrive.

She showed up around 6 p.m. and I greeted her with a passionate kiss, taking her bag for her. She was dressed in a long over coat, her blonde hair dotted with snowflakes.

"Jesus it's cold out there," she said as she stood by the heater, warming her hands.

"Well, it is the middle of November," I said, and then looked down at her legs. Just below the end of her coat, I could see her calves. "You're a wearing a skirt in snowy weather?"

She smiled slyly. "No, not a skirt."

"Shorts?"

"No, not shorts."

I smiled broadly, dying with anticipation. "Then what?"

She opened her coat and revealed the sexiest red lingerie I had ever seen. Her large, creamy tits were pushed up and together by the lacy red cups, twin holes opened up to reveal her nipples standing out in protest to the cold. The corset ended in a midriff, it's fabric a deep, deep red with a white trim. Her panties were a similar red with white trim, but the crotch had been cut out and her legs were parted just enough to see her engorged lips revealed.

"What do you think?" she asked, dropping the coat to the floor and modeling it for me. "Not bad for 45?"

"Not bad for 25," I stammered as I went to her and pulled her to me by the small of her back. I slid my fingers over her neck and jaw as I kissed her. Her tongue invaded my mouth as we grinded against each other. She slipped off my t-shirt and licked my nipples, pushing me into my bedroom.

"You know, I almost wore that same outfit tonight," I said as she nibbled on my chest. "How embarrassing would that have been?"

"Lay down," she whispered as we reached the bed. She pulled my sweats off and my cock sprung free and hard as a rock. She grasped me at the base of my shaft and kissed the tip of my head with her red lips. She kept her eyes on me as she slid her tongue out and swirled it around my head.

"God, I can't get enough of you," she whispered as she sucked me in.

I moaned and felt my balls tingle as she ran her hands up my torso and tweaked my nipples. Her head bobbed up and down, her blonde hair tickling my skin. It didn't take long and I felt my orgasm coming. She felt it too as my shaft began to go steel-rigid. 

"Oh God, Linda!" I moaned as I orgasmed, my body convulsing from the intensity.

She came up and laid on top of me, her breasts squeezed against me and small dribble of cum traveling down her chin. She deftly licked it up.

"I have been fantasizing about you all day," she confided as she grinded her pussy against my hip.

"Really?" I said. "I've been thinking about you too."

"Sexual thoughts?"

"Oh yes."

"Cum filled, hot sticky thoughts?"

"Obviously."

"God, I have a son your age and here I am fucking you on a regular basis."

I smiled. "Hey, you're about three seconds ahead of me on the evolutionary scale, so what does it matter?"

"You're good for the ego."

"Four out of five doctors recommend me for sexually frustrated women over 20."

Linda laughed. "What about the fifth doctor?"

"I haven't given her a demonstration as to why I'm good for sexual frustration yet..."

Linda laughed again and we rolled around the bed, touching each other and kissing. My cock began to stir again as we kissed. I slipped off her panties and she undid the corset. Her breasts were amazing as she straddled me and hung them in my face. I hungrily licked at her nipples as she lowered her pussy onto my cock. I slid in and we both held our breath, enjoying the moment. 

"You want to get really crazy with me tonight?" she asked playfully as we began to hump, her juices trickling down my balls and to my ass.

"HELL yes," I said as I grasped her ass as she began riding me a little bit harder, bearing down a little bit deeper. "Anything you want."

Linda eyed me, her mouth open slightly as she enjoyed the feeling of my cock inside her. "Anything?"

"Anything."

She began to ride me a little bit faster, her tits swaying with each thrust, driving me crazy. 

"Have you ever thought of a threesome?"

I nodded. "Been in one before..."

"Would you like to be in one with me?" she half moaned as I felt her pussy tightening around my cock. She was getting close to cumming as her rhythm became faster and harder. I became vaguely aware of the bedsprings popping and squeaking as we humped each other. I had never seen anyone cum as quickly as she did, but that worked to my favor.

"I'd love to," I managed, my eyes rolled back in my head as I fought off another orgasm. "As long as it's another woman..."

"It is," she whispered, her voice quivering as her hands pushed against my chest for leverage. She was close now. "Sandy... from work..."

"Sandy?" I huffed as she orgasmed, her hips bucking and face contorted. She threw her head back and moaned as I felt her juices flood over my crotch. For a moment, she couldn't speak; she just kept her head back and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples.

"Oh God, yes baby," she said as she leaned forward and kissed me. Then, she began to move up and down again, slowly sliding her pussy up and down on my cock. She said, "Yeah, Sandy the nurse? She's usually on your hall."

"No shit?" I said, feeling the orgasm building up again.

"No shit," Linda said as she worked my cock over. "She knows about us."

"How does she know about us?"

"I told her," she said as she slowly gyrated her hips, creating a sensation that made my feet tingle.

"Oh?"

"She's my best friend, you know. I told her you were the fuck of the century, and she asked if we could share."

"How...do...you...feel about...that?" I stammered as the cum began to rise.

"I like the idea," she said and then realized I was ready. "Cum for me baby, oh yes cum for me..."

I orgasmed again, my body wracked with pleasure as I shot my load inside her. Linda dismounted me and lay beside me as my cock recovered. I had to catch my breath as she nuzzled my neck, running her finger up and down my chest, playing with my nipples again. 

Sandy was a really sweet nurse who worked the same hall as I did. We got a long fine, but I never had thought she looked at me like that. She was 38, had shoulder length dark hair, a fair complexion and what I guessed were C-cup breasts. She was shorter than me at 5'7", but had a great figure. She always reminded me a little bit of busty Debra Winger. But never the sexually adventurous type, from what I had seen.

"Sandy seriously wants to hook up?" I asked again.

"Yes," Linda said, and then added, "I thought it might be fun to expand our horizons..."

"Okay, I'm in."

Linda picked up my phone and dialed Sandy's number. I listened, feeling a new excitement bubbling inside me.

"Sandy? Hey, this is Linda..." she said into the phone. "I'm over at his house, and we talked about your idea... yes, he very much wants to do it... well, how about tonight?... Great, see you in ten minutes... bye."

Linda hung up and rolled to face me, wedging her leg between mine. She smiled broadly and said, "She coming over. Think you can handle both of us?"

I looked thoughtfully at her and said, "I can try my best."

I got back into my sweats and t-shirt while Linda cleaned up and changed into her t-shirt. A lot of thoughts went running through my head as I waited for Sandy to show up. I opened a beer, offered one to Linda and we sat on the couch waiting. Finally, there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door and Sandy greeted me, bundled up in a ski jacket, jeans and snowcap. I took her bag and put it by Linda's in the kitchen. Sandy and Linda hugged each other as I briefly wondered whether I actually could handle both these women. I shrugged off the self-doubt and decided to let the chips fall where they may. Sandy took off her jacket and boots, setting them by the heater. She wore a blue flannel and had her hair up in a bun, which she promptly undid as her cap came off. She looked beautiful.

"Well," she smiled nervously, "Here we are."

"Here we are," I said.

There was an awkward moment before Linda said, "I hope you know what you're in for. This guy is good for at least five times a night, and I've only used him twice tonight."

Sandy raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "Well, we'll just have to put him to the test, won't we?"

We all went into the bedroom and stood there for a moment, not sure where to start. Then, Linda suggested we try kissing each other at the same time. We leaned our heads in, put our arms around each other like we were in a group hug met our lips together. We all shared a nervous laugh for a moment, but that quickly dissolved. Sandy licked my lips as Linda ran her tongue over Sandy's tongue. All three of our tongues began sliding and caressing one other as our hands traveled all over each other, exploring. I felt Sandy's hand slide down my back and to my ass as Linda rubbed my crotch. I saw Sandy's other hand gently knead Linda's breast through her t-shirt as we became more and more aroused.

Sandy broke the kiss and unbuttoned her flannel, revealing her beautiful, full breasts. Linda hauled off her t-shirt to reveal her beautiful, naked body as I undid Sandy's jeans and kissed the tops of her breasts. As I pulled her jeans off, Linda pulled my sweats down. The waistband caught on my shaft briefly, pulling it down. Then, it sprung free as I pulled my shirt off. Sandy looked intently at my dick as she slid her panties down, revealing her pussy, a small triangle of black pubic hair just above her pink lips.

Linda kissed Sandy passionately and then undid her bra, tossing it by the bed. She walked around her and held her from behind as Sandy pulled me to her, kissing me softly. Linda massaged Sandy's tits, making her moan as I kissed her deeply. I slipped two fingers into her, and was amazed at how wet she was. I realized I had pre-cum dripping down my shaft as Sandy grabbed my cock and began stroking it slowly. The pre-cum lubed my dick as Linda continued to massage her tits.

I leaned myself against the dresser as Sandy and Linda kneeled down in front of me. They took turns licking my shaft, my head, my balls, both of them flicking me with their tongues and sucking me with their mouths. My mind was spinning, and I dimly was aware of my mouth gaping open as they stimulated me. It was too much as I watched them, these two gorgeous women sharing my cock. I exploded in their faces, and an almost painful eruption of cum sprayed them. If it had been possible, I would have cum again as I watched them lick it off each other. A large gob of cum had landed on Sandy's chest, and Linda quietly licked it off, taking a moment to suckle on her breast. Something told me they had been together before...

I laid Sandy down on the bed and began licking her cunt, flicking her clit with my tongue. Linda concentrated on her tits again, licking and nibbling on them. Sandy was moaning, almost whimpering with pleasure now as I worked on her crotch and Linda played with her nipples. After ten minutes of this, Sandy orgasmed hard and actually squirted her cum across my bedspread. Linda worked my cock briefly until I was hard again and then pushed me back on the bed. She straddled my face, lowering her cunt over my mouth and smiling expectantly at me. As I dived into her with my tongue, Sandy straddled my cock and began riding me. I saw her hands reach out and began playing with Linda's breasts. Linda was in the throes of ecstasy as I ate her pussy out. 

"Oh God, YES," Sandy cried as she rode me, dropping her hands from Linda's breasts and holding onto my midsection as she rode my cock. I looked in the mirror on the wall beside my bed and saw Sandy riding me, her face blushed and her tits bouncing up and down as she fucked me. I saw the top of my head sticking out from between Linda's legs as she ran her hands through her hair, her massive tits swinging as she grinded against my tongue. I cupped her tits with my hands and squeezed, and then tweaking her nipples.

Suddenly, I felt Sandy's pussy spasm around my cock and another flood of vaginal fluid spilled all over my bed, soaking my thighs and groin. She screamed again and again as she experienced a multiple orgasm, her nipples erect and the veins in her neck bulging out. I had never seen a multiple orgasm before... As this happened, Linda began to cum and almost suffocated me. Thankfully, she didn't gush this time. I felt Sandy roll off me and lay limply on the bed. Linda sat down by my head. I didn't cum that time, but it was all right. My cock was so sore already, and I could feel the muscles groaning from Sandy's vigorous lovemaking. I'd be in pain tomorrow

"Jesus Sandy," she laughed, "You okay?"

Sandy gave us a weak thumbs up. "Yeah...yeah..."

"And did you enjoy that, lover?" Linda asked me.

"Are you kidding?"

"You weren't lying," Sandy breathed as she slid her hand up my leg, "He is the fuck of the century."

"I could get used to this," I grinned, thoroughly spent, "This is the universe's way of making up for the fact I never I had a girlfriend in school." 



C.N.A. Story Ch. 04



Following the threesome I shared with Linda and Sandy, our work schedules became very busy and there wasn't a whole lot of time for us to play around. Linda and I continued to mess around at work as much as we could, but as things went south with her lunatic boyfriend, she had to divert her attention to her family matters more and more. I understood that and remained by her side, mostly through long conversations on the phone and a lot of pep talking. She began to doubt herself in a lot of ways, and I did my best to keep her spirits up. Our post-work sex life had become sparse, and while we both still wanted each other like no other, it was simply impossible until things cleared up for her.

In contrast, Sandy and I had begun a good friendship together, and oddly enough, it didn't revolve around sex as much as I thought it would. We laughed easily together, and I always found myself enjoying her company. We didn't say much about the threesome to each other, though I think it was on our minds a lot. I figured she wasn't ready to talk about it yet, and I was fine with that. 

Work continued on the unit as it always had, the endless string of gossip and back stabbings a daily routine as I did my best to steer clear of it all. My distaste for the job was becoming more and more apparent to me and others as I dreaded going to work. Maybe I had cleaned too many dead people, too many of them I had known in their last days. I had watched some of them die, some peacefully and some horrifically. I found myself almost resentful of co-workers who ignored the needs of these people, and yet I didn't want to put any self-righteousness out there to be judged. It was a tough spot, and I was quickly burning out.

A month after the threesome, and about two weeks after Linda and I had our most recent sexual encounter, Sandy told me she was getting ready to move.

"Do you think I could borrow your muscles for a day?" she asked hopefully, "I'll throw in beer and pizza."

"Now how can I turn that down?" I asked, my only other weak spot in my life besides women being the heavenly middle-class combination of beer and pizza.

"I have some heavy furniture, a couple of chairs, my bed and my son's bed," she explained as we walked the hall together, "I have a dolly we can use to."

"No sweat," I reassured her as I gathered some towels and rags off the clean laundry cart, "I have to give Mr. Jones his shower now, but we can talk more about it on break, okay?"

"That'd be great," she smiled and walked away. Sandy had a gorgeous smile that lit up her dark eyes like a candle. I had always thought she was sexy, but as I said before, I never really figured her for the adventurous type. But when Linda suggested that we include Sandy in our sex lives, it blew me a way. I could still very vividly remember the way she looked naked, and while she didn't have the huge tits that Linda did (god bless 'em) her breasts were perky and full, confident on her trim body. 

As I showered my patient and helped dress him for the day, flashes of Sandy riding my cock flashed in my mind. She had been fucking the hell out me that night as I ate Linda out, and I saw her in the mirror, the look on her face. I remembered the way she looked as both she and Linda sucked me off, the feeling of their tongues on my head and shaft. I wondered if maybe she wasn't planning something for us on the moving day, maybe she was too shy to ask on her own outside of Linda. 

Or maybe she feared a betrayal of Linda?

I took a smoke break and called Linda at home.

"Hey Hotstuff," I smiled.

"Hey you," she said, "Where are you?"

"At work, wishing I was somewhere else."

"I hear ya. What's up?"

"Listen, Sandy wants me to help her move this weekend, and I just wanted to run it by you, see if it's okay."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I said, suddenly uncertain of myself, "You know, is it okay with you?"

"Oh sure, babe."

"What if she has more in mind?" I asked bluntly.

Linda laughed. "She always has more on her mind, and since we all fucked each other that night, she's had her eye on you."

"Bullshit."

"No shit," Linda said matter-of-factly, "She's told me she wants you again, but has been a little shy of approaching you."

"Now how do you feel about that?"

I could almost see her shrug in my mind. "I'm fine with it," she said, 'I mean, we're not exclusive and we don't date each other, we just have a lot of sex. If you two want to get together, I have no problem with that."

"No kidding?"

"Nope," she said, "Just don't forget about me. I picked up a new outfit to show you yesterday."

"I can only imagine," I smiled, "We can't leave you all dressed up with no one to blow..."

"Hey smart ass," she laughed, "I don't hear you complaining."

"Guilty as charged. I gotta go, babe."

"Okay, take it easy."

"Okay. Love ya much."

"Back at ya."

On our lunch break, Sandy and I sat down in the break room and ate our meals. We were fortunate that no one else had taken an early break, and we had the whole room to ourselves. I wolfed down my salad and hamburger I had gotten from the cafeteria as Sandy picked through her Chinese food she had brought from home. There was a moment of silence before I asked, "Why are you moving?"

"I live in the low-income apartments," she said and took a drink of soda, "They're raising rents up soon and I can't afford it."

"So what's the point of low-income rents then?"

"That's what I said."

"Well, with me helping you, you'll be moved in no time."

"That's the idea," she smiled, taking another bite of her food.

I looked at her, and then said, "So, do you think about what happened at all?"

She slowly chewed her food, considering her answer for a moment. "Yes, I do," she admitted shyly.

I smiled. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I don't regret it at all."

She raised a brow, still looking at her food and said, "Neither do I, I just..."

"Just what?"

"I just wish there could have been more."

"Who says there can't be," I asked, feeling my cock start a swell.

"It's just that Linda likes you so much," she explained, a definite veil of guilt hanging over her face, "and I don't want to intrude."

"Hey, Linda is the one suggested you be a part of it. We're not exclusive, and we both know that the other one can explore other opportunities. We think of each other as friends with benefits."

"Really?" she asked. "Is that what I am, another opportunity?"

I shook my head. "Of course not. I think what happened that night was fantastic, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about you by yourself. If you're not comfortable with it, though, we can drop it right now."

We finished our lunch in silence, and I had sinking feeling my chances with Sandy were probably not very good. I could appreciate that. I mean, after all, the behavior I had been engaging in for the last few years had been promiscuous, and most people preferred the company of just one sexual partner. I wasn't going to make it difficult for her if she wanted to step away from that. I knew the day would come when I would have to as well.

Saturday finally came, and I got up early to go to Sandy's apartment. I dressed in my usual jeans, boxers, t-shirt, boots and jacket, taking care to shave and trim my goatee. I made sure that my nether regions were clean and trimmed, shaved to create my love trail that ran between my navel and the base of my cock. I remembered Sandy's clean-shaven pussy, only a small triangle of dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair above the beginning of her slit. Thinking about her made me get hard again as I drove, and I tired to distract myself with music.

I arrived at her place shortly after 8 AM. She was already setting boxes out on her front porch, ready to be loaded into her 4 X 4. She looked great, dressed in the same ski jacket she had worn the night we all had sex together. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, just a few curly strands hanging down together in groups at the base of her neck.

"Hi!" she smiled as she set a box marked "dishes" down in the bed of the truck.

"Hey you," I replied, closing my door and joining her. We hugged each other, and I could feel something pass between us as she held me to her.

"Care to help an old woman move her shit?"

"You're 38 years old," I rolled my eyes, "There are packages of Twinkies down at the Mini-Mart older than you."

"Flatterer."

"Just calling it like I see it."

We spent most of the day hauling boxes and loading her truck. Her five-year-old son was not there that day, spending time with his grandmother. We made several trips to her storage and new apartment, and by the afternoon, my legs were aching from all the lifting. Though it was cold, I had taken off my jacket as we started moving the big furniture. She had to help me with the couch, but the rest of it I foolishly moved on my own, trying to display my strength to her. Through out the day, she was warming up to me more and more as we worked, her hands on my shoulders or on my leg during breaks. At one point, as we took a smoke break, she leaned against me and rested her head against my shoulder.

Evening was approaching rapidly, and in the winter hours, it was turning dark by 5 in the evening. We took the last of her boxes, which was mostly clothes and separated what would go to her new place and what would go into storage. I found a box in the corner of her empty bedroom as she vacuumed the floors. It was filled with her panties and bras, and I felt a rush of heat burn my face as I looked inside. I was tempted to smell them, but I held back. In the end, I'm glad I did because she walked in just as I closed the box.

"I found your unmentionables," I said coyly.

"I figured at some point this evening you would," she said, "That's it really. This is the last box, plus the vacuum cleaner. Pizza should be here in about a half hour, would you like a beer?"

"You bet," I smiled, ready for a cool brew. She had the heat cranked up to maximum so we could sit casually on the floor and eat without being bundled up. We sat and talked about work for a while as we drank the six-pack of Bud, not really paying attention to how much we were drinking. I capped off my third while Sandy hit her fourth.

"You better slow down," I said as she giggled at me, "You still have some driving to do tonight."

"There's a lot I have to do tonight," she said as she scooted next to me, her face just inches from my own, "I'm not drunk, just a little buzzed. But it takes the edge off me, the shyness. I had five of these before I came over to your place that night."  

"Courage in a bottle, eh?"

"No," she shook her head as she licked her lips, "Only a push in the right direction."

She leaned forward and kissed me so softly it felt like she had silk for lips. Her kisses were small and needful as she put her hands on mine. I uncrossed my legs and got to my knees as she did the same, and we embraced each other. Her mouth was sweet with the taste of beer as we engaged in long, passionate kisses. Our hands began to roam over each other, our breathing picking up pace a bit. In the middle of the empty living room floor on her very white carpet, we started something that there was no turning back from.

She tugged at the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head as our tongues parried with each other. I pulled her sweatshirt off and found she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gorgeous breasts pointed out towards me as we kissed, my hands gently caressing them, rubbing her nipples. We lowered to floor in a full embrace, and I suckled on her neck as she murmured in my ear, her hand rubbing my crotch.

"I want this," she whispered to me, her breath hot against my skin as she undid her jeans and kicked them off. I followed suit, yanking my jeans and boxers down together with one hand. I fumbled with my boots and socks for a moment and then we were naked. We rolled together across the carpet, or genitals rubbing together and getting ready for the inevitable as we tongued each other. I focused my attention on her breasts, holding her arms out and away from her as I licked and suckled them, teasing them with my tongue.

I worked my way down to her belly and kissed her across her smooth midsection, dragging my tongue down to her patch of pubic hair. I kissed down one of her thighs and to her calve, and then back up again slowly. Each kiss was hot and wet as I approached her pussy, skipped it and went down her other leg, repeating the process.

"You tease," she laughed through a moan.

"I gotta make this memorable for you," I said as I rested her thighs on my shoulders and laid on my stomach, my mouth only an inch away from her soaked, sweet smelling pussy. My cock felt painfully full as it pressed against the coarse fiber of the carpet under the weight of my body. I licked her slit once, and then twice slowly; letting my tongue taste her and feel the soft, hot flesh of her mound. I heard her gasp a little as I slid my tongue into her, circling and twisting a little as I probed her. My hand stretched to her breasts and I began tweaking her nipples, pulling on them and gently kneading in time with my licking and suckling. I started rubbing her clit with my tongue, circling and nibbling, as her breathing became short and fast. I felt her nipples become rock hard between my fingers as I continued. I inserted one finger into her and began finger fucking her as I worked her clit.

Sandy was moaning now, her voice calling out with a lust and pleasure I had only heard in her climax during the threesome.

"Oh God, Oh yes, oh yes," she whimpered through her gritted teeth as I felt her pussy tighten and then spasm. Her orgasm was as tremendous as the one in my apartment, squirting her fluids out in a small but steady stream. Her fingers dug into the carpet, seeking purchase as she rode the orgasm. I kept stimulating her clit even more as her hips bucked and swayed, determined not to let up. She was beginning to hump her hips faster and faster, her voice a staccato to her erratic breathing. Finally she stopped, unable to go any further. She lay there for a moment, her breasts heaving as she calmed herself down.

She rolled me onto my back and straddled me, her back facing me as she lowered herself onto my throbbing prick. I slid in and had to catch my breath. She felt so good, so hot and tight around me. She braced her self with her hands on the floor and leaned back as she began riding me. I held her hips as we fucked, trying hard not to let my seven-inch cock slid out of her by mistake and get slammed, hurting us both. I thought I was going to come immediately, but I somehow held off and began to get our rhythm down. She bounced on me, her hair swinging wildly with each thrust. We were both moaning each other's names as we picked up our speed, losing ourselves in the moment as the sensation and instincts took over.

Without warning, I orgasmed and blew my load so hard it almost hurt. Sandy felt me release and cried out, "YES!"

She turned around and she laid on top of me, somehow managing to keep my cock inside her as she did it. We laid for a long time kissing as my cock ebbed and finally went flaccid inside her. I could feel our cum leaking out of her, over my balls and ass and onto the floor. 

"Wow," I said, looking at her with what I am sure was stupid grin.

"Wow," she agreed and then looked over my head, behind me. Her eyes went wide and she buried her face in my neck. "Oh no."

"What, what is it?" I asked. I twisted my head around to see the big bay window of the living room, framing the pizza delivery guy as he stood at the glass pane. A large patch of fogged up glass covered most of his face, but it was clear he was watching and enjoying it.

I looked at Sandy, my eyes wide and ready to laugh.

"Pizza's here," she said.



C.N.A. Story Ch. 05



"So how about dinner?" I asked as I rolled Mr. Jones over and proceeded to change out his soiled incontinence pad. Normally, the odor that curled up from Jones was enough to peel lead paint of a wall, but I had finally been one step ahead of my infamous comatose patient. The Vicks Vapor-Rub I had smeared under my nose protected me from his eye watering bowel distress.

Linda looked at me and frowned as she checked the blue, ribbed plastic lines on the respirator hooked to Jones. "How can you possibly think about food at a time like this?"

"I'm not thinking about food," I winked as I wiped and tossed the rags into the dirty linen barrel a foot away from the bed.

"Neither was I," she countered, her eyes watering from the stench, "Got any more vapor-rub?"

"Yeah, in my pocket," I smiled and jutted my right hip out. Linda came around the corner of the bed to me, her bright blue eyes checking for anyone in the hall as she went. I was always in awe of her and it seemed every movement she made from the mundane to the monumental had some sexual subtext for me. Her shoulder length blonde hair was slightly feathered today, her scrubs a dark blue that made her eyes look like windows to the Caribbean ocean. She slid her hand into my pocket, and instead of grabbing the small jar of vapor-rub she pushed her way over to my crotch.

"You are evil," I laughed as I finished Mr. Jones and rolled him into position. Her hand gentle massaged my balls through the fabric as I stood up straight.

"Just very horny," she smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

"Let me wash my hands first," I smiled broadly, motioning to my soiled gloves.

"That goes without saying," she scrunched her nose up in a face of revulsion as she looked at the nasty latex gloves.

"So how's you're asshole of a boyfriend?" I pulled off the gloves and tossed them into the red waste bucket as I walked into the bathroom. I turned on the water, and it immediately began steaming.

"He suspects something," Linda said casually as she stood in the doorway. I could see her looking at my ass in the reflective surface of the mirror as I scrubbed my hands. She added, "He falls short in a lot of ways, but paranoia is his specialty."

"Everyone's gotta have some kind of talent," I shrugged.

"What an asshole," she muttered. She shook her head in disgust, and as she did her hair swept around like the girls in the shampoo commercials do. I wondered if she knew that at forty-five, she still put to shame every woman in the hospital both young and old?

I slipped my arms around her and kissed her softly on the lips. "He's doesn't know what he's got."

"Am I being a bitch about this?" she asked my, her huge breasts pressed against me comfortably, "Am I asking too much of life?"

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Some guys just can't their shit together. That's not your fault."

"He doesn't even really like my son," she sighed.

"Which one?"

"The little one from my last marriage," she said, "He's five now, and he's just the cutest thing ever."

"Well he sprang from your loins," I replied as I kissed her again, "How could he help but be anything else?"

"You are so good for my ego," she purred and kissed me, our tongues rolling and tangling together as our hands began to wander. She slid her palm down over my crotch and felt my growing erection as I massaged her ass.

"God I love your body," she whispered, "And your cock is just right..."

"I'm the porridge Goldilocks chose," I smirked.

"You are creamy," she laughed as she squeezed my balls.

"How did we turn that fairy tale into a sexual innuendo?" I chuckled.

"You can make anything into a vague sexual reference if try hard enough."

"Anything?" I asked doubtfully as she started reaching into my pants, her finger nails tickling my waist as she went.

"Sure," she nodded, her eyes locked with mine, "Try me."

"Okay," I tried to think as she slipped past the elastic of my briefs, "Grandma's cookies?"

"Mmmmm," she said huskily as she took my hand and sucked my finger into her mouth, "Because Grandma's cookies are always hot and moist and juicy..."

"Juicy cookies?" I managed.

Her tongue circled around the tip of my index finger as she grasped the shaft of my cock and said, "Are you trying to debunk my theory?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Good," she smiled and kissed me again as she stroked my dick, taking time to slowly stimulated every last part of my seven and a half inch long cock. Linda could turn me on so fucking fast it made my head spin. She was so good at everything, every aspect of sex that I felt like I would never run out of surprises with her. She was the first woman I had ever been with who actually turned me to putty with just a look. God, she had power.

"You have a thick cock," she commented.

"Thank you," I managed.

"No, thank you..."

"So, dinner sound good?" I breathed into her ear as she jacked me off. I buried my face in her neck as she stroked, inhaling her lavender perfume and becoming even more lost in her rhythmic movements.

"Sounds great," she nodded and then pulled back, looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"There's one hitch though..."

"Okay."

"My son will have to come with me," she said apologetically, "I don't have a babysitter that will watch him past seven o 'clock here."

"Hey, no worries," I smiled as I ran my fingers through her hair, "We'll just have to be creative."

"Really?" she asked hesitantly, "You don't mind?"

"No," I kissed her hand, "Not at all."

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes filled with a thousand words as we shared a silent moment. "You are so different."

"For better or worse," I shrugged.

She smiled and kissed me again. We straightened the room up and left separately, Linda first and me a few minutes later. My bulge was still like a scale model of Mount Everest and I didn't want anyone seeing me walking around with a stiffy. I felt my pager buzz and vibrate against my hip as I walked down the hall. I looked and saw room 3 needed help, so I grabbed some clean linen off the cart and went on my way. Linda was busy at her station. As I passed, we exchanged a brief glance and secret smile that made me feel better than I ever had before in my life.

***

I got home around seven that night, worn out and exhausted. The entire day had been a marathon, almost everyone suffering from the same bowel disorder as poor Mr. Jones. The Vicks was still strong under my nose, and my eyes felt as though the lids were made of thick sandpaper. I slipped my shoes off at the door and staggered across my living room, dropping my coat on the couch and my keys on the kitchen table. The phone was blinking red in the dim light, indicating someone had called during the day. I knew it had to be creditors, so I just decided to pass on that for the moment.

I stripped away my scrubs and tossed them into the plastic bag hanging from the wall. I never ever put my scrubs with my regular laundry, as all kinds of nasty shit could build up on you during the day as you wiped asses and bathed people. My back felt strained as I pulled my boxers off and sat down on the edge of the tub. Normally, I take showers, but tonight a bath looked really good. The thought of really hot water massaging my body into submission was too good to ignore. I looked at my watch and figured Linda wouldn't arrive for another half hour or so.

In the almost scalding water, which was a nice change from the frigid weather outside, I simply let myself unwind. From my bedroom, I could hear my stereo playing Charlotte Church quietly. Her voice always seemed to calm me, which was strange considering my tastes lean more towards Areosmith and Eric Clapton. I closed my eyes and thought of Linda, our first time together, tearing at each other in the women's bathroom at the hospital. I recalled with an amazing clarity the fine details of the experience; the feel of her skin, the touch of hands against my naked body, the warmth of her mouth around my cock, the unbelievable silkiness of her large breasts. I remembered her moans and the way she looked as we fucked each other, and that moment when the words were spoken that had set the tone for our relationship, "I love you." Then, the sound of my doorbell startled me back to reality.

I splashed up out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my waist. I nearly tripped over my recliner as I raced through the living room, dripping wet. Through the peek-hole, I saw that she was early. In the rounded, skewed vision of the small porthole in my door, I saw a tuft of dark hair and a red jacket standing beside her, not taller than her hips. In one hand she had with her a large pizza and in the other a six pack of beer. She never ceased to impress me.

"Hey you," I smiled as I opened the door. The boy seemed a little wary of me as I welcomed them in, clad in only a towel. His large blue eyes had clearly been handed down from Linda, bold and beautifully innocent. "I just got out of the tub," I said to him.

"Okay," he shrugged and stepped in.

"Hey baby," Linda kissed me gently as she put the beer in my hands, "I like this new look."

"Thank you," I smiled as I closed the door. I put the beer on the counter and hurried to put my sweats and a t-shirt on as Linda took off her coat and got the her son settled in. I brushed my teeth real quick and then went back into the living room.

"Steven," she smiled as she opened the pizza box, "Don't make a mess."

The boy nodded hungrily as he held his styrfoam plate out.

"What did you get?" I asked, grabbing two of the beers and a handful of paper towels.

"Pepperoni," she replied.

"A woman after my own heart."

"A woman seeking to get in your sweats..."

"Yes you are," I grabbed her ass as I passed her on my way to the couch. She was still in her scrubs as she passed out the pizza, and I could see right down the V-neck of her top. Her breasts hung there, restrained only by her black bra, looking milky and absolutely irresistible. I looked over and found Steven staring at my questioningly.

"Everything okay, man?" I asked as I took a bite of pizza.

"Uh huh," he chirped as he gorged himself.

Linda sat down in the chair caddy-corner to the couch and started eating. I popped open the beers and passed one to her, which she took and winked at me knowingly.

"Thank you for dinner," I said through a mouthful of pizza.

"Well, you're making desert," she smiled, "Grandma's cookies?"

I laughed. "You bet."

She took a drink of beer, and then said, "So Sandy called me the other day."

I nodded. It had only been a few weeks since Linda and I had engaged in a threesome with Sandy, and only a week since Sandy and I had gone solo. Linda had been fine with it, but ever since it had happened, I had felt bad for some reason. While the sex with Sandy was great, somehow it had felt like a betrayal of Linda. I asked, "What did she say?"

"That you were fantastic," Linda said, wiping some of the sauce off her lip with a napkin, "But that she felt bad."

"Oh yeah?" I took a long drink off my beer.

Linda nodded, "Yeah, she felt like she was infringing on us."

"I felt the same way, actually," I confessed as I helped myself to another slice of pizza.

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said, "I know you said it was okay, and that we're not a couple or anything, but it just didn't feel right to me in the end."

"Maybe that's because the pizza guy saw you two fucking on the floor of her apartment," Linda laughed.

"You should have seen the look on his face," I smiled.

Steven spoke up and innocently asked, "What's fucking?"

Linda's eyes went wide with embarrassment, as if she had forgotten her son was here, and swallowed her beer hard. She looked at me and then at him, uncertain of how to respond.

"Oh no, Steve," I shook my head, "Your mom said 'ducking,' not 'fucking'... fucking is a very bad word, and you never want to use it, okay?"

"Oh," he nodded, not understanding at all, "What's ducking?"

"It's another word for vacuuming," Linda replied and patted his head. Steven smiled broadly at her and then at me, and all was right with the world again.

I put on a movie, "Superman" with Christopher Reeves, to entertain the boy as he stretched out on the floor and made himself comfortable on the blankets I had piled there for him. I laid out a blanket on the couch and then added a couple comforters on as well, making a nice place for us to get cozy.

"I shouldn't lay on your clean blankets with these scrubs on," she said to me as we tidied up the kitchen, her breath hot in my ear.

"That's true," I agreed as wiped off the countertop, "Would a T-shirt do?"

"I think so," she laced her arms behind my neck and kissed me so passionately and slowly that I was afraid my dick was going to rip right out of the sweats like the Incredible Hulk on steroids through a wall. She was like a walking, talking aphrodisiac for me, complete with a killer body and hypnotic eyes.

I pulled the biggest shirt I had out of my dresser and let her change while I settled in on the couch, waiting for her like a kid does for presents on Christmas Eve. I turned off all the lights, and only the soft glare of the television set illuminated the room. I decided to be bold and removed my sweats and t-shirt, hiding myself under the blankets as a surprise for her. She walked out slowly, and I saw the t-shirt only came down far enough to cover her ass. It was pushed out in the front from the bulk of her now braless tits, offering a tantalizing view of her crotch. I saw only naked skin in the brief glimpses of her naked pussy as she walked. She did a little courtesy and asked, "How do I look?"

"Fantastic," I said, my eyes glued to her.

"Thank you," she said as she sat down with me, stretching out and snuggling under the comforters. My couch was big enough to hold us both, the back cushions removable allowing for a space the size of twin bed. Her body slid against mine, and she looked over to me as she touched my naked skin. 

"You didn't?" she smiled as she grasped my cock and then said, "Oh you did. You're naked."

"I know," I laughed as we began kissing. The whole day had been spent teasing each other every chance we got, at one point Linda pulling down the neck of her top and exposing her left breast to me as I made a vacant bed. I quickly licked her nipple as I worked, and then we went about our business as if nothing had happened. But here we were, and now it was finally coming to fruition. We must have had sex a hundred times in the couple of months we had been together, but every time was as exciting as the first. We couldn't get close enough to each other, our tongues couldn't reach far enough in and our hands couldn't touch enough as we explored each other.

I ran my hands through her soft blonde hair as we tasted each other, our tongues sliding wetly together in long, sensual motions. Her hands were wrapped around my cock and gently jerking me off. Her motions were precise and exact as she stroked my stony length, paying special attention to my swollen head as she went. I looked over with one at her son, who was watching the television intently.

"We could scar him for life if he sees us," I cautioned, suckling on her bottom lip.

"We'll be creative," she smiled, "He'll freak out if we leave him alone..."

"We can't have that," I whispered as I massaged her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples.

"That makes me so wet," she confided in my ear as she rubbed my balls, "And I really can't wait until he goes to sleep to have you. I want you now..."

"You're a screamer," I said as I pulled her to me, my cock pressing against her soft flesh, "You think you can keep quiet?"

"We can find out," she said, her tongue running over my lips.

"Yes we can," I agreed, taking another look at him. He was still glued to the set.

Linda slipped off the t-shirt and pulled me close to her, our bodies hot against each other. I embraced her and kissed her neck as she rubbed her pussy against my thigh. She brought her lips to my ear and whispered, "Fuck me."

I felt myself jolt at her words, "I love it when you talk dirty."

"How's this for dirty? Fuck me with that big, thick cock of yours," she whispered playfully and licked my ear, "Take your big dick and put it in my pussy. Fuck me, baby."

I smiled. "You should have been a phone sex operator."

"How do you know I wasn't?" she ran her fingernails up and down my back, "The schooling for respiratory therapists isn't cheap..."

"Nice," I laughed as we kissed again. I then laid her back and went under the covers. I kissed my way down her neck and chest, running my tongue around her ribs and then up the side swell of her left breast. Her skin was always silky and smooth, so soothing to the touch that I always let my face rub against it whenever we made love together. I cupped her right breast in one hand, rolling and pulling the nipple as I sucked on her left. I could hear her moaning in the back of her throat, a sound sexier than any I had ever known. It was full of need and approval, an audio aphrodisiac that made my stomach tingle and cock harden even more.

I dragged my tongue down between her breasts and over her soft stomach, leaving behind a wet trail of hot kisses. I circled her navel and then started French kissing the smooth, short distance between her navel and the beginning of her vagina. I bunched myself against the arm of the couch, quickly running out of room. Linda scooted up further on the couch to give me some space to work as I propped her legs up on my shoulders. It was getting extremely hot under the thick blanket and I could feel sweat beading on my upper lip and forehead.

I inhaled deeply, her scent sweet and inviting as I brought my lips to her sex. I kissed her swollen mound gently, letting my tongue slid out and caress her out lips. I heard her gasp a little as I ran my tongue slowly and firmly from one end of her slit to the other. Her sweet juice tantalized my taste buds, and I started to work my way into her, exploring every curve and fold of her inner workings. My face was beginning to get very wet as I buried my tongue in her pussy. Linda's thighs tensed around my neck and face as I ate her out, her hands running though my short hair. I slid my hand ups her body and began tweaking her nipples, pulling and gently pinching.

"Yes," she whispered to me as her hips slowly started to rock back and forth. It was boiling in the small space between the blanket and the couch, and I was pouring sweat as our combined body heat cooked me.

I then turned my attention to her clit, which was now hardened and protruding out. I flicked her sensitive button with my tongue and teased it. Her whole body tensed, and I could hear her sucking in air, desperate to hold back the throaty, sensual moans I had become accustomed to. Her hands were tight on my head as I suckled on her clit, her fingers massaging my scalp and pulling me even closer to her. 

The blanket lifted up from above, and from the opening, I saw Linda's face. Her massive breasts almost blocked my view of her as she looked down at me and whispered, "He's asleep."

I nodded and began attacking her clit. She jumped a little, moving backwards and further up the arm of the couch. I could hear her breathlessly repeating over and over again the same phrase, "Oh please, oh please yes, oh please, oh please yes..."

"You're going to make me cum," she hissed as she drew the blanket back and uncovered us. The blast of cool air was wonderful and exciting as we exposed ourselves. Her nipples were erect and prominent, boldly standing out from her areolas. I managed to get a glimpse of her son, lying on the floor and fast asleep. I prayed he wouldn't wake up as I drove her closer to her orgasm. I felt her pussy spasm against my lips and knew we were close the climax. I began nibbling on her clit gently yet swiftly, and she couldn't help but utter a small, high-pitched moan. I alternated each nibbling motion with a fast flick of my tongue. This maneuver was my ace in the hole, a sure fire trigger for an orgasm that I had discovered about her in our first week together.




C.N.A. Story Ch. 05



Her whole body froze and she cried out. The orgasm seared through her, making her chest and face flush a dark red as she gasped for air. I sat back and wiped my face off. Her fluids were sticky in my goatee, and I did my best to wipe them off. She sat up and ran her hands over my toned torso, looking at me with her wide, beautiful blue eyes. She smiled broadly and said, "Come here."

I was only too happy to oblige as we settled back into our missionary position on the couch. Her pussy was so hot and wet against my throbbing cock. I rubbed myself against her as we embraced and kissed each other almost violently.

"I love what you do to me," she smiled as I suckled on her neck, moving the head of my cock into position, just barely pushing against her outer lips.

"Well, you make it so easy to want to give my all," I replied, "You're hard to resist..."

"My boyfriend never makes me feel like you do," she looked at me seriously for a moment.

"How do I make you feel?" I asked, my cock beginning to push in a little.

She stroked my cheek gently, and it was the most gentle and pure touch she had ever given me. "You make me feel beautiful."

I shook my head. "Linda, don't you know that all you ever needed for that was a mirror? You've always been beautiful."

"I love you," she said softly, "I really do."

"I love you," I smiled back.

"I don't want to share you," she said, her eyes looking to me with such a sweet vulnerability, "Okay?"

I nodded and kissed her. "I'm all yours."

And with that I slid in up to the hilt, my balls resting against her ass. We slowly kissed, our breathing hot and rapid as our tongues danced together. Each time our lips touched, it was an act of making love in and of itself. Purpose and need filled every lick, every thrust and every moan as we found our rhythm and started picking up speed. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth under my thrusts, moving of their own accord and turning me on even more than I already was. Her smooth legs slid up and wrapped around me, squeezing me to her as she tightened her pussy around me.

In the electric blue light of the television screen, she had a heavenly glow to her, her skin glistening with a light perspiration as we locked our eyes together. Her mouth was parted in a sexy half smile of approval as he humped each other, working towards our climax, feeding off our mutual love for one another. I could feel my orgasm coming fast, and made to pull out when she pulled me tight again.

"No," she looked at me, "No... I want to feel it inside me."

"But what about-"

"Don't worry about it," she smiled, closing her eyes. I felt her hand slide down and begin rubbing her clit furiously as we continued. Her face contorted in a grimace of ecstasy as she fought for her second orgasm of the evening. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, squeezing me and making the slippery friction of my passage almost overwhelming. I could see stars circling in front of my eyes as she suddenly pulled me close, grabbing my neck and kissing me hard as she came. She moaned into my mouth, her pussy spasming and drenching my groin. The hot flood of juices caused my own orgasm to explode inside her. I went rigid and groaned as quietly as I could, my hands digging into the couch. Finally, the instinctual humping subsided and we lay there together, still coupled and thoroughly exhausted.

I looked over to the floor, sweat stinging my eyes and saw her son, still asleep and peaceful. I looked to her and kissed her softly on the lips, holding her and loving her.

"Are you staying all night?" I asked her as my cock receded in her vagina.

"I'd like to," she said.

"You feel like sleeping?"

"Not at all."

"Me neither," I agreed.

"You know," she looked at me, "You're going to have to get this couch cleaned."

"I didn't think about that," I laughed, noticing the blanket I had laid down under us had soaked through., "I'm sure our mixed cocktail of crotch juice probably won't age well."

"Ewww," she squinted, "Gross."

I looked at her again. "I love you so much."

She smiled and kissed me again. 

"I love you too."