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The Nun

By: justanotherjoe



Some people might find this story offensive, but it is actually based on true events. People sometimes forget that nuns are human too. These days many of them leave a celibate life and start another life. This is one woman's story.

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I was a nun for 12 years before I finally left and discovered my true self -- my true sexual self. I was raised Catholic and pushed into religious life from a young age by my strict Catholic parents. I went to Mass and attended parochial schools my whole life. I never had a real date -- only a quick kiss from a boy after he walked me home from a dance -- a 15 second peck on the lips, no tongue. By the time I graduated from St. Margaret's H.S. Academy, it was pretty well decided I'd become a nun. My teachers wanted it. My parents wanted it. I am not sure I ever really wanted to, but by junior year I had convinced myself that what my parents wanted for me was what I wanted too.

In the convent, I took college classes and studied hard since there wasn't much else to do except pray. I never really bonded closely to my fellow sisters, so it was a solitary life with a lot of alone time, but I kind of liked it. Still, I often longed to be out in the world, working in the Inner City and doing social work -- doing God's work with the poor.

By the time I took my final vows, I had a BA with a double major in religious studies and social work. My first assignments were brief -- a school, a nursing home, and a day care center. But what I wanted to do was work in the city parishes of downtown Detroit and I finally got my wish. My order is fairly modern and we didn't wear habits -- just conservative street clothes and a large gold cross around the neck.

St Andrew's was a small, run-down church that had once been a busy parish but was now 1/3 full on Sundays and had a leaky roof and a broken pipe organ. In fact, we didn't even have our own priest. Father Murphy covered three parishes. He was based at St. James but said two masses at St. Andrew's -- Saturday evening and Sunday morning. The rest of the time, the elderly Black parishioners on the Church Council ran everything, and I was assigned to be their special minister.

The Chairperson of the Council was an 82 year-old woman -- a nice lady but a weak leader, so I found myself practically running the Church singlehandedly, chairing several committees, and doing all the bill-paying and bookkeeping myself. I was only 24 and ran prayer groups, helped at Mass and other services, visited the sick and elderly, etc. People started to think of me as the pastor, even though I had no such rank or authority. 

Part of my duties was overseeing maintenance in that leaky old building. When our old African-American janitor died, I was pleased that his 25-year old son asked to take over the job. I happily agreed, even though it was well known he'd had a colorful juvenile arrest record and had been fighting off bouts of alcohol abuse. Like his father, Jeb was a good worker and was good at fixing things. But he had a tendency to fall off the wagon and start drinking if nobody kept an eye on him. I made a point of giving him close supervision. He was charming and we became fast friends. And I admit, I didn't mind seeing him labor around the church. He often worked shirtless on hot days, and the shiny black skin covering his well-chiseled and heavily-muscled upper body glistened in the sunlight. I tried not to stare, but it was beautiful and it seemed harmless enough to sneak a glance at his chest -- after all, his body was a work of God, right?

One night, I was locking up and saw the mop and bucket still in the main aisle of the church with the floor unfinished. I went looking for Jeb and saw light coming from under the door of the maintenance shop/storage room. I suspected he was drinking again and burst in. Jeb was there all right, and he had been drinking. But what I hadn't expected was to see him sitting back, reclined against some large boxes of toilet tissue, with his denims at his knees and his fist wrapped around his erection. He quickly covered himself with a magazine he was holding in his other hand -- one with pictures of naked women on the cover. Embarrassed even more than he was, I exited quickly. He slipped out the back way and I finished mopping the floor myself.

The next day he came to the church office and apologized, asking for forgiveness, and promising he would go back to the AA meetings. I sat him down and talked with him. He sounded legitimately sincere and contrite, so I sent him back to work. I mention this because from that moment on, every time I laid eyes on Jeb, all I could think of was the vision of him and his large erection. No matter how much I prayed to God for forgiveness for thinking evil thoughts, they never went away. Jeb was a constant reminder of my vows to sacrifice sex forever and to never let it be part of my life.

I counseled Jeb many times, helping him work through his alcoholism. I supervised his work closely to make sure he didn't backslide. But still, even after 3 months, I couldn't look at his face without thinking about his penis. It was the only man's penis I had ever seen, and its dark skin, veiny shaft, and pinkish knob on top took me completely by surprise. I had thought men's penises looked like the line drawing I had once seen in a biology book that showed a short, downward curving hose-like structure with a triangular nozzle at the end. I knew men had them for urinating, but -- to show how naive I was then -- it had never occurred to me that it would look so large and different when the man was aroused. I couldn't stop thinking about it and began to worry if my chosen vocation was really such a good idea. If I was so obsessed with sex, should I still be a nun?

I loved my work in the parish. And, happily, the parishioners -- most of whom were quite old -- seemed to love me. I enjoyed the work, but began to long for the life of a wife and mother, like the people I saw in the outside world. Father Murphy was of little help, and I didn't dare tell him of my obsession with our janitor's erect penis.

I tried denial, but in hindsight, denial only got me into deeper trouble. Jeb and I spent a lot of time together, talking, counseling, as well as work supervision. We grew closer as friends, and my denial of my feelings, made it possible for intimacy to grow between us. 

Jeb called in sick one day, leaving a voice mail, which didn't raise any concerns. But late that night, I heard the sounds of someone stumbling around in the church foyer around 9 pm. I investigated carefully. I found Jeb, and I could smell the booze on his breath from six feet away. He was drunk and singing loudly, and almost falling down with each unsteady step. I rushed over, put one of his arms around me and helped him to the church office and let him collapse into a chair. 

I tried to talk to him but he was far too drunk to be either coherent or remorseful. Remorse might have to wait until the morning. I let him dry out awhile, knowing he was in no shape to walk home. When he said he wanted to leave, I kept him seated, and kept him talking to me. But finally he got up and announced he was walking home. I didn't want to see him stumble into the road in front of an oncoming car, so when he began to stumble out, I rushed over and caught him as he began to tip over. We ended up in an embrace with my face pressed into his throat. 

"Thizzz izzz nice," he slurred.

I looked up at him and before I knew what happened, he was kissing me. For a few long sinful seconds, I kissed him back, but then caught myself and let him fall back into the chair. 

"I gotta be goin'" he said as he stood up again and began to tip over.

Once again, I grabbed him, and I found our lips locked in a kiss. This time, I let the kiss linger for a few moments, and even let him push his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away when I felt one of his hands grab my breast. I blame myself. He was drunk, but I was sober and should have known better. I guess I was weak, and fell victim to our intimate friendship, his neediness and my repressed sexual desires.

I didn't let him kiss me again. I got a blanket and let him sleep it off in the maintenance room. But later, safe in my own bed in the parish residence, I lay back thinking of him. I closed my eyes and tried to pray and ask God's forgiveness, but all I saw on the inside of my eyelids was Jeb's erection.

Things went back to normal for a couple of months. Jeb went to AA and got sober again. I counseled him and listened to his troubles, but we never spoke of what had happened that night. It was the elephant in the room we never acknowledged. I suspected Jeb was embarrassed too and may have felt just as guilty about it as I.

But then it happened again. I had just finished a novena and rosary session with the ladies prayer group and was locking up the church, when I heard someone near the church office door, calling out my name. I finished locking and rushed over. As I got closer, I recognized Jeb's voice. 

He had been drinking again, but was far more stable and capable of walking this time.

"Ah need to talk wiff you," he said. "Ah bin drinkin' and ah need you to help me stop."

"Okay, c'mon in to the office and sit down. I'll make some coffee and we'll talk."

This time I let him walk to the chair under his own power. He wobbled slightly but seemed to have sufficient balance to get there on his own.

"I'll make some coffee and be right back."

I found the coffee but had trouble finding the filters, and began opening and closing the kitchen cabinets. I didn't hear him enter, but I heard the door latch close and lock. I looked over and Jeb was leaning against the door, staring at me.

"Go back and sit down, Jeb. I'll bring the coffee to you." He shook his head no and began walking toward me.

I backed away until my back was pressed against the countertop. Jeb was a foot in front of me and slowly moving closer. His breath reeked of gin. I could tell he was going to kiss me. I suddenly reached up and slapped him hard across the face. He was stunned momentarily, but shrugged it off and smiled at me. When I went to slap him again, he caught my arm and bent it behind me. Then he forced his mouth on mine and kissed me hard.

I resisted for the first two minutes, but even drunk, Jeb was far too strong. I realized my best chance was to play along and hope he'd let his guard down long enough for me to escape. When his tongue pressed into my mouth, I played along and kissed him back. I wasn't really going along with it. Or was I?

When his hand touched my breast, I thought there was a narrow opportunity to break away from him. But he felt me moving almost before I could twitch and he quickly pinned me again.

"Now, don't you be runnin' off, sista. We jes be gittin started."

I cursed myself for attempting an escape so quickly when there was so little chance. I knew I had to wait until his guard was down. And now his guard was way up. I turned my head to the side and tried to ignore him feeling up my breasts. I was doing my best to talk him out of what he was doing with a nonstop barrage of pleadings, warnings, threats -- anything I could think to say. 

But he ignored my words and nuzzled my neck. I squirmed, but I have to admit, it felt kind of good. Small waves of pleasure went through me as his persistent kisses stimulated my neck. He aroused my nipples to hardness and my heart was pounding.

"You a real pretty lady," Jeb mumbled as he groped me.

His hand took hold of the top button of my high v-neck blouse, and with a single strong downward swipe, he tore my blouse wide open -- buttons popping off in sequence. He took hold of the heavy gold cross and chain and swung it around my neck until it hung down my back. Then, as he tongue-kissed me hard, his hand roughly forced itself under my bra cup and he began feeling up my breast skin-to-skin. 

No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and I felt a mix of emotions. I felt guilty that it felt good, but simultaneously frightened that this large Black man's long fingers were assaulting my virginal body. I am not sure when it occurred to me that I had stopped fighting and was putting up only token resistance. But by the time he had undone the belt of my long skirt and slipped his hand down inside my panties, I was surprised that my womanhood was wet and tingling. His body weight pressed me backwards against the kitchen countertop. He had his tongue pressing down hard into my mouth, one hand inside my bra and the other sliding down the front of my panties. I probably could have broken away at that point, but I didn't. Maybe I didn't want to.

I felt a stirring against my upper thigh and hip bone. Distracted by his hands groping me, I didn't realize at first that the other limb brushing against me was his fast rising penis. His hand left my panties and wrapped around my waist. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I felt the hard bulge press against my lower abdomen. I didn't have to look at it. I knew what it was. The vision of it had been burned into my memory since that night I had found him masturbating.

With strength I didn't know he had, he lifted me off my feet, spun me around and carried me a few feet until my butt was pressed against the kitchen table. He pushed me backward until I was laying on my back with my legs bent and dangling, and with Jeb on top of me. I struggled and tried to hit him but he was too quick and strong. After blocking me a few times, he pinned both wrists over my head with one hand and began stripping off my clothes with the other.

It didn't take him long to expose my body to his lustful desires. My panties fell to my ankles, blocked from falling off by my clunky shoes, where they acted almost like ropes, keeping me from kicking or using my feet for much. I only had one good opportunity to break away -- when he undid his denims and slid them down to his knees. I immediately sensed his weight lift off me and I used all my strength to twist to one side. I even got my feet on the floor for a few seconds, but the panties that hung at my ankles caused me to lose my balance long enough for Jeb to grab me and pin me back down again.

Jeb stood between my spread knees with his exposed erection ready to take my sacred virginity. He pinned down both of my wrists and rubbed his hard member back and forth between my hips until he felt himself slide into the place he wanted to be. 

"You gonna enjoy this, I promise," Jeb said just before he began pushing into me.

He moved slowly, but he pushed hard and steadily until I felt it penetrate me. The end of it pushed up against and then broke my hymen. He let out a pleasurable "Ahhh" and kept going. He didn't stop pushing until he was all the way up inside me. The fight went out of me. I turned my head to the side and tried to ignore the fact that my friend was raping me.

He began plunging in and out, gradually building up speed. I tried to close my eyes and block it out of my mind, but I felt waves of sexual pleasure rippling through me, which made me feel guilty and joyful at the same time. It seemed the more I tried to ignore what I was feeling, the more pleasurable it became. I am ashamed to say it but when my panties finally fell off my feet, instead of trying to kick him or run away, I lifted my legs up and folded them together behind Jeb's knees, widening my hips so he could plunge into me deeper. He let go of my wrists because Jeb too had realized I was no longer fighting him. Instead he used his full weight to shove his penis deep into me. I let my head fall backward and stared up at the ceiling above and behind me. So this is what sex feels like, I said to myself. I guess I can understand why people like it.

I could hear Jeb getting louder, and from his deep groans I wasn't sure if he was experiencing pleasure or pain. His contorted face and gritted teeth confused me about what he was feeling. His thrusts made my body shiver and shudder each time he brushed my private parts in certain ways. I know I felt guilty for not hating what was happening to me. I had never even masturbated as a teenager, so the feelings of sexual pleasure were completely new to me and I was overwhelmed by their power.

As it became clear that Jeb was nearing some sort of climax -- something I only knew about in a textbook kind of way -- I realized that whatever happened next ran the risk of making me pregnant, since Jeb hadn't bothered with a condom. I panicked and tried to push him away, but it was too late. His orgasm had already begun. Seconds later I felt it. I felt a throbbing inside me and fluids being pumped into me. Jeb let out a final loud grunt, and then collapsed on top of me as dead weight, crushing me onto the table top.

He lay breathing heavily, and I lay still, as his thing shrank and popped out of me. Jeb rolled off me and stood unsteadily looking at me.

"Hope you liked that as much as I did," he muttered as he pulled his pants back up and buckled them. "I'm gonna go home now. You be ok?"

I didn't know how to answer. I just said in a loud stern voice "Get out of here!"

He left quietly and I lay back on the table, re-living the experience and recalling the strange mix of feelings from what had just occurred. I ran through it in my mind. Had I invited it somehow? Was it my fault? Had I seduced him in some way? Could I have fought harder? Had I really found part of it pleasurable?

I felt a small amount of blood flowing and went to the bathroom and washed myself. A few whitish drops of something were still wet and clinging to my thighs. I felt dirty and bloodied, so I washed myself with warm water. No matter how much I washed, I still felt dirty, so I kept washing. Oddly, I knew enough from my social work training to counsel rape victims not to wash or bathe, but I had scrubbed myself raw before it had even occurred to me that I was indeed a rape victim. Your mind works in funny ways in stressful situations -- you don't always act or think the way you would expect when you are clear-headed and watching as a third party. It is very different when something happens to you yourself.

I didn't cry but I felt too guilty to be elated. It was a mix of emotions. Probably the strongest emotion was shame -- I felt I had sinned, and needed to ask God to forgive both of us. I dressed, and walked back to the church, knelt down and prayed.

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I decided not to report it to the police. Instead, I sought professional (confidential) counseling. The counselor listened, helped me work through my issues, and told me I needed to confront my rapist and talk to him about it. He also said I needed to think about my own desires and whether I should continue as a nun. 

The next time I saw Jeb, he was sober and he acted shy -- probably afraid I might still report what he had done to me. I didn't plan to because I felt responsible for what happened -- if not completely, at least partially. Just like in the past, the experience became the unacknowledged elephant in the room. We talked fairly normally but with some degree of awkwardness. I tried hard to be businesslike.

I knew my therapist was right -- that I should talk to him about what happened and I did try to raise the issue a few times, but never got past the small talk or work-related business. It was too hard for me to bring the topic up, so we didn't talk about it.

I think, like many women, I tried to block the experience out of my mind. But I had multiple flashbacks. I found myself dreaming about it -- both sleep-dreaming and day-dreaming. But they weren't nightmares. I remembered the experience with dulled emotions. I remembered the feelings of pain and pleasure, and of course the feelings of shame and guilt for having sinned and violated my vows. If I had been 100% certain that I had not caused it in any way, perhaps I might have reacted differently. But I believed I was more responsible than Jeb was. He could argue that his judgment was impaired by alcohol. I had no such excuse. Hadn't I lusted after him and stared at his shirtless body? Hadn't I encouraged our intimate friendship? Hadn't I let him kiss me? I couldn't tell anyone or report it. I could not tell the police I had fought him because I really hadn't. There were no scratch marks on his face, and no bruises on my body. I had only put up token resistance when he ripped my clothes off. I had let him feel up my breasts, hadn't I? God knew the truth. I couldn't lie and say it was all his fault and that I was an innocent victim. I had to forgive him, ask God to forgive him, and move on.


The Nun



I tried to move on, but couldn't. Instead of feeling anger toward him, I found myself creating opportunities to be around him. I found myself longing for the touch of another human being. I wanted the innocent intimacy we had once shared, but I also could not deny my sexual urges. 

One day, he came in for counseling. I almost sent him away, but knew we had to talk about certain things, and thought perhaps I could bring the topic around to a discussion of what had happened. We did discuss it, but the conversation didn't go the way I had expected.

"Have you asked God for forgiveness?" I asked him. I didn't have to say for what. He knew.

"Nope. Don't think its any of God's business. What happins 'tween you and me is 'tween you and me, no one else. Not even God."

"You don't feel any remorse?"

"No, not really. The only thing ah feel bad about is you don't ... that you don't share ma feelins"

"What feelings? Sexual feelings?"

"Yeah, that too."

"What are you saying, Jeb?"

"I'z sain' I love ya, that's what I'm sayin' But you don't love me. You love God and I can't compete wiff dat."

I was shocked and didn't know what to say.

"It's not that I don't feel any love for you Jeb, I do.... But ... I don't know. I don't know what to say."

He got up and stormed out. "I knew you dint love me."

I thought and prayed about it for days. Then, I made the phone call to set up the meeting that ended my life as a nun. I didn't know what I felt for Jeb. But whatever I felt, I didn't feel I should be a nun anymore. I ended it, even after Father Murphy and several others tried to convince me not to. 

I didn't tell them Jeb had raped me or that I had had sex with Jeb (whichever was closer to the truth). I told them I wanted to live a normal life -- to get married and have children. That part was true. I did. I told the truth, just not the whole truth. Once they accepted my decision, they asked me what I would do, and I had no idea. I hadn't thought that far ahead.

To my surprise, Father Murphy asked me if I would stay on at St. Andrews as a laic minister. They had no one to run things at the church, and would pay me a small salary -- just $20,000 a year, which given the long hours I'd have to put in meant I'd be earning about minimum wage. But at least I'd have a place to live for awhile. I worried about continuing as Jeb's boss, but eventually I let them talk me into taking it for at least a temporary basis. 

I returned to the Church and Father Murphy announced the change in status during Mass. The old folks seemed glad to have me still around, and after a few days, it felt like nothing much had changed. I wasn't wearing my large gold cross around my neck -- just a small silver one like most other parishioners wore. No matter how many times I corrected them, the parishioners still called me "Sister." I finally gave up and let them call me whatever they wanted.

Jeb heard about it somewhere and came to see me. He asked if I was still a nun and I told him no. He looked at me funny, waiting expectantly for me to say something, and then left. 

I thought about Jeb all day. I was a free woman now. I could do whatever I wanted. And all I could think about was my African-American janitor. I didn't know how to tell him I was open to a relationship with him. Even a sexual one.

I decided I had to tell him how I felt about him, but couldn't quite find the right time or words to start the conversation I desperately wanted to have.

Then a few nights later, after locking up the building following the Council meeting, I waited until Jeb had finished mopping the floors and cleaning the bathrooms. It was 9 pm - his usual quitting time and there was light from under the maintenance room door. The vision of him stroking his erection flashed in my head and I wondered if I might find him masturbating again.

I gave a quick knock and walked in. He turned and looked surprised.

"You need me to do somethin'?" he asked.

I said nothing, but closed the door behind me and leaned back against it. We stared at each other silently for several long moments.

Then, slowly, I reached a hand up to my neckline and unbuttoned the top button of my blouse. I saw him flinch slightly in surprise. He gawked in shock and silence as I unbuttoned another one, then another.

I stood there slowly and silently stripping off my clothes. He stood with arms folded across his chest, watching in surprise and delight.

I peeled the halves of my blouse apart, pulled it off each arm and laid it over the back of a wooden chair. I undid the belt and button that held up my skirt, and let it drop to my ankles. I kicked off my loafers and stood there in nothing but bra and panties. Jeb approached closer and stood a few feet in front of me.

"Don' stop now, sista" he said softly.

"You don't have to call me sister. I'm not a nun anymore."

I reached around and unhooked my bra and laid it gently over the back of the chair, then stood back against the door and let Jeb feast his eyes on me. He approached me and took both of my orbs into his hands. He groped and kissed me for several minutes. Then he reached down and slid a hand inside my panties and rubbed the place that made my body shake and shudder. I was nervous being there with him in total nakedness and feeling his hands roaming all over me. My heart was pounding and my chest was heaving. 

Jeb stepped back and stripped off his own clothes. But Jeb moved much faster than I had. He was nude in less than 30 seconds. There was no good place for us to make love horizontally in his maintenance room, so Jeb pressed me up against the door. He lowered his body until his penis could slide into me. He impaled me and we made love standing up against the door. It took only a few minutes because we were both excited.

Neither of us wanted to end the night there. We picked up our clothes and hastened through the darkened halls to the parish residence and my small bedroom. We fell onto my narrow single-width bed. That time we made love slowly and lovingly, with far less urgency, but with more passion and tenderness.

We fell asleep in one another's arms and slept until the light of dawn broke past my window shade.

I got up to use the bathroom and wash up. I came out in my bathrobe and found Jeb standing stark naked next to the bed. He was masturbating himself and had a very large erection.

He crooked a finger at me and I immediately walked over to him and kissed him on the lips. I felt his hardness against my belly between the opening in my bathrobe. I reached down and touched it, and stroked it lovingly.

"You should go. It's almost 6 am and I don't want anyone seeing you leaving here. I'm not a nun anymore but I'm not sure the parish is ready for this."

"Ok, I be leavin', but there's one mo' thing I want from you. One mo' thing you aint done fo' me yet."

"What?" I asked naively.

He pushed me to my knees. I knelt in front of him and looked up at his face. "You want to pray?" I asked him.

He shook his head no, and took his manhood in his hand and swiped it across my lips.

"You ever heard of a blowjob?" he asked me.

I looked at it, stunned. Sure I'd heard of it. I knew what it was. In principle, anyway. I opened my mouth and Jeb leaned forward. I think you can imagine the rest.

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She is married now and has three children. She no longer works for the Church, but loves her job as a social worker in a nursing home. 



The Nunnery



Copyright Oggbashan October 2010

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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I had been helping out at a rural branch of my uncle's Estate Agent business during the summer vacation before I started on my MBA. I was on a year's sabbatical from the investment banker that had employed me for five years since I had graduated with an Economics first. The sabbatical hadn't been wholly voluntary. My employers were reducing their UK staff. I could have an unpaid sabbatical that might end with re-employment, or be made redundant now. 

I chose the sabbatical because I could finance myself for the MBA course, if I was careful. The few weeks' pay for helping my uncle would be helpful.

Unfortunately his local manager thought that I should learn the business by trying to sell the difficult properties. I had managed to sell a couple of houses in poor repair. My share of the commission on their low value hadn't helped my finances much. The assistant manager, Sonia, had just given me two intractable sales to attempt.

One was a parcel of land beside a main road, with no vehicle access. Except for a small mound most of it flooded each winter. Even if I sold it, my cut would be enough for a meal for two in a decent restaurant, no more.

The other was nearby, a fire damaged listed building on the "at risk" register. Called The Nunnery, it was an extensive early Victorian building that had been unoccupied for thirty years since one wing had been destroyed by fire. The owner, a great-granddaughter of the original owner, had moved out after the fire to a lodge cottage. She had died two years ago leaving the ruin to her three granddaughters. The three were stolid farmers' wives. All they wanted was to share the money from the sale and forget their ancestors' status symbol. 

My uncle's business had tried several times to sell The Nunnery, even offering it at auction with no reserve. No one had bid. Any new owner would be pressurised by the heritage lobby to restore it. That would cost millions to produce a building that might not be worth the money spent.

The only prospect, a year ago, had been a newly-rich woman with poor taste who thought that The Nunnery might be a cute weekend cottage. She teetered into our office on impossibly high heels with a tight leopardskin miniskirt. She thought she was God's gift to men but her orange tan and fake breasts repulsed me. 

Her interest in The Nunnery hadn't survived a visit escorted by Sonia. Both of them complained of being pinched and slapped by unseen hands. I hadn't be around to see them but Sonia said her bruises were impressive. She nearly showed them to me, but I think my too-obvious excitement stopped her. I appreciate Sonia and I would have enjoyed seeing the sites of the bruises in places normally covered by her formal office wear. 

But Sonia wouldn't give up on a client. She sold her a dreadful Victorian pastiche manor house with battlements, spires and even a moat. Only someone who was rich enough to buy it on a whim could have considered such a high-maintenance building. 

I wouldn't try to sell a property without seeing it first. The piece of land was easy. I passed it every day driving to and from the office but I hadn't stopped. I would park and look at it closely tomorrow morning and then drive to The Nunnery. I booked out The Nunnery's keys.

"Watch out for pinching fingers!" warned Sonia as I was leaving. I turned back.

"What was it really like?" I asked.

Sonia shuddered.

"It was weird, Ralph. I haven't been pinched like that since fights in the schoolyard. They were vicious, really hard and vindictive. We couldn't stay in the house for more than a few seconds. We had no defence against invisible fingers."

"Have you thought of exorcism or ghost hunters?"

"No. The publicity would deter any potential buyers. We really need to sell it, if only for demolition and rebuild but the heritage lobby wouldn't allow that. Apart from the fire damaged wing it is an attractive building on a good site with extensive grounds. It could be a really great conference centre or, if anyone could afford it, a fantastic family home."

"Come on, Sonia" I said, "that's you in estate agent mode. What do you really think?"

"I mean it, Ralph. Honestly. I like The Nunnery... Or rather I did before I was bruised so extensively. It seems like a place to enjoy oneself. See for yourself but be prepared to run for it if the ghosts start pinching. They hurt."

"I'll be careful and be prepared to leave quickly if I am attacked."

"Do, Ralph. My bruises lasted for weeks but the client was pinched more than I was. Whatever it was didn't like her."

"Neither did I. She was too full of herself."

"Careful, Ralph. We can't afford to dislike clients. We sell property. We don't make judgements. But I privately I might agree. She was a twenty-four carat bitch."

"But you still sold her a property."

"Of course. Money talks even if you don't like its owner. While I remember, another thing. Watch yourself on that roadside bog. Apart from the mound the rest is very sticky mud."

"I'll be careful, Sonia. I'll be wearing wellingtons and I'm a country boy at heart. I've been stomping around in mud since I could walk."

"OK, but take your mobile."

"Never go anywhere without it."

Sonia patted me on a shoulder. I liked that. Over the past few weeks Sonia had become more tactile. She touched me two or three times a day. Every time my instinctive reaction strained at my trousers. Did she know what effect she was having?

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The next morning was damp and misty. I pulled my car off the roadside beside the piece of land, changed into my wellington boots, and as an afterthought took my walking stick. I forced my way through the hedge and squelched along the other side, thinking of possibilities. Unless some of the ditches were bridged or filled in, there was no real access to raised mound. I prodded with my stick before carefully picking my way across the driest part of the ditch. Even so I had to choose my footing carefully. An embedded supermarket trolley helped at the deepest part.

Once on the mound there was some evidence of old masonry. There must have been a building here once. There hadn't been a house within living memory but planning permission might be feasible because it was within the village boundaries. There would need to be a dry causeway if only for the construction. A few tons of hardcore would do.

The mound was larger than I had thought. I had left my long tape measure in the car so I paced it roughly. I worked it out as forty yards by fifty, more than enough for a house, garage and garden. The whole piece of land was probably three hundred yards along the road by one hundred yards deep but most of it was too wet for anything.

The last time we had tried to sell it at auction the reserve price had been seven thousand pounds. There had been no interest at any price.

I walked to the edge of the mound furthest from the road. There appeared to be a drier part in the ditch that was confirmed by old tracks of bicycles and trainers heading in the direction of the nearby housing estate. It couldn't have been a popular place for the local youths or there would have been more litter.

I squelched back to the road. I didn't have any new ideas about how to market a mound in a swamp but now I knew exactly what was, or rather wasn't, there. I changed out of my muddy wellingtons and drove to The Nunnery.

I had to drag the carriage gates open before I could get into the estate. Weeds were encroaching on the metalled drive and the parkland was neglected but the design was still visible. The statuary at the ends of the vistas was too massive, large and heavy to have been stolen. I stopped the car and walked up to one statue. As I had thought from a distant glimpse, the statue was erotic, showing a naked couple enjoying copulation while standing. The smile on the man's face and the ecstasy shown by the woman gave me an erection as I studied them.

I was still erect when I unlocked the back door. Sonia had told me that the front doors were very heavy and stiff. The front door leading to the formal entrance hall was the way to bring in a potential client but I didn't care about making a good first impression.

I had just left the back hall into the servants' quarters when I felt an invisible hand press against my crotch.

"Nice..." a disembodied voice said in my ear.

"Who are you?" I asked as the hand pushed harder against me.

"One of the ghosts, of course. Didn't Sonia warn you?"

"Yes, but you treated her differently, didn't you?"

"Actually we didn't. We pinched that dreadful woman who wanted to buy The Nunnery but told Sonia to pretend she was being pinched. She did, didn't she?"

"Very convincingly," I said ruefully.

"She convinced you, didn't she?"

"Yes."

I jumped as the invisible hand curled around my erection and squeezed gently.

"Careful, please," I implored. "You're holding something precious to me."

"I know, Ralph. I'll be careful -- for now. Why are you here?"

"We've been instructed to sell The Nunnery and I've been told to do it."

"Why don't you buy it? We could make you very happy."

"We? How many of you are there?"

"The resident ghosts are four women. The men visit from time to time but they've become bored because there have been no humans around for years. Mrs Owens didn't count. She had no imagination and didn't know we were here. Her granddaughters are just as bad. They only get excited by crop yields and produce prices. Sexually? They were all boring. Not like Sonia, or you."

"Me?"

"I know that you dream about Sonia. Such revealing dreams. You're even thinking about her now, wishing my hand was hers. It could be, if you bought The Nunnery."

"I can't afford The Nunnery. I can only just afford to live for my year of studying. The Nunnery would need so much money spent on it..."

"But I can show you where to get the money."

"Why?"

"If you go through to The Chapel I'll tell you. I can do more there than here in the servants' quarters that I rarely saw. Will you trust me that far?"

"I don't have much choice while you are holding me..."

"Oh. That. OK. I'll take your arm instead. Hold it out."

I crooked my arm. I felt a hand slide into it. It exerted a gentle pressure to direct me. As I opened the double doors I saw that The Chapel was one of the best preserved parts of the house. It didn't feel quite right as a chapel. There was no altar, just a padded table where the altar should be. The stained glass? It was there but each pane looked like illustrations from the Kama Sutra, detailing various positions for intercourse. The pews had seats three times the width of normal, covered with red plush with red silk covered cushions. 

"Please shut the curtains, Ralph," the ghost's voice asked.

I hadn't noticed that every stained window had red velvet curtains. I closed them. The chapel looked more like a chapel with the erotic glass pictures covered. Light still entered from a gallery around three sides.

"Now shut your eyes for a few seconds until I tell you to open them, please."

I shut my eyes. 

"You can open them now."

Standing in front of me was a woman dressed as a nun. I thought "dressed as" because she wasn't wholly convincing as a genuine nun. Her habit's skirt was far too wide, her headdress didn't fully conceal her brunette hair and her expression was certainly not nun-like with slightly parted red lips. She dropped a curtsey.

"Hello, Ralph," she said, "I'm Cecily."

"Hello Cecily," I replied cautiously. 

Cecily didn't look like a ghost but she didn't seem wholly human. There was a faint indistinctness about her outline and even her face, as if I was looking at her through a smeared window.

"If you turn around I'll introduce you to the others."

Behind me were three more women dressed as nuns. They curtseyed, but did it as if mocking me.

"The one on the left is Mabel."

Mabel curtseyed again, holding the skirt of her habit wide. I bowed to her.

"Hello Mabel."

"In the middle is Abigail, normally called Abbie."

"Hello Abbie."

"And on your right is Norma."

"Hello Norma."

"And you are right. We're not really nuns."

Cecily stood next to Norma. All four of them made the headdresses vanish, shook their hair, and their nuns' habits dissolved. They stood revealed in mid-Victorian formal evening gowns, wide-skirted, bare-shouldered, with breasts bulging out of their dresses. My eyes dropped to the display of bare skin.

"He's a breast man," Cecily announced.

"Are you sure?" asked Norma. "That's all we've shown him so far."

"It might be fun to find out just what he likes," Abbie said.

"Or whether he likes what we like," Mabel added.

"I know he likes Sonia," said Cecily, "but he hasn't done anything about it nor told her."

"Well," Norma said, "he is quite young. Perhaps he hasn't learned to be more direct in his desires. How about this?"

Norma changed before my eyes. Instead of a petite, dark-haired lady with a heart-shaped face she grew to match my height. Her hair became short, layered, fair with blonde highlighting. Her breasts adapted, I presume to match Sonia's that I'd never seen. Norma had become Sonia wearing Victorian costume.

"That's good," Cecily said, "but is it good enough?"

Cecily, Mabel and Abbie also became replicas of Sonia. Mabel's version was different. She was wearing a modern maxi dress in grey jersey that emphasised Sonia's curves. My eyes swung to Mabel's take on Sonia. She laughed.

"See?" She wiggled her hips. "I knew a modern version would work better."

As she spoke the other three changed into matching portrayals.

Mabel came forward and rested a hand on my shoulder. The other three surrounded me and I couldn't tell who was whom among four Sonias. My erection was I insistent. If the real Sonia had been one of them I would have creamed my boxers.

"Enough!" I recognised Cecily's voice. "We need to talk to Ralph. Enjoyment comes later."

All four changed back to their crinolined gowns. 

"Ralph. Come and sit down."

It was an order. I sat down on the edge of a pew. The four women perched on the pew in front of me, their breasts very obvious.

"We, that's all of us, want you to buy The Nunnery and move in with Sonia..." Cecily started.

I wanted to protest. Suddenly Mabel was beside me with her hand across my lips.

"Listen!" she whispered fiercely in my ear.

"We know you haven't got enough money," Cecily continued. "We have a way for you to finance the purchase. You have enough money in the bank for our plan to work. You looked at that piece of land on the way here. Buy it."

I lifted Mabel's hand from my mouth.

"Why? It's worthless."

"As land, perhaps, but there's a treasure on it and we know exactly where it is. As owner, you can find it, declare it as Treasure Trove, and get the money to buy The Nunnery."

"That much money?" I asked.

All four nodded. 

"But why should I buy it? I don't need a massive house and estate."

"We want sympathetic owners," Cecily said, "who will accept us as we are. You and Sonia could be those owners. We know how you two think about sex..."

"I don't know how Sonia..."

"I know you don't. Take our word for it. You two have the same ideas."

"But..."

Mabel's kiss silenced me. Her lips withdrew and her hand covered my mouth again, more firmly this time. Abbie sat beside me and held my hand.

"Ralph! It is taking considerable effort for us to appear like this. We haven't got much time before we must vanish again and just become voices in your head. You need to get closer to Sonia. She wants you. You want her. Stop being shy and get on with it. Ask her out. Tonight!"

Mabel's lips came close to my ear.

"We need you," Mabel said. "Sonia needs you. You can help us, her, and yourself. Buy that piece of soggy land. We'll direct you to the treasure. It will take months before you get any money for Treasure Trove but we can't afford to let anyone else buy The Nunnery. You and Sonia are the first sympathetic people who have visited The Nunnery in nearly one hundred years. It could be a wonderful family house."

Despite myself I blushed. Making a family house means children, with Sonia. Abbie squeezed my hand.

"You'll make a great father," Abbie said. "But now we'll show you some of the advantages of owning a haunted house. Sonia?"

Cecily climbed onto the wide pew and sat down behind me. Her bare arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I slumped against her breasts as her skirt billowed either side of me. One of her hands covered my mouth.

"Just relax, Ralph, and enjoy," she whispered as Abbie's hands unfastened my trousers, pulled them and my boxers down exposing my erection."

"That's what I want," she announced.

She lifted her crinolined skirt and pushed herself forward. Cecily's free hand pulled Abbie's skirt hem up to my neck, covering all of me except my head which was cradled between her breasts. 

Abbie's pussy brushed against my erection and then spread to engulf it. I gasped. Her vagina was ice-cold. Despite myself my erection slumped for a few seconds. As Abbie squeezed with her lower muscles warmth began to return and with it my erection.

Mabel and Norma knelt on the pew either side of me. They lifted their breasts out of the top of their dresses, turning towards me. Mabel's right breast and Norma's left breast replaced Cecily's hand, squashing against my face and pushing the back of my head deeper between Cecily's breasts. My head was the filling in a breast sandwich. All four of them moved together. I snatched a breath when the soft breasts let me.

I don't know for how long they continued. I was lost in their bodies, swamped between their breasts and buried deep inside Abbie. I was at the peak of ecstasy for much longer than I had ever managed before. Five times as long as my longest? Ten times? I had no idea that such protracted bliss was possible. Finally Mabel and Norma smothered me so effectively that I couldn't breathe at all and I came inside Abbie.

As soon as I had ejaculated, Mabel and Norma pulled their breasts away, letting me pant for breath like a landed fish. Cecily's hands gently stroked my head. After a few minutes Abbie eased herself off me leaving her skirt still covering my body.

"That's a sample, Ralph," Cecily said. "We can do better than that. So could Sonia with our help. We are, oops, we were, highly skilled professionals of the sexual arts and we've had years of time to improve our techniques. If you and Sonia owned The Nunnery you could have more pleasure than that every night."

"But," Norma said, "we need some human contact to produce an effect. We have used almost all our stored energy to appear as we have, and to do what we have done with you. It would take weeks to regenerate that energy unless we took it from you. But we can't take that much energy at once. It might kill you. We'll have to take some. You'll feel as if you have had a long night of sexual adventure instead of the hour or so. But you'll survive."

"If you lived here with Sonia," Mabel continued, "we could draw a little energy continuously, so little energy that you wouldn't notice the loss. We could help you to make love all night long for as many nights as you wanted and still start each day as if you had had a good night's sleep."

"But to do that, you need to buy The Nunnery," Cecily said, "and the first step is to buy that waste land with the treasure. Talk to Sonia about it, and about us."

"About you?" I asked.




The Nuptials



Grace Wetherby was watching her daughter walk through the dining room lounge and hallway as if looking for something instead of enjoying the day. Grace looked across the room at her grandson Ian who was dancing with Mrs Margot Chrysler. Grace smiled to herself. The boy was only 18 yrs old but he was dancing so close to the woman old enough to be his mother it looked as if the pair were actuaslly fucking o the floor. "Lucky young sod" his grandmother said to herself and then turned her attention back to her daughter Rachel.

Rachel Kenworthy stood for a moment on the first step of the staircase looking around at all the jollity taking place in her huge house. There were couples sprawled on the four chesterfields in the entrance hall. Sounds of music and laughter flooded in from the huge ballroom. More couples sat or stood around outside on the lawn. This was Rachel's eldest daughters wedding day. Louise had married Edward the son of one of Raymond Kenworthy's partners and frankly Rachel was none too keen on the Chryslers, Charlie Chrysler was rich and powerful as was Raymond and together they appeared to look like a couple of gangsters.

However there was another reason that Rachel was unsure of her new son. He had just danced with her and made no pretence of the fact that he liked women, any woman. As he danced he had pushed his crotch hard into Rachel at the same time holding her bottom so that she could not back off. Unfortunately she realised that she liked it. There was no doubt that Edward was well made, she realised that at the time the thought had entered her mind that Louise would probably get a shock, then she realised just how stupid were her thoughts, obviously Edward had already had Louise. Then the best man, another hard looking crony of the Chrysler's had taken her in his arms and he too had made sure that she knew he had a hard big cock. It was no use complaining to her husband either. he and Charlie Chrysler were already three sheets in the wind being well into the second bottle of malt whisky between them. She also knew that her husband was crude enough, when he had been drinking, to say, words to effect, "Oh don't be such a spoilsport Rachel, the boys only want a fuck, give'em one." 

"Hmm yes" thought Rachel catching sight of her son dancing with Charlie's wife. "There's another who fancies his chances. Must have a word with him shortly."

I'm just as bad, she mused to herself, I wouldn't mind "givin'em one" but one of the 'boys' was her daughters new husband and she did not fancy the other one.

Rachel just hoped that neither of those two would get there hands on her younger daughter Samantha, Ian's twin sister..

Rachel suddenly realised that liking the 'boys' or not had made her quite wet, her panties were soaked so on the spur of the moment she decided to run up to her bedroom and put on a clean pair.

Arriving at the large double doors of her bedroom she stopped dead. Someone was in there, one of the doors stood ajar and from the sounds emanating from the inside someone had the effrontery to be fucking on her bed.

Rachel was determined to give whoever it was, not only a piece of her mind but to eject then from the party, with the warning that they were not welcome in her home. She pushed open the unlatched door and immediately it became obvious that she need not worry about Sam being rogered by either of the two louts downstairs. Sam was astride the largest black dick Rachel had ever seen, her daughter had not noticed her she was too intent on fucking the monstrous cock and it was obvious that she could not take it all, She was rising and lowering at the same time moaning but at least 6 inches of the dick was still outside her cunt. Rachel wasted no time wondering who the owner of the black dick was, the very sight of the huge monster made her so horny, before she realised it the skirt of her dress was up to her waist and her fingers were inside her panties frigging her already wet cunt.

Suddenly Sam shouted out that she was cumming, Her partner shouted for her to wait but it was obvious that she could not hold back.

"AaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaarg oooooh Howard Howard oh Gawwwwd H O W A R DDDDDDD. OOh, Gawd YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I'MMMMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGGG" Rachel watched her daughter shudder to her climax and release the horse cock that had given her so much pleasure. The big black cock was still rigid and the mans hand started to pump it.

"No NO NOOOOOOOO NOOO wait" the cry echoed round the room. It took several seconds for Rachel to realise that it was her own voice. Sam and the boy, because when she saw his face Rachel realised that the person fucking her daughter was indeed as young as Sam if not younger. 

The two on the bed faced her with looks of horror on their face.

"Mum Oh GOD MUMMM" cried Samantha.

"Oh God Mrs Kenworthy" gasped Howard desperately, trying to hide his still hard dick.

"It's OK, It's OK" shouted Rachel, stumbling across the room as she tried to push her panties down. 

"Mum, mum What are you doing?" gasped Samantha.

"Darling, I am going to fuck that wonderful cock before he shoots his load over my sheets."

With her skirt around her waist, her knickers ripped off and lying on the floor, Rachel Kenworthy straddled Howard and holding her shaven cunt open she sank down on that magnificent black dick.

"Oh Gawd Mum, you've taken it all you've actually taken it all - mum its 12 inches long and you've got it all in your cun... er... your vagina." Samantha's eyes were like saucers as she watched the big cock spear up her mother who began raising herself and falling as she fucked Howard.

"Oh God Mrs Kenworthy I'm gonna 'cum', I'm gonna 'cum'" Howard gasped.

"Oh yes yes 'cum', 'cum' , 'cum' I'm almost there" and Rachel reached between her legs and to Samantha's  amazement her mother began to rub, to frig her clit. Samantha had never seen her mothers cunt before, the fact that it was shaved excited to but to watch her mother rubbing the biggest clit she had ever seen had her desperately fingering her own small pink bud.

"Aaargh aaaargh oooooh yes yessss yessssssssssssssss I'm cummmminggggggggggg. Oh fuck yesssssssssssssss." Rachel shuddered to her climax as at last the wilting knob slid out of her cunt allowing thick creamy 'cum' to flow onto the bed.

Rachel called her daughter over to her and gave her a big hug and a kiss. "Wherever did you find him my love - God what a wonderful dick he's got. I hope you are not cross with me for having him."

"Oh No mum but I wish you could have gone on for a few more minutes, I wanted to 'cum' again too."

"Then you shall darling." Laying her daughter back on the bed Rachel settled between her spread thighs and started to lick her daughters inexperienced cunt. However inexperienced the young girl was in fucking she had learnt a few moves at college and Rachel suddenly found herself  being turned over and to her delight and utter surprise she experienced the thrill of having her daughter lick out her cunt. It was the first time that Sam had tongued a cunt that had been fucked but she found that she liked the hot musky smell of her mother mixed with the salty warm taste of Howard's 'cum'.

Both women had another orgasm then Rachel called a halt reminding them that they must return to the party. She was interrupted by a groan as Howard who had been wanking as he watched started to spurt. Quickly Rachel took the purple end of that fine dick into her mouth and swallowed every drop as Howard spent.

As they were leaving after cleaning up in Rachel's bathroom she told Howard that he was well named. The youth looked puzzled for a moment until Rachel gently grabbed his dick on the outside of his trousers and laughingly said." HOW HARD??.

The three rejoined the party Rachel allowed them to precede her and then joined the party herself. A clean pair of knickers covering her well fucked and tongued cunt. Itwas then that she caught sight of her mother, Grace, obviously enjoying herself and dancing with the Best Man.



The Nurse



This is another in a series of real-life stories recounting some of my early sexual experiences. 

My steady girlfriend, "Anne" and I were relaxing at one of the local parks beside the river that runs close to the city where we grew up. We were both eighteen and were very sexually active for our age at that time in society. We enjoyed sharing experiences with each other, as you know if you've read my other stories.

As we lay on our blanket looking up at the cloudless blue sky, she asked me, "Do you remember that I told you that I was going to the doctor yesterday for my first mammogram and get my female plumbing checked?"

"Sure, so?" I said.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes gave me one of her mischievous grins and said, "Well, it turned out to be quite an exciting experience. Do you want to hear it?" 

I said, "I guess, but I don't really see what could be exciting about old Doc Winters poking around."

She said, "It's not Doc Winters that I'm talking about. It's Sherry his nurse. Now are you interested?"

"Good grief, you mean that twenty-something redhead with the big tits? I saw her when I went to my dentist last week. His office is right next-door. Yeh, you bet I'm interested. I get a boner just thinking about her. What the fuck happened?"

"Well, my appointment was for 2:00pm but I got there early about 1:30pm. I signed in at the front desk and took a seat in the waiting room. I got a magazine and settle down for a long wait. But just as I got into an article, Sherry came out and called my name. I looked up and answered, and she said, "Come on back and we can get started. There's some information we need and I can explain what we're going to do, okay?'

"I said, 'Sounds good to me.' and followed her to an examination room.

"When we got in the room, she smiled at me and asked, 'This is your first mammogram and big-girl gynecological exam, right?'

"I said, 'Yeh, I've never had my breasts checked and only the usual period-related exams and questions. My mom wanted me to start now so I'll get in the habit. Her family has a history of breast cancer, so she wants me to be careful.

"She went through a long health related questionnaire. Then said, 'Okay, let me tell you about the mammogram so you won't be surprised. Then we'll get that part of today's exam out of the way. I'll do the mammogram, and the doctor will do the pelvic exam.' She showed me the equipment and explained how my tits would be squished so the x-ray could be taken. She said. 'It's not very comfortable, but it doesn't take that long. Okay, go ahead and take off all your clothes and put this gown on.' She handed me this silly little gown that was completely opened in the back and tied together with a little string around the waist. I got naked and put it on. She watched me while I was doing this. I was a little uncomfortable, but I sort of enjoyed her watching me. I smiled and made a joke about the gown.

"I noticed that she was looking a little longer than she needed to, and was breathing a little deeper and licking her lips."

"She said, 'Well, let's get started. Pull the gown down around your waist and I'll show you how to examine your breasts." I should interrupt here and say that Anne had incredible tits herself. They were C cups, perfectly shaped with large, pointy nipples. The stood out and up from her chest naturally and were very firm. I have seen a lot of breasts in my life, but I've never seen a better, sexier pair than Anne's. In addition, they were very sensitive and Anne would go bonkers when I played with them or sucked on her nipples. She could have an orgasm just from me tonguing her nipples and massaging her tits.

She continued the story. "I did as she asked and slipped the gown down around my waist. Then she did something that I did not expect and shocked the hell out of me. She unbuttoned her uniform, slid it off her shoulders and down to her waist. She unfastened her bra and released her boobs. I gasped as they fell out. They were huge and beautiful. I'm sure my eyes were bugging out and my mouth gapping open as I stared."

"She just smiled and grasped her left breast with her left hand and said, "Okay, I want you to do exactly as I'm doing. This is a self-exam and you need to learn how to do it right. You should do this at least once a month.' She grinned at me, lowered her voice a little and said, 'Actually, I do this a lot more than that and I bet you do too, right?' She began massaging her breast and said, 'Go ahead, do like I'm doing.'

"I thought, this is really weird, but took my boob in my hand and stared doing what I saw her doing. I was really getting turned on watching this gorgeous woman playing with her tits while I was doing the same thing. You know how sensitive my boobs are and how I get turned on. I was getting wet and started really getting into it. I looked in her eyes and saw that this was turning into something more than an exam.

"She returned my look and said, 'Here, let me show you.' She reached out and gently started massaging my breast. She said, 'God, your breasts are beautiful. I love them!' She bent down and stated licking and sucking on my nipples. I was totally surprised and very nervous, but it felt so good, I didn't stop her. I just closed my eyes, leaned back on the examing table, and started to moan.

"She looked up and said, 'We should hurry, the doctor will be here soon, but I've just got to eat you out. I'm so hot, I've can't stand it. You're the most beautiful, sexy girl I've ever seen. Please let me do you!'

"I just grabbed her face with both hands and gave her the deepest French kiss I've ever given. I took her tits in my hand and squeezed her nipples as hard as I could. She gasped and moaned and pulled my gown off. She pushed me back on the table, spread my legs and dove in. Her tongue was going a zillion miles a minute over my clit. I was in heaven! She was finger fucking my pussy and asshole as she ate me out. It only took about thirty seconds for me to cum. I thought I would pass out! I was trying to keep quite by putting my hand over my mouth. My whole body went tense. I was shaking and could hardly breath.

"I pulled her head out of my cunt and said, 'Get up here quick, I've got to do you!' We swapped places and I pulled her dress up to discover she was pantiless. I found myself staring at the hairiest pussy I've ever seen. It was covered with beautiful red pussy hair. The lips were puffy and her clit was sticking out. I dove in and started licking and sucking. I couldn't get enough! She grabbed my head and pushed it into her cunt. She came faster than I did. Her body tensed up then began to shake. I knew what was coming. I jammed my fingers up her pussy and asshole and finger fucked her as fast as I could. My mouth never left her clit. I could her screaming into the pillow she'd placed over her head.

"She calmed down, got down from the table, and said, 'Oh my god, that was unlivable! You've got to know this is the first time I've ever done anything like this at the office before, but you're so gorgeous, I had to have you.'

"She hurriedly got dressed and said, 'Get the gown on and lay back while I get your feet in the stirrups before Dr. Winters comes in.'

I said, "Good grief, that's incredible! What the fuck happened when Doc Winters came in?"

She laughed and said, "Well, he talked to me for awhile, asked me if I had any questions about the mammogram. I said that everything was just fine, and he got down on the stool and looked at my pussy. I could feel his fingers slip in and heard him say, 'I see that Sherry remembered to lubricate you. That always makes my job easier.'

"It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. I looked at Sherry and saw that she was having the same problem. As soon as the doctor was though, Sherry did the mammogram that we'd had forgotten all about so there would be something for Dr. Winters to look at."

Needless to say, Anne's first trip to the gynecologist was a memorable one. Rest assured that she and Sherry became really good friends as well.



The Nurse



I walked into the hospital early Monday morning. My knee had been hurting for months, since I played that touch football game I knew I shouldn't. I wasn't quite hobbling but I constantly knew my knee was there for months. The result of my mind saying zig right but my body zagging left. A trip to the doctors, a couple of x-rays a rearranged schedule and here I was, go ahead doc... do your thing. 

The nurse that took my temperature was a knock out. Not the glamour blonde beauty that you'd see in bad B grade movies, but the beauty that you see rarely in day to day people. Fine brown hair pulled back into a loose bun (never my favorite hair style but somehow she made it work), deep brown eyes that sparkled with beautiful eyelashes, long skinny fingers and trim hands. The nurses uniform didn't do her body justice. The curves were there but were muted, difficult to determine, but she had gorgeous legs with trim ankles in her hospital white sneakers. 

"Hi, how are you today?" were the first words I spoke to her. 

"I'm doing great and you?" 

"A little nervous to be honest." As badly as I wanted to give her some studly response I couldn't find it in me to lie to her. I'd known her for exactly 6.5 seconds and already I found I couldn't lie to her. I have often wondered why. 

"Nothing to be nervous about" was her response with that distant I don't really see you smile that all nurses must be required to practice in the mirror a million times before they get their degrees. "you'll do fine..." the completion of that non committal attitude. 

"...said the proctologist as he bent the patient over the table" I muttered as I began to unbutton my shirt and I noticed her head jerk, her eyes looked at me for the first time as something other than another piece of equipment, truly looked at me as a person, and I saw a smile, a real one, start to curl the corners of her mouth. 

"What's your name?" 

"Spinosa" 

"Spinosa Smith? Spinosa Jones?" 

"No, you goof, Connie Spinosa" she said, actually starting to laugh a little. She had a captivating smile, sensuous lips, white teeth, not quite perfect, more the natural perfect, not the orthodontist perfect and I found that I really wanted to make her smile as much as I could. 

She was writing on her clip board as I tried to engage her in conversation, I got a few uhuhs and mmmm's as she took my temperature, blood pressure weight and height. "you need to get into the hospital gown for me" 

"for you anything" my smart ass reply, but again she gave me that look. It was a softening of her eyes, a softening of the slight concentration wrinkles at the corners of her eyes that let me know she knew that I was actually human. Those deep brown eyes just seemed to suck me up. 

"I promise not to watch your ass as you walk down the corridor in your hospital gown Mr. John" and I saw a true smile on her face. 

"Would that be because you're not interested? Or is it just because you're trying to be decent?" 

"Oh, only because I feel it's only fair, if you show me yours I'd have to show you mine" and a deeper laugh... God I liked to make this woman laugh. 

I knew I needed to take a chance, if I didn't, in three minutes I'd walk out, or she would leave and I'd never see her again. "I'll make you a deal... you can look if you'll go out to lunch with me when I get back on my feet." 

"You're not really in a position to argue" and she laughed as my expression fell... "I'll take your number and call you when you've had some time to recoup, we'll discuss it then, Mr. John." 

I couldn't figure this out. I had known her for only minutes, not enough dialog to fill two pages but I was definitely smitten with this woman. I was sad to see her stand as the gas passer walked in the room. I noticed a subtle change in her as she stood, now the consummate professional, the staid business oriented nurse, back to the looking through you instead of at you. 

A short interview with the Dr. and it was time to go to the operating room. 

"Come on Mr. John I'll take you to the operating room now." 

"Call me John and I'll walk if you don't mind" 

"Oh no you couldn't do that, it would make the Dr. feel funny if you could walk when you came in the operating room but had to be wheeled out... that's kind of backwards don't you think?" 

I couldn't argue with her logic so I tried my last ditch effort to keep my dignity and walk to the operating room... "but you'll miss the show and I'll never get that lunch" 

"Don't worry about the lunch" but her tone had turned conspiratorial as the anesthesiologist walked back in the room. "We're late, Lets go" he said and sped out of the room. 

"here hold this for me" and she handed me the bag of saline solution as she started to wheel me down the hall. I dropped the bag on my lap, (what did I know right?) and she pushed me into the operating room. They strapped me down to the operating table and I looked up as they hung the bag on those little hook things and I said "uh oh" 

The doctor jerked towards me and said "what" in an order giving, barking tone of voice. 

"Look" I said trying to motion with my head to the bag hanging down,"the blood's running up the tube" 

"Mr. John, there are two things we don't say in either a cockpit or an operating room and they are 'uh oh' and 'oh shit'... now good night." And with a smile, he put a needle into the hose hanging from the bag attached to my arm and my vision went blurred as he faded from view... 

My eyes opened to see those hospital lights, the florescent ones with the tiles that we all counted the holes in when we were in elementary school and had to lay on the nurses bed for some feigned math test evading illness or another. The oxygen running into my nose felt so good, smelled so good I just lay there breathing it for a minute or two, I felt so tired, I just wanted to sleep again, and drifted off.... 

My eyes slowly came into focus, to see, leaning over my bed... Connie.... 

"wha.... Wha.... What are you doing here... " My voice was just not working... and fuck, my knee hurt, but still the only thing that mattered to me was that I was seeing her again... 

"I was just finishing my shift and thought I'd check in on you" 

The emotional warmth that spread through me at that time was incredible. I had been widowed a couple of years ago, spent my time working and tending to the kids and had no one that was concerned about my welfare for all of that time. The thought that someone could think of me as something other than daddy or boss was so.... I don't know, deep I guess... It had to be deep, it couldn't be the massive doses of feel good juice they had given me could it? This was the deep quandary that was going through my mind as I dropped back into the gray... 

When I woke up it was dark outside. I was in my hospital bed, my knee was down to a dull throb and I had to pee... I mean I really had to pee... Really really had to pee. I knew with my knee like this I just didn't have the time to deal with this... I looked in the drawer in the nightstand next to my bed and there it was, the holy grail, the pitcher of salvation, not made of gold, or expensive metal but of basic plastic, a piss bottle. 

That finished, I was about to push the button when to my surprise in walks.... Yep, you guessed it, Connie. "Wha... what are you doing here....?" The voice still wasn't working so great and, apparently neither was the brain. "What, did they give you a frontal lobotomy? Is that all you can say?" 

The fuzzy memories of the recovery room came back to me... 

"It's good to see you..." and I started to think of my appearance. There is absolutely no dignity in laying in a bed, mussed hair, no underwear, and a full piss bottle hanging on the rail of the bed. I tried to sit up a little straighter, tried to straighten my hair. 

"You're getting released today, I checked your chart." 

"Oh, will I see you again before I leave?" 

"Probably not, I have to start my shift" 

"Will you call me from time to time?" 

"I'll think about it" her noncommittal response. What was the deal with this woman? She was cool, aloof, but she kept coming back... This was the longest conversation I'd had with an object of desire since I lost the wife. I knew I couldn't be an object of desire to her in my fucked position, I really felt defenseless. I couldn't understand why she was interested in me after only a few minutes of light surface conversation. 

"I've gotta get to work... I'll talk to you soon..." and she gave me a concerned, seemingly emotional smile. I just couldn't figure this woman out. What did I know about her? What did she know about me? Not much. 

A few days later, resting on the sofa bed watching TV where I had set up my recovery station, the phone rang. When I picked it up I heard her voice. I had been fantasizing about her almost constantly. What was it that she had that so intrigued me? I just couldn't put my finger on it. 

"hey Mr. John, it's Connie, ummm from the hospital?" as if wondering if I remembered her. 

"Hey! Connie! How are you?" 

"You sure sound better... How's it all going?" 

I gave her the diatribe... Yeah I'm semi Ambulatory now, doesn't hurt much, almost getting back to work, kids still at grandma's etc. etc. 

"I was thinking about you earlier today and was just wondering how you were doing" her noncommittal response. Did this woman practice non-committal? I was pretty sure she had some interest or why would she keep contacting me but she was giving me absolutely no signals at all. 

"Doing better and better everyday" 

"That's great, well I've gotta run..." 

"Hey stop by anytime would you? Haven't had any visitors to speak of since I got home" 

Silence... and more silence... had she already hung up? 

"we'll see.... Well gotta go..." 

I said bye to the dial tone. What was with this woman? I had no idea how to get a hold of her, I guess I could call the hospital, I knew her name. 

I drifted off into my afternoon nap and when I woke I realized four things. I had had a really good erotic dream, I was erect, it was dark and I was not alone. 

"Who's there?" 

"Shhhhh..." 

"Connie?" 

"shhhhhhhh...." 

I felt her hand on my leg, gently massaging the muscles, slowly traveling up towards my crotch. I was already hard and this wasn't making it go down... I felt her hand travel up under the blankets to pass lightly over my hardness... 

Was this a dream? If it was it wasn't going to be long before it became a wet one. I felt her fingers close over me and a gentle pump running the full length. The tingles spread though my body and my head fell back... I tried to reach out, to pull her to me only to have her push my arm down. "No... we have to do this my way...." 

I was going to argue with her? Not a chance... One thing I have learned in life is to never argue a woman who holds your manhood in her hand. "Just relax, feel what's happening to you and enjoy..." 

Her hand slid over my cock, her fingers tracing the outline, slipping slowly and gently under the band to wrap around me with skin to skin contact. And so began an incredibly erotic slow sensuous handjob. I wanted to feel her, I wanted to feel her nipples get hard, to feel if she was wet, to feel her vaginal walls grip my fingers while she came but she wouldn't let me touch her. 

Her fingers were wrapped around me gently, skin barely touching skin, the slowness of her strokes were maddening. I wanted to thrust my hips, to increase the friction, I wanted to speed up her strokes, to get her to grip harder but she had disarmed me. My head fell back and I couldn't see much in the darkness so I was left to concentrate only on her ministrations... The tingles were so intense... 

I could feel her breath on my face as she leaned down and put her mouth to my ear... "does that feel good sweety?" in a breathy quiet whispering voice... 

"Do you like it when I rub your cock like this?" and her hand slid up the full length to twist slightly at the top of her stroke, pulling the skin back as it traveled back down.... "I love how hard your cock is I love to feel it fill my hand... Tell me, does it feel good baby?" 

"oooohhhhhhhhh god yes!" also in a whisper. The mood was so charged and I was losing control. The tingles were so intense as her hand passed over the sensitive spots, her fingers pressing against that little spot below the head, the tingles spreading down through my legs, up through my stomach. I loved having her control my cock with her hands while she watched the pleasure on my face. I was trying to hold back. 

Her hand was still going maddeningly slow. I was sure if she only gave me one quick firm stroke I would come, but no, she continued so slowly, enough to bring me right to the edge of coming but not enough to get me over the edge, and she kept me there... every muscle in my body was struggling, tense, tight. My hips clenched pushing my cock straight out, but still she continued slowly, softly... I could feel my testicles pulled up tight, ready to discharge... Ohhhhh god! I wanted to cum. 

"I'm going to keep you here until you can't stand it any more... Until you absolutely have to cum... until you cum with your entire body...." 

"Ohhhh.... I'm so close.... Please please make me cum... " My body was shaking with the intense pleasure... the tingles felt as if I was cumming but felt as if I could cum even better... My cock was leaking precum at a prodigious rate lubricating her hand, making the tingles even more intense. 

"do you need to cum? Do you absolutely have to cum?" 

"Ohhhhhhh god please... please let me cum" 

her hand sped up slightly, but with such a gentle pressure... How I wanted to grab her hand, How I wanted to stroke until I came... The tingles went through my body as a rush, I felt like I was cuming constantly, the waves rushing through my body but still I hadn't cum... Nothing existed to me other than my cock... I could feel the cum right at the edge, pushing to get out but not quite there... Never had I been this close for this long... and then it happened... 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!.... ohhhhh, cummmmming.... Ohhhhhhh unnh unnnhf..." were the only sounds I could utter... and her hand was still so slow, so gentle, The first wave of orgasm was the most intense feeling I had ever felt... So much pleasure it was almost painful. My entire body quivering, out of control, only concerned with my cum... another wave passed through my body, intense white light flashing in my eyes, pearly white cum jetting in streams, again and again... slowing, to dribble down over her fingers, covering the head of my cock and still her hand continued that slow soft maddening pace. 

And finally she stopped. My body felt completely empty, totally satisfied, like sex wouldn't enter my mind for years. I could hear her lean back in the chair she was sitting in... I wasn't sure how she had gotten it next to the bed without waking me, how had she gotten in the house without waking me, why had she come in the house. She clicked on the lamp on the nightstand, I could see the lust in her eyes as she brought her hand up to her mouth to lick the cum from her fingers. The cum on my chest and stomach cooling in the night chill. 

She leaned back and looking me directly in the eye and slid her hand down into her pants, black pants with elastic and at the waist. I could see her hand moving as she massaged her clit, could hear her gentle moans as her pleasure was visibly coursing through her body. I wanted to ask her so many questions, but I wanted to watch her cum more. 

She was wearing a tight white shirt and I could see her hard nipples pressing out against the fabric, I finally got a feel for her body, skinny, flat stomach heaving in ripples of pleasure as she approached her orgasm, breasts not too big and not too small... she was looking deep into my eyes as she got closer... 

"Did you like making me cum?" I whispered to her. 

"yessss...." 

"Do you want to make yourself cum for me?" again whispered.... 

"oh god I want to...." A quiet whisper but desperate to reach her release 

Her legs were spreading and closing on her hand... I couldn't see anything but the back of her hand moving under the fabric of her pants but the expression on her face was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I knew she was getting close... her eyes rolled up in her head, so I could just see a little white, you know, the Linda Blair white eyed roll back, her eyes almost closed, her breasts shaking, her legs quivering, low gutteral grunts coming from her signifying each wave of pleasure as it coursed through her body, her nipples were so hard. 

And finally she stopped all movement but all of her muscles were tense... frozen but quivering, and she held that pose for at least fifteen seconds, just sitting there quivering.... 

"ohhhhhhh god! Oh oh oh oh oh unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghf" Her body jerked in several bursts, I could see the pleasure ripple through her flat stomach, her nipples hard sticking out through her blouse. Each jerk of her body accompanied by an explosive but quiet grunt, as if escaping despite all the control she thought she had. Her hand was still except right before she'd jerk, then it would jiggle real fast followed by a shudder and a grunt. It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed and went on for about thirty seconds or so. Then she seemed to begin to come down... 

"cum again... cum again for me now..." again the subtle whisper. I could see her hand begin to move again, slower this time, bigger circles, but I could see her chest heaving as I watched her hand slide down lower as if her fingers were going inside. Her eyes flew open and she started to shudder, her legs quivering, her chest heaving, redness rising in her cheeks as she once again went over the edge. It seemed as if this orgasm had surprised her. Her groans were louder her eyelids fluttering as I watched her body convulse, her hips pumping as if trying to get the imaginary cock deeper... I could smell her sex, I could hear her juices as her fingers pumped in and out but still could see nothing but her pantrs and the bulge of her hand as she made herself cum. 

And then she relaxed, relaxed so much I thought she would slide out of the chair... I reached for her, I wanted to hold her, I wanted to tell her that was the best but again all I got was... "Shhhhhhhhhhh" 

She leaned back and turned the light off again and started to stand up,to move away from me... I wanted to hold her , to touch her, to pleasure her like she had me, to fuck her deep, emotionally, but she slipped further away. 

"Please, can I have your number? Can I call you?" and again all I got was "shhhhhhhhh" and she was gone, I couldn't even get up to chase her. 

I was left there with cum on my chest, another hardon that I thought would never happen again as hard as she made me cum and ... an empty room. Of course the paper towels were out of reach. 

What was the deal with this woman. The best sex I'd had in years, maybe ever and I never even got to see her breasts, let alone her naked? How the hell did she find me? I had given her my phone number but never told her where I lived. I was perplexed with this mystery woman, I wanted to get to know her, I wanted to touch her, I wanted.... Her. Why? I still wonder to this day. 

A few days later, I had picked up the phone to call her at the hospital at least fifteen times but had not allowed the call to go through. I wanted to talk to her, I wanted her to come back but for some reason I was afraid to track her down. I guess I realized that she needed to move at her own pace, a pace that I could not for the life of me understand. She wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't let me touch her but was happy to make me cum and to make herself cum in front of me. What was the deal here. 




The Nurse



I'm flipping through the dumbass magazines in the doctor's office, hoping to find something to read that isn't the complete epitome of dumbassery, but you know how it is, there's nothing. 

It occurs to me that the word "patient" is all about the waiting room experience, because I've been sitting here in this vinyl chair for over an hour, with nothing to read, and "patient" sort of sums up what they are hoping I will be, but I am not sure how much longer I can keep it up.

So I start eavesdropping on the conversations of the other patients waiting their turn. And what I find out is that these people's lives--at least today, at least what they are willing to say in a public place where people like me are hanging on every word--are pretty much the epitome of boring. Her car needs an oil change. His mother needs her lawn mowed. And me? My bra is digging into my ribs, so I need to go shopping. Fascinating stuff.

I've never been so happy to be called back, just for a change of scenery.

The nurse is dressed in green scrubs. She takes me down a hallway and lets me into a small examining room with one of those paper-covered patient tables in it. 

"If you could put this on," she says, holding out a white smock-type thing. "The ties go in the back."

"All righty," I say. I am an old hand at this. I spend more time at the doctor's office than most people. At least, than healthy people.

I'm just going to come on out and say it, because it pisses me off when people are all secretive and won't talk about something that's only about the most important thing there is and that's on your mind every single minute pretty much. It's not healthy, keeping secrets like that.

I've got cancer. There. And guess what, that sucks. Of course. But I'm doing all right. At least I can function pretty well, still go to work, drive, all that regular stuff. 

This doctor, he's not my oncologist, he just keeps an eye on all the rest of me. I've been coming here for years and I guess he's doing a good enough job. I don't like doctors, as a rule. They usually talk to their patients like the patients don't have the sense to come in out of the rain. At least that's how they talk to me. I've had to tell them that my cancer is not affecting my brain, so would they mind bumping up their talk from kindergarten-level, if they don't fucking mind.

So they do this thing in doctor's offices, it's like the line for rides at Disneyland, where you keep thinking you're almost there and then you go around a bend and see that the line actually stretches all the way to Mexico. In the doctor's office, they put you in the examining room, and you think woo! I'm getting somewhere now! But you can chill in that examining room for hours, with no sign of any doctor.

It's been twenty minutes already. I've shucked off my pants and taken off my shirt and the bra that was digging into my ribs and put on the thing with the ties in the back, and I'm being patient.

Another nurse comes in. "I need to take your vitals," she says, smiling at me. What I notice right off is how she's got this good way about her. I feel myself calming down just by being in her presence. She takes my hand and puts her fingers on the inside of my wrist, and looks away, counting. Then she does the rest of her stuff, the thermometer, the blood pressure cuff, stuff she must get sick of doing ten thousand times a day. I am watching her face. It is an exceptionally good face--her eyebrows, especially, are totally gorgeous. Not too fussed-over, but the shape of them sort of makes you think she must be witty and a good dancer.

I don't know what the fuck I am talking about.

She starts talking to me, not like a nurse who asks the same questions every day, but like just another person, a person who is actually interested in the answers. She cocks her head a little when she listens to me talk. She gets me going on about my job, and while I talk she's taken my arm and started stroking it, moving her hand from my wrist up to my elbow and back, and then up to my shoulder.

I try to be polite and ask her some things, but she gets the conversation back to me pretty quickly. She's deft about that, because I hardly notice it happening.

What I do notice is that she moves around to the side of me, so she can reach up and start massaging my shoulders. I make a few gasps, because it's like her touch is showing me how tense I was and I didn't even realize it.

The thing about my cancer is, it's not something that makes me look bad. You'd never guess I was sick, just to look at me. But inside, things are going wrong. And there are not that many people in this world who know how to look there. They see how my hair is long and pretty and my skin is clear and they assume that's that. Even when I tell them, it's like they can't see it, so it's not really there.

Now the nurse is taking her hands and smoothing them down my arms, starting right at my neck, moving over my shoulders, and down to my hands. She is pressing hard. It feels like she is ironing the stress right out of my molecules. I start taking deeper, calmer breaths. I start to feel like a person who is not sick. Or at least, not very.

When she is done with my arms, she walks around in front of me. You know how nurses are, they're handling bodies all day long, and they're not funny about touching. She lift up the edge of the smock and puts her hands on my hips, kneading them.

I gasp. It's like she's found the epicenter of my tension, my fear, and she is going to root it right on out of there.

Her face is right up in front of mine now. I look into her eyes, and she looks back. What I see that thrills me--she doesn't pity me. Well, not that's the thrilling part, actually. The thrilling part is that I see she likes touching me. Really likes it.

I am wondering--if I try to touch her back, will she leave the room? Because her leaving the room is the very last thing I want to happen right now. I keep looking into her eyes. I see a lash that's fallen onto the top of her cheek, and I reach up to brush it away.

"Make a wish," I say, knowing it's the most cornball thing ever, and giving her an ironic smile.

She closes her eyes for a moment, but her hands do not stop. Her hands slide off my hips and move up my sides, to my ribs, then back down again. It's like her hands are trailing warmth and goodness wherever they go, and I want them all over me at once, everywhere.

"OK, I made a wish," she says, opening her eyes again and looking at me, then down, then at me. She looks all over my face, up at my forehead, and then at my mouth, like she's memorizing the details. I am praying for her hands to start moving again.

And they do. She moves them over my belly, heating my skin as she goes. And I can't help it, I take my own hands, and put them on her shoulders. I was worried about a flinch, but she does not flinch. She leans her head towards mine, and puts her forehead on mine, leaning against me, so we aren't looking into each other's eyes, but it is more of a position of intimacy, of coming together.

She brings her hands up under my smock. She's moving quickly now, as though she doesn't have enough time to cover all the skin that she wants to cover. She comes right up under my breasts and alongside my breasts but she doesn't quite touch them. 

But oh oh oh how I want her to.

What is her name?

I open my legs a little, because I am getting hot down there, and sticking to the paper on the table. She leans her head back so she can look at me, and then she takes both her hands and brings them right up over my breasts. 

I can't help it, I gasp again. This time, it is a gasp of thank you, a gasp of more please, a gasp of gratitude for this unexpected monumental pleasure.

I have to hold on to her shoulders to keep from falling over, the feel of her hands on me is so beautifully unsettling, so wondrous.

Here's the thing: being sick is lonely. Even when people can't tell you're sick by looking at you, even when you've told them and they can't seem to remember, you don't forget. You always know, every second of the day. And it makes you feel like you're not really part of anything anymore, cut off from everyone else.

So this nurse, with her touching me and looking at me and leaning her forehead against mine--I am not feeling cut off, not from anything. Not from her, and not from my body. I wiggle myself forward a little bit, and she responds to that by stepping right in between my open legs. Just that, just feeling her standing there, solid, between my thighs--it brings me back into the world.

She's got a hand on each of my breasts, and she's rubbing them, slowly, squeezing, catching my hard nipples between her fingers almost like it's an accident. 

But listen. We're two women who have been around the block, and we know exactly what we are doing now. We have sailed right on past that line of what nurses do with patients, and we are in a world of fun and happy feelings now, this nurse and me.

I take my hand and put it alongside her face, and then I take her chin and angle it just so and I lean in and touch my lips to her lips. I suck on her bottom lip a little which makes her inhale quickly, which makes a little spurt fly out of me down below. She's got her hands holding my breasts now, still squeezing a little like she likes the feel of that so much she can't stop. I notice that she's rocking a little bit, in between my legs. She's moved up closer so we're almost touching pubic bones, and I go on ahead and wrap my legs around her.

It's like she knows where to go and what to do, like some kind of sorceress. She trails a line of kisses down my collarbone, sending a shower of sparks as she goes. She brushes my hair back from my neck, making me tingle. She leans in to kiss me, and we let ourselves go all the way down in that kiss, sinking down through all the layers of wanting, my legs trembling as they hold on to her.

After the kiss, she lifts my smock and bends her head down to my nipples, going from one to the other, licking them, sucking them, until I am raising my ass up off the table with how good she feels.

I go to lift her top but she whispers in my ear that there isn't time.

"Just a look," I say, "Just a kiss."

So she smiles at me and lifts up the top of her scrubs and lets me see her. I quickly push her bra up over her breasts which are just barely bigger than a handful, the nipples dark and hard. I reach with my mouth, wanting to taste her, but she says again, there's no time, and as she says it she is gently pushing me back on the table with one hand, and with the other she is stroking the inside of my thigh, so that it feel like it's melting under her hand and turning into the consistency of hot wax.

"I'm sorry for hurrying," she says, and steps back from me, out of the grasp of my legs.

At first I am totally dispirited, thinking she is done with me, but she's not leaving, what she's doing is kissing the inside of my thighs, and stroking my skin all over, and then she goes right on and puts her mouth right on me, over my panties.

She started me gasping right at the beginning and I'm still gasping. But oh the feel of her warm mouth on me like that, it's like she's breathing pleasure and life right back into me. It's like we're in some kind of fairy tale and she's the good witch freeing an imprisoned person and making her happy for the first time in a thousand years.

The nurse is good with her tongue. She give me slow strokes with the flat of her tongue, and she gives me flickerings that flick faster than hummingbird wings, and that brings me closer and closer, my body tensing up now, my hips pushing up and back, rocking into her tongue and her warmth.

She moans then, and I let myself fall right off the fucking cliff. I'm coming harder than I ever have before, spinning off into the universe somewhere, my whole body melting right into this deep well of bliss.

I lie still then. I'm not sure what happens next. The nurse strokes my hair out of my face, and she keeps her hand on me as the throbbing begins to ebb.

One thing being sick has taught me, and that's to be grateful for the moment you're in, no matter what. I take that to heart, I really do. And I am grateful for the nurse, grateful for her tongue and her spirit and those magnificent eyebrows.

We are having a close hug, the kind of hug that replaces words just fine, when the doctor gives a short knock and strides in.

No surprise, I give him the biggest smile he's ever gotten from me. The nurse gives me a special sort of look and leaves the room. I'm just sitting here on the paper-covered table, a little damper than when I got here, and happier, oh yeah, I am positively awash in endorphins. The best patient ever.



The Nurse



I flicked channels. Up one took me to the French news channel that I couldn't understand. Even so I paused briefly, my gaze flicking between the two news anchors, wondering vaguely if they had ever fucked. No, I decided. He was too old for her, and she looked... not unattractive, not boring, but... too professional. But then again, this was France. Who knew how they did things here. 

I flicked channels again, up to the pay-per-view channel. Posters for various French films that I didn't recognise went past on the screen, while the number to call flashed at the bottom. Only seven euros per film. I flicked again. Back to the news. And again. Back to the pay-per-view. The hospital's tactics were obvious. Patients had to pay through the nose for the films, or be content with nothing but news for the duration of their stay. I stared sourly at the television, unimpressed. Even if I could afford seven euros per film, I couldn't understand French. It was going to be a long stay.

Earlier that day I had been on top of the world. Literally. I recalled the phenomenal view that we'd had from the top of the mountain that morning, and the feeling of crisp snow under my skis on the first run of the day. My wistful smile quickly vanished as I recalled panic seizing me when a snowboarder cut across my path; desperation as I swerved wildly to avoid the collision; pain as my shoulder slammed into a tree on the side of the piste; different, more intense pain as my ski caught in netting as I fell, and my knee twisted hard and horribly.

I'd been airlifted off the mountain straight to hospital, and now, several hours of operation later, I was settling in to the recovery. My shoulder had merely been dislocated, but my knee was fucked up something serious. The French surgeon had been unable to convey to me in English exactly what was wrong with it, but he had managed to get across that I wasn't going anywhere for a while. A week and a half of bed rest in hospital, and then most likely several months on crutches. It was bad.

Since the surgeon's briefing, no one had come in to my room. It had been about an hour, and already I was getting restless. Should've brought a book, I told myself. I looked at the clock on the wall. I had been told I could eat at 9pm, and it was now almost 9.30. I heard a knock on the door, and it was opened by a young nurse with long black hair. She was a pleasant change from the two rather miserable-looking day nurses who had come in with the doctor earlier. 

"Bonsoir!" she said breezily, wheeling a small trolley into the room with food and water on a tray. 

"Bonsoir," I returned lamely.

"Français?" she asked. I shook my head and made a face. "OK. I try to speak English for you. My name is Danielle," she told me cheerfully. Her accent was distinct but not too thick and her friendly, melodic voice made me warm to her. I smiled at her as she brought the trolley over and she smiled back. She was really very pretty, with big, dark eyes and full lips, both of which were made all the more attractive by her lovely smile. Her simple nurse's outfit revealed little of her figure, but I could see that she was slim, and as she came around the side of the bed I saw elegant legs below her white skirt.

"So", she began haltingly, as she searched for the right words. "You have uh... pain?" I shook my head. She pointed to two pills on the tray. "For if you have pain, you take these." I nodded. 

"If you need uh... pipi, if you need toilet, then you do not try to move." she looked at me sternly. I tried to look obedient. She took something from the lower shelf of the trolley, and laid it on my bedside table. It looked like a kind of flat jug that tapered into a thinner tube. Clearly this was my toilet. 

"You take this, and use it for pipi," she instructed me. I looked at her doubtfully. How was I going to hold the jug and aim with one of my arms in a sling?

"Sorry, but..." I gestured towards my left arm in its sling. She immediately grasped the situation.

"Ah oui, sorry, sorry." She pointed at the button on the side of my bed which would call a nurse. "You need toilet, then you call for me. I will help you." I nodded my reluctant assent. This was going to be awkward. Oh well. Better her than one of the disdainful nurses from earlier. At least Danielle was friendly. I had been needing the toilet for a while as well.

"So. You eat. I come back in twenty minutes to wash you," she said, and turned to leave. 

"Wait", I said, and she turned back expectantly. Dammit she had nice eyes. God knows I wanted her to like me, and yet here I was, about to ask her to help me take a piss. 

"I need to go now," I said. "To the toilet." I saw comprehension in her eyes, and something else, possibly apprehension, or even anticipation. She came round by the side of the bed again, and delicately pulled back my bed cover on the side opposite the injured knee, down to below my groin. I was wearing nothing under my hospital gown, and, embarrassed, I reached under and grasped my limp cock with my one good hand. She had got the strange jug thing and, pushing the covers back further, she put it between my legs. 

I resigned myself to the utter lack of privacy, and pulled my gown up so I could see what I was doing. I pointed my flaccid cock towards the opening of the jug, and she brought it closer, so that the head of my dick was just inside the opening. The proximity of her hand to my dick suddenly hit me, and I glanced up at her, regretting it even as I did it. She was not looking at me, however; her eyes were fixed on my cock. 

This thought turned me on. Certainly I had nothing to be ashamed of down there, and had received compliments from girls before about my size in the past. Why shouldn't she stare. My cock twitched in its awkward position on the lip of the jug, and I was brought back to reality. She wasn't staring in arousal. She was simply making sure I didn't piss all over the bed. I cringed, hoping that she hadn't noticed the twitch, and concentrated on trying to pee. 

I realised in horror that I was no longer flaccid, however. My cock was growing. I stared into the far corner of the room, concentrating, trying to force away the arousal and the thoughts that were on my mind, thoughts of her hand on my cock and my mouth kissing her soft lips. I felt her adjust the position of the jug as my cock grew, and closed my eyes, mortified. Luckily, at that point my body realised its need, and I began to pee into the jug. 

The only sound in the room was the steady tinkle as I emptied my bladder into the jug. I kept my eyes fixed on the far corner of the room until I had finished, and didn't move them even then. She didn't take away the jug, however. What was she doing? I was too embarrassed to make eye contact with her, but I slowly turned my gaze back to my groin, in time to see her gently dab the end of my cock with a piece of paper towel. I gasped quietly, surprised at the unexpected contact. She finally removed the jug, and quickly replaced my gown and bed covers over my now rapidly swelling cock. 

My dignity vaguely restored, I at last had the courage to look her in the face. She smiled at me, cheerful as ever and apparently unfazed, though I think I caught a hint of humour in her eyes this time, and her face was possibly a little flushed. Or was I imagining things again? 

"OK. I come back in twenty minutes to wash you, yes?" I looked down and mumbled my assent. She made sure that I had my food in front of me, and then left briskly. I sighed. Shit. If I thought that was bad, wait till she was washing me. I tried to concentrate on my food, which was not nearly as bad as I'd expected, and then simply sat waiting for the knock on the door. It was a little after 10pm when it came, and Danielle breezed into the room with another trolley, this time piled with towel, flannels, and a bowel of steaming water. 

I looked at her rather apprehensively, and she smiled encouragingly at me, still cheerful, still breathtaking. Even more breathtaking than before, in fact. Her eyes looked even darker, even more alluring. I saw that she was wearing eyeliner and mascara, and wondered why I hadn't noticed it before. Because she hadn't had it on before, I realised. Or definitely not that much of it. 

She pulled my bedcover down to my waist, and reached behind my neck to undo the button of the hospital gown at the back. As she leaned over me I saw that the top two or three buttons of her top were unbuttoned, and all of a sudden I was looking down her top at the swelling curves of her breasts, contained in a black bra. They looked flawless, round and smooth, and big enough without hanging heavily from her chest. I gulped, and they were gone again, as she folded my hospital gown and laid it on the trolley.

I breathed out, calming myself. As she drew close again, this time with a wet washcloth, I smelt her fresh, enticing smell, mixed with the clean smell of hot water and soap. 

"If it is too hot, you tell me, yes?" Her dark eyes fixed on me expectantly. Transfixed, I could barely nod. She began to wash my upper body, starting with my neck and shoulders. I couldn't stop my gaze from straying back to her, where it lingered on her silky hair before inevitably being drawn to the space down her top, and the swinging mounds that were barely centimetres from my touch. She was concentrating on washing my body, and seemed oblivious to where I was looking. 

I realised too late, however, that she was going to have to wash the rest of me as well, and that the bedcovers were now hiding a much more substantial semi-erection than the one she had witnessed before. Again I fixed my eyes on the far corner of the room and tried to think boring thoughts. Even without visual distraction, however, the soft massage of the warm, wet towel on my body continually brought my thoughts back to the fact that a beautiful woman was intent on washing my completely naked body, and that it was only a matter of time before she pulled back the sheet and exposed the evidence of my arousal.

God that warm water felt good on my skin though. It was almost as if she was trying to give me a slow and gentle massage with the washcloth, at times using both hands to massage my shoulder and chest muscles through the washcloth. She leaned over the bed to reach my far shoulder and side, and I felt the weight of her breasts brushing against my chest. My cock twitched violently, pushing against the bedcovers so much that its outline was visible between my legs, the covers tight around its straining form. I prayed that Danielle was still concentrating on my upper half, and threw myself with renewed vigour into thoughts of cabbages, mathematics and the names of different types of pondlife. 

It seemed to be working. Maybe the thoughts of pondlife were doing their job, or maybe I was just becoming accustomed to her touch, but my cock was not quite as hard as it had been a second ago. It was deflating, slowly but (I hoped) surely. Now she was washing my stomach, however, and I knew I had little time left. She peeled back the covers a small amount to avoid getting water on them as she passed over my navel with the wash cloth. She must have noticed the bulge only a few inches from her hands. 

She stopped washing me. What was she doing? She reached back to the trolley and handed me a large and fluffy towel. Was that it? Was she not going to wash any more? 

"So that you are not cold," she told me with a smile, and proceeded to unfold it for me and wrap it around my damp upper half. Then she took hold of the bed covers and pulled them down to my ankles, exposing my whole lower body from the navel down. She froze as she saw my cock, which lay, (thankfully) no longer fully hard, but still hugely engorged and very obviously aroused, across the top of my right thigh. She looked from my cock to my face, and I immediately looked away, apologising.

"Désolé," I mumbled, using one of my only French words. I heard a gentle laugh, and braved a look up. She was giving me another of her mind-blowing, cock-hardening smiles. Clearly she was neither angry nor disgusted.

"C'est pas grave... it is not a problem," she said. "It makes the washing easier." She laughed again, and then turned to the trolley to get her washcloth out of the hot water again. I contemplated her ass as she was turned away from me, and wondered what it looked like under the unflatteringly long and loose skirt. I heard her wringing the washcloth out, and she turned back to me, moving the whole trolley a little further away from the head of the bed so as to have better access to my lower half. 

As she prepared to get to work, I noticed that another button on her shirt had been undone. I started, and my cock twitched involuntarily, but I was surprised. When had she done that. It could only have been when she had turned away briefly there to get the washcloth. I barely had time to process this before the warm moistness of the washcloth was again massaging my skin, starting with my thigh, and I was using all my self control to stop my cock from hardening again.

I had not forgotten the additional button, however, and was nursing a mild sense of outrage that Danielle should be deliberately making herself more sexually attractive while she had me with my cock out. As if it wasn't difficult and embarrassing enough for a beautiful woman to be washing my aroused genitals, she had to go and give me a clear view of her tits to ogle. And a clear view of her tits was practically what it was. As she leant over me, the washcloth going from one thigh through my pubic hair to the other thigh, I had a full view inside her shirt, of the mass of smooth flesh contained in the sexy black bra. 

My God her tits looked good. My cock was inexorably growing again, hardening again, becoming more rigid with each heartbeat, and within twenty seconds of her washing me was again completely hard and standing erect and upright from my groin. 

"You see, much easier like this!" she said laughing, and washed the area of my thigh where my cock had been lying before it had grown erect. I ignored her levity and cheer, annoyed by my knowledge that she was teasing me, and my inability to do anything about it. She bent away from me to wash further down my legs, and I finally had a chance to see her skirt pulled tight around what looked like a phenomanal ass, which was happily positioned right in front of my face.

I was distracted from the sight by the feeling of the washcloth moving over my sensitive inner thigh, rubbing and massaging me as it went. She bent low over me and told me to lift my good leg up slightly so she could wash underneath it. She worked up slowly, and then she was washing my ass cheek, massaging it as if she was a sports therapist. She turned away to rinse the washcloth again, and I had a few seconds to recover. 

I needed them. My cock was throbbing, sticking out ridiculously prominently from the rest of my body, hard as rock and leaking small amounts of precum onto my stomach. I couldn't believe she was still carrying on with the washing, as opposed to breaking down in laughter or leaving in disgust. 

She turned back, and again leaned down over my crotch. I felt her exhaled breath on my thigh as she attended to my ass cheek again, and was trying to relax again when suddenly I felt the washcloth, or more accurately, a finger covered by the washcloth, stroking over my asshole with surprising pressure. I started, and my cock jerked violently and powerfully, smacking the lower side of one of her tits, which were positioned in just the wrong place at that moment. 

She straightened quickly, a shocked expression on her face, but I saw a barely concealed sparkle in her eye and twitches of a smirk in her mouth. 

"Ah, I am sorry!" she said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "It is very sensitive?" 

"Quite sensitive," I answered curtly, breathing deeply. I was sure she had been deliberately sudden in her ministrations in order to provoke a reaction, as if the one that was throbbing in front of her face was not enough.

"OK, I am more careful, yes?" She bent once more over my throbbing erection, this time from the other end of the bed with her ass pointed away from me. Then she began, this time much more delicately, to wash the area around my asshole, before moving on to the perineum, which again caused my cock to twitch uncontrollably. She touched my balls with her hand, seemingly to lift them out of the way so she could wash under them, but the contact of her fingers had me breathing heavily. She let them drop and got a new wet washcloth from the trolley before setting to work on my balls themselves.

The sensation of the hot water on my balls made me lean my head back and close my eyes in pleasure. I barely cared about the embarrassment any more, this just felt really good. She put the hot washcloth flat over her hand and then used it to cup my balls, squeezing and kneading them ever so lightly as I quivered silently under her touch. Then she took hold of my rock hard cock with her other hand, pulling the skin of my balls tight so she could wash them again, now with long, slow strokes from the base of my cock to just under my balls. 

She was holding my cock just under the head, and the sensitivity was driving me crazy. I had now leaked a veritable lake of precum, which was pooled across my stomach, and it meant that the skin of my cock that she was touching was slippery and lubricated. She was not holding especially tightly, and her cool fingers moved against my wet cock every time that it twitched, or every time that she stroked down with the cloth, pulling on my cock with every stroke.

I was breathing heavily now, my mouth open and my eyes fixed on her. She had given up on the lightheartedness and was focusing hard on her task. She lifted my cock to a more upright position, till it was almost at a 90 degree angle from my body, taking the opportunity to rub precum all around the head and massage it in. 

She took a firmer grip on the head of my cock, and slowly led it round in a circle, keeping my cock pointed in the opposite direction to the washcloth, with which she carefully massaged and washed all around the base of my cock. When she had gone all the way around, she again changed her grip on my cock, sliding her fingers over it almost teasingly. 

I let out a tiny moan as her finger glided over the very tip of my cock, and saw a sizable drop of precum flow out onto her thumb, which she quickly rubbed over the whole head of my cock.. With her other hand she moved up the warm washcloth and wrapped it around the shaft of my cock, her hand grasped tightly around it. 

The warm, soft pressure around my shaft combined with the slippery massage that her other hand was giving the head was too much for me and I emitted another quiet moan of pleasure. She turned her gaze from my cock, where it had been intensely fixated, and met my gaze for the first time in a while. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the satisfaction at the control and power she had over my pleasure. 

Pleasure that I had given up on trying to hide. My breath was coming short and fast now, and I looked back at her with desire and passion. Her own breath had sped up so that I could hear it from where I was, and was now coming in regular, quiet pants as all pretence of professionalism faded from her.

All traces of humour were gone from her face now, and she held my gaze as she dropped the washcloth and took hold of my shaft with her bare hand as the other continued its attentions to the head of my cock. She then started using both hands to smear the copious amount of precum that was leaking out of my cock down the whole length of my shaft. It felt heavenly, and I gasped with pleasure. Again I saw satisfaction in her eyes, and she sped up her stroking. Still she did not look at what her hands were doing but stared intensely into my eyes as my pleasure rose and rose. 




The Nurse



One of her hands wrapped itself tightly around my shaft and started jerking me off while the other continued to run all around the head, swirling and massaging the slippery precum into my sensitive skin.

I knew I was getting close to coming now. My cock felt like it was about to explode, and with every stroke of her hands my whole body tightened, almost writhing on the bed as she jerked me off. At last she let go of my head with her hand and tightened both hands around my throbbing shaft, jerking me off hard and fast. Still her fierce dark eyes looked at me, as my eyes widened and my face grew strained, and I got closer and closer to orgasm. I moaned, louder this time. I didn't give a shit any more. She responded to me, going faster and faster, and I knew I could not last much longer

I looked into her beautiful eyes, looked at her perfect lips, pursed in concentration; looked once again down her blouse, at the tits that were now being jogged lightly with each stroke. I looked down at her hands, pumping and pumping my straining cock towards release. I reached the point of no return, and raised my hips slightly, thrusting with my cock into her attentive hands as I lost myself in her deep dark eyes. She saw that I was about to come, and went even faster, even harder.

"Ah!" I cried, closing my eyes in ecstasy, and felt the first powerful shot of cum shoot from my cock. I thrust up again with my hips, and felt her grip tighten as the second shot came, and the third. Her hands did not slow down or loosen, firm and tight around my cock as it pumped spurt after spurt of cum. At last the convulsions slowed and became less intense, and with them her hands slowed down, pumping my cock slowly but powerfully, draining the very last of my cum from it. I still lay with my head back, my eyes closed, breathing hard, savouring the feeling. 

Finally I felt her hands come off my cock, and opened my eyes. My chest and stomach was covered in pools and spurts of my thick white cum, and my cock lay there, engorged but spent, twitching in time with my heartbeat. Danielle had turned away to the trolley, and I anxiously watched her as she turned back to me, washcloth once again in hand. 

Her face was noticeably flushed, and her eyes were feverish although now she did not look at me. Instead she quickly, distractedly washed the semen off my skin with the washcloth, turning to wring it out several times. When I was clean again, she did not say anything, but pulled the bedsheets back up to my stomach, and then, still avoiding my gaze, pushed the trolley briskly out of the room. 

I lay still on the bed for several minutes, my damp, clean skin and slowly shrinking cock still exposed. Had that really just happened? Had my beautiful nurse just masturbated me to orgasm while she was meant to be washing me? 

Apparently so. But where was Danielle now? Why had she disappeared so quickly after it was over? Maybe she had come to her senses and realised what she was doing. But she had been the one who initiated it. She had been the one with her buttons undone, leaning over me tantalisingly. Teasingly. 

Maybe it had gone further than she had expected and she had shocked herself with her actions. She had certainly shocked me, but not in a bad way. I wondered how she would play it when next she came in. She would have to come in sooner or later, as it was not even 11pm and she was on duty all night from what I understood. 

I lay there arguing with myself and running over what had happened again and again, recalling the image of Danielle bent over my cock, soft tits bouncing lightly, dark eyes fixed on my own. I almost had to jerk myself off to the thought, but realised that I wouldn't be able to clean up after myself. Eventually I grew tired, and slowly fell asleep to dreams of dark eyes and dark hair. 

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That's it, hope you enjoyed it. Feedback appreciated. Part two is on its way.

Toru



The Nurse



I was sitting pondering her, looking at the phone, I wasn't going to pick it up to call unless I intended to go through with the call. I was trying to convince myself to just let it go, treat all of this like a dream, a very very wet dream. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I reached out to pick up the phone and... it exploded. All the pieces stayed together but the ring right as my hand made contact scared the living shit out of me. Never had I heard a phone so fucking loud, as scary as it was I couldn't help but laugh at myself and it was with a laughing tone of voice that I answered the phone. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, its me..." 

No identifiers, she knew I was hooked. I had lost all control, I was fucked... as if I've ever had any control with any other woman in my life.... 

"miss me?" was her playful question... 

"as a matter of fact I have... When are you coming over again?" 

"soon but not today" 

"I have about eight million two hundred and sixty seven thousand questions for you... can I start now?" 

"No, we don't have time now... I have a few quick answers... No kids,divorced, no Boyfriends at the present time, and I like you... The rest of the questions will have to wait." 

"Those are good answers... I'll just check those questions off my list." Shit she was reading my mind now... I still can't figure out why this woman had me so hooked, but the answer was that she definitely did. 

"Good..." and a light hearted laughing giggle... "I can't make lunch in the near future unless you want to meet me here and have hospital food, but how about dinner?" 

"Dinner sounds great! when?" 

Tomorrow night? 7:00?" 

"Sounds great! like a date!" 

"Good... I was thinking about you today..." and her voice had turned deep, sultry, a very different sound.... 

"At all the right times I hope?" going for the obvious reference... 

"It wasn't the right time yet... but now might be..." 

That could be nothing other than a reference to phone sex. This woman was amazing. She could bring me to a peak of sexual excitement with less words than anyone else I had ever met. 

"Where are you?" I asked brilliantly? 

"An empty room on the 10th floor." 

"What are you doing there?" Sometimes I am so brainless it hurts even me. 

"getting wet...." 

No I didn't come back with "what is it raining?" or "is the roof leaking?" I am stupid but not that stupid... It would've been nice if I had an instant comeback for her but she took my breath away... I felt like a 16 year old finding daddy's nudy magazines for the first time, excitement, fear, the clenching of the chest, but the overriding feeling was the tingle that hit my crotch so hard I let out a groan... "Hmmmmm... sounds really nice... I'd like to feel your wetness..." 

"I am, and my clit is hard, I'm leaning against the wall with my dress pulled up and I'm rolling my clit und er my finger..." 

"why are you doing this to me..." in a plaintive whining voice, "you're driving me nuts!" 

"I was thinking about you, that I want you, that I want to feel your cock slide into me, and I got wet, thought I should share the moment so to speak..." 

I heard her voice shake a little, heard her breathing change in that subtle sound when intelligent thought stops and tingles take over, "I just slid a finger in, I'm so wet..." 

"God I wish I was there..." my voice husky, quiet. "I want you.. I want to feel you... I want to slide all the way into you... I want my cock to slide up over your clit..." 

"ohhhhhhhh.... Yesssssss.... I want to cum..." 

I had my hard cock in my hand, stroking fast to catch up and the tingles were getting to the point that I could no longer control it... 

"I'm stroking my cock for you... I'm getting close too...." 

"cum with me... Ohhhhh... I have to be quiet... ohhhhhhhhhh cumming.... Ohh I'm cumming...." 

And as I heard her breathing stop, I could hear the rustle of the phone with her shuddering waves of pleasure... I closed my eyes and felt the tingle rush as my cock burst, spewing shot after shot of cum... whispering to her as I came... 

"Oh oh oh! Feels so good baby... cumming.... Oh again! Ohhhhhh" 

and I sat there with my cock in my hand... cum dripping down over it to pool in my pubic hair.... My body shaking periodically with the after tremors. 

With a laughing tilt to her voice she said, "gotta run!" a laugh and.... A dial tone... 

"um um what about tomorrow? Where?" but she was gone. What was the deal with this woman? 

Seven o'clock and I was sitting in the family room of the house. I didn't think she'd really show. All the doubts playing through my mind... she's just fucking with me, she's a secret agent making an ass of me, are two of the more realistic ideas I had. I really had no clue. I had made my mind up about one thing for certain though. If she came, and if she'd let me touch her, I was going to do the absolute best job of making her cum I could. If I could keep count of her orgasms then she hadn't had enough. 

The door bell was an explosion of sound again. Deep in my quandary of whether she would show and my strategizing of how I'd make her cum and she shows up. As I rushed to the door all of my preconceived plans just evacuated my mind... 

She was standing at the door, dressed in a pink shirt and blue skirt. Her shirt was tight across the chest but loose around her stomach. Her hair was down, and her eyes were... Fucking perfect brown pools, erotic, sensuous but insecure at the same time. I offered her my hand and asked her to come in... and as she took my hand in hers I finally felt her soft skin and firm fingers. I wanted so badly to take her into my arms, to have her melt into my chest, to kiss her deeply like you'd see in the movies... But basically deep down inside I am a chicken always waiting to get out... 

"like something to drink? Figure out where you want to go to eat?" 

"So many questions... relax and you will get all your answers." 

This woman was driving me nuts... What was I supposed to think? Ok if she was going to fuck with me I would fuck with her... 

I leaned over to her, looking her deep in the eyes, and kissed her. It started out as a chicken peck kiss... (see I told you about the chicken thing), but then grew, I felt her mouth open in acquiescence, felt her tongue wrestling with mine. My hands slid up her back, (registering that she wasn't wearing a bra on the way up... that 17 year old thing again) to pull her against me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, feel her hands pressing against the back of my head pulling me in tighter, sliding down to my ass to pull me against her. 

I was getting hard in a hurry, and as tightly as she had pulled me in she could feel it. I kissed this woman with all of the soft passion I could muster. Not the "me tarzan you jane" type of kiss but softly, with as much feeling as I could express, hands sliding through her soft long hair, to hold her head against mine, arms sliding down to hold her tightly... and then it was over. I was still holding her and she was looking into my eyes. And she just.... Turned away and walked to the kitchen. 

She leaned up to the counter next to the sink to grab a glass out of the cabinet in my recently sanitized kitchen. I walked up behind her and while she was stretched out wrapped my hands around her, pulling her to me. 

She sank back against me with her hands still on the cabinet and my hands slid up her stomach to the bottom of her breasts. I took her nipples between my fingers and began gently rolling them, pulling gently on them. 

"hmmmmmm... that feels good" and her head feel back to rest on my shoulder. Her stance made her open to my caresses, seemed to be a posture that gave me access to the charms of her body at will. 

My hand slid down her body, down over her hip, her thigh to begin sliding up again. No panty hose... my mind registered, silk panties, as my fingers passed over her mound. She was tight, firm her lips closed together. I felt the warmth increase as my fingers lightly traced her lips through her panties, her lips softening, parting under my probing fingers. 

"ohhhhhh... that feels... nice...." 

My now fully hard cock was pressing into her from behind and she was pressing back, wriggling her ass a little... it felt sooooo good. 

I grabbed her hand, turned her around and gently led her to the bedroom. 

I kissed her as we walked in, another short-turned-into-long kiss, my hands running over her back I backed her to the bad and gently laid her down. I looked down at her, that confident smirk she had always worn replaced by a sensuous warmth. I wanted to hold her I wanted to kiss her I wanted to profess my undying love for her... (the things we won't say when faced with a willing beautiful woman). She held her hands up to me, trying to pull me down on top of her. 

"no... its your turn..." I whispered gently, softly. 

I leaned over her and ran my fingers down across her chest, over her hardened nipples, down to the clasp of her skirt. And pulled the waist band down, hooking her panties with my fingers on the way down, to leave them a puddle around her ankles on the floor. As my hands slid back up her body, I hooked my thumbs under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, she giggled as she struggled to sit up just enough to let me pull it over her head. I stood up and just looked at her. She was every bit as beautiful as I thought she'd be. Medium sized breasts with just a little sag as she laid on her back, Flat stomach, Hitler mustache trim to her pubic hair legs as long as next week. I leaned down and gently sucked on her shoulder, right where it connected to her neck and was rewarded with a sigh as I suckled. I slid lower and let my tongue trace the outline of her nipples, barely touching her skin, lightly tickling them into full erectness before gently taking them between my lips. Licking a path to her other breast to tease her other nipple before gently taking it between my lips and suckling gently. 

I slid lower, allowed my tongue to dip into her navel and smiled as I got a giggle and an exclamation... 

"that tickles!" and a laugh that sounded like music... Not punk rock music, not head bashing music, but gentle river running, waterfall type of music. (never thought I'd like that shit) 

I slid lower and suckled at the joint where her legs attached Her hips were moving and I could hear her moans. She moved sideways trying to get my mouth in contact with her, I took the hint and heard her suck in air as my tongue passed over her clit, which felt like a soft but hard nub under my tongue. I gave her long licks slightly probing her with the tip of my tongue before lapping up the length of her to flick her at the top of the stroke, forcing more pressure to her clit. She tasted wonderful and as I looked up between her breasts I saw her head fall back, the veins in her neck sticking out as she approached her first orgasm of the night. I slid two fingers in her and began pressing rhythmically against her secret spot, doing the come hither move over her G spot. Her legs tensed and her heels flat against the floor raising her body to press her clit against my lips. 

My lips parted slightly and I took her clit between my lips, sucking gently, flicking her nubbin gently under my tongue, her eyes flew open and she looked down at me as she began to cum. Her eyes were staring at me intensely, deeply as her body shook with each flick of my tongue. I felt as if my tongue was the trigger to make her body shudder. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body quivered, shuddered, her legs raising off the floor to wrap around the back of my head pulling me tighter against her... 

"oooooohhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh ohohoh.... Yessssssss......" I could hear her cum muffled through her thighs. 

I was rock hard. I needed to fuck her so badly, and while I was continuing to suck gently on her clit I was struggling out of my clothes, running down the buttons on my button down, struggling to pull my shirt off my shoulders, sliding my pants and underwear down in fell swoop. Finally naked I slowly slid up on her. 

I wanted to plug that thing in so bad. I wanted to feel her softness envelop me, I wanted to fuck her in the absolute worst way, but I stopped. The head of my cock at her opening, her lips parted prepared to receive me, I stopped. All I had to do was slide my hips forward and I was in but I stopped. 

And looked her in the eye... 

"Do you want me to...?" 

her eyes opened wider and she said "yes! Please please fuck me" 

and I slid partly into her, just the first inch or two and stopped. It was like trying to ride a bucking bronco. Her hips pushed up into me, her legs wrapped around me to pull me in. I slid up so the full length of my cock rode up and over her clit. Her hands slid around my back and she lifted up to press her breasts against my chest. I could feel her finger nails against my back. I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping me as she convulsed. This was the warmest wettest softest most gripping woman I had ever felt. Her neck was tense, her breasts were almost hard with the effort of cumming... Her entire body was shuddering, her nipples hard against my chest as she came. 

I knew I never wanted to be anywhere else. I never wanted to leave the tight warm grasping pleasure of her pussy. My cock tingled like it had never tingled before. I couldn't hold back and thrust deeply into her and joined her in orgasmic bliss. My cock throbbed as it unloaded deep in her and still she held me tight, rubbing her body against mine, wriggling her hips to force the friction on her clit. I felt like I was pouring my entire body into her. Then her body softened, molded itself to me and I felt as if I was falling into her, becoming part of her. 

"well, think you could give me your number now?" I asked with a laugh... 

"You can have my number, a key to my place, my car whatever you want as long as we get to do that again." 

"you're wonderful ya know that?" 

and this time, as I drifted off to sleep, I felt her in my arms, and this woman that generated so many questions felt so warm, so right in my arms. I couldn't wait to fall asleep so I could wake up...



The Nurse



Karen was frustrated tonight; she had been unable to help the girl with her pain, such a pretty thing, now suffering from the beating administered by her boyfriend. She would recover physically but the mental scares would remain. She had to get away and into the loving arms of her sole mate. God how she hated men for their cruelty.

When she entered her apartment she flung off her clothes and headed for a nice hot shower. It would rinse away the smell of the ER. She wanted to have fun tonight and forget the scenes of gore and mayhem. The hot water beating on her skin brought a new warmth and calmness to her being.

As she was letting the water wash away her troubles the door opened and Kelli slipped in the shower behind her. Kelli wrapped her arms around Karen's lithe body and began to kiss her on the neck and shoulders. Karen was not startled, it was what she liked so much about Kelli, she knew when to comfort her.

As Kelli caressed Karen's shoulders and neck with her lips, her hands rose up to her breast and cupped them gently; her nimble fingers took a nipple in each hand and worried it till it became erect. The sensation sent a chill through Karen's body and she shivered. Sensing the good feeling she had caused, Kelli turned Karen around and lowered her face to the waiting up turned breast and wrapped her lips around first one nipple then the other nibbling as she did. With the water cascaded over them Karen leaned back her head and enjoyed the feeling her, love nest becoming moist with anticipation.

With her lips and tongue working on Karen's breast Kelli let her hand drift down and cupped the love mound between Karen's legs, sliding a finger between her lips and touching on her clit, messaging it gently. Then she put three fingers in and began to drive them deep in and out in and out of Karen's wet hot pussy. Karen parted her legs and as Kelli's hand would drive in she would press her hips forward to greet the ravaging fingers. The touch on her breast and the fingers rapidly increasing their tempo gave way to a burst of an orgasm she could no longer hold back.

Her body shook and shivered as she let go. Almost collapsing on the shower floor with the pleasure. Kelli had done herself proud, making her cum in such a quick fashion. But it wasn't over as Kelli now held her by the hips and pressed Karen's wet pussy into her face and began to lick the juices seeping out of Karen's lips. Lapping at each drop holding her lips apart as she darted in and out and swirled around inside. Karen placed her hands on Kelli's head and pressed her to her, and the feel of her tongue as it worked it's magic brought Karen to a second orgasm, more forceful than the last.

Kelli rose up and took Karen in her arms hugging her close and kissing her full on the mouth, the taste of Karen's juices still on her lips. Then they parted and finished their shower, this was the time for Karen, and she would give Kelli her due. The night had just begun. When Kelli and Karen had dried their hair and scrubbed each other raw drying off they both felt refreshed. Still naked they ran from through the house prancing and dancing around. Too full of energy to sleep they soon found themselves back in the bedroom.

It was Karen's turn to give Kelli reason to shiver and shake. Kelli had long legs and a slender build, but she had an over abundance of breast that Karen loved to bury her face in. Karen began to gently stroke the soft skin on Kelli's back and her lips and her tongue began to journey down the spine of Kelli's back. As she got closer to Kelli's ass she took her hands and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and began to message them and poke her finger through the crack probing gently in her hole. Kelli let out a soft murmur; she loved the feel of Karen's touches.

Karen moved Kelli to a prone position on the big king size bed. Then Karen straddled Kelli's, their pussies touching. Karen then leaned forward and buried her face in Kelli's ample breast. Grasping the two large orbs she pressed them to her cheeks then brought the nipples together and licked at each in turn. Holding them together she began to suckle them the nipples so large ands hard they popped back and forth like springs when ever Karen would let one out of her mouth.

Karen then ran her tongue through the cleavage and down to the navel, biting at the soft skin and lavishing her wet tongue all over the soft belly. It tickled and brought goose bums to the skin of Kelli's body, a soft moan could be heard escaping Kelli's.

Karen continued her downward movement, stopping at the tip of Kelli's pussy. Karen brought her hands down and parted the lips of Kelli's lovely mound of joy, her tongue darted between the lips searching for her clit Now exposed as Karen peeled back the lips, Karen began to nibble and chew on it.

The new assault brought a deeper, louder moan from Kelli. Kelli raised her hips hoping that Karen's tongue would go deeper, she began to bounce up n down and sway back and forth, Kelli was building rapidly to climax, just what Karen wanted. Now she took her fingers and began to work them on to the clit rubbing it hard, pressing up and ramming her hand to greet each rise of hips from Kelli. 

Kelli moaned crying out, as the orgasm hit her and she trembled and shook with the release of her pent up passion. Slowly her hips subsided and she lay back, Karen now licking at her wetness, slowly running her tongue over the lips and lapping up juices that flowed down Kelli's leg.

When she had satisfied herself she had it all, Karen Lay on top of Kelli and kissed her, pressing her tongue in Kelli's mouth so the taste of the cum juice was shard by both. Now spent they parted and lay back on the big bed. Each was in a state of bliss from the joys that they had shared.



The Nurse



Co-written by Akedren.

I slowly carefully opened my eyes, I couldn't see much at first the light was bright enough to almost hurt. After my eyes had adjusted, I took a look around the room, it was white and very sterile, and looked just like so many of the hospital rooms I had been in before, I could see a door leading to the connecting bathroom. Looking around again, I took note that it was a private room, and not very large. The window caught my attention as I scanned the room, looking out side it was quite dark, a street light shone down into the street below.

I wondered just what I had been doing that I ended up in the hospital this time, my memory was a bit faint as I tried to remember. I closed my eyes and tried to remember, I started by flexing some of my muscles, and as I did so they felt stiff and sore. I could feel I was wearing little more then a hospital gown, and the blanket, which covered me.

The last thing I could remember was driving down a narrow road, after visiting the strip club again, and looking at the women I could never have. I was driving home and saw a deer in my lane, and I swerved to avoid it, and hit a patch of ice, sending my car into a spin, I ended up in the ditch and slammed passenger side first into a tree. I remember my head snapping back and hitting hard on something, and then darkness took me.

I heard the door handle turn, as I lay in bed remembering how I got here. I glanced over and saw a nurse walk in, dressed in one of those short skirt and blouse uniforms, wearing one of those little hats that never seems to fall off in a porno movie. She apparently thought I was still sleeping, as she walked over to check on something on the other side of the room. I watched her as she bent over to look at it, making that short skirt of hers rise up and give me a nice new of her tight ass. I heard something fall as she bent over even more, making the skirt ride up even farther, well beyond what modesty would allow, letting me see up it, I saw that she was wearing a very small black thong.

She didn't take long to stand up straight again and pull her skirt back down, at which point she turned and walked towards the bed, while she read over a chart. I looked her up and down, she couldn't have been more then 5'10" tall, the pearl white uniform a contrast to her brown hair, and eyes. Her chest stood well out, almost threatening to burst from her uniform, which looked to be at least a size too small. She was studying a chart as she lightly sucked on a pen between her lush red lips, almost as if she was teasing me.

Her inadvertent show before, had gotten my attention and started my cock stirring, now watching her suck on the pen and her ample chest, had my full attention, and my cock was showing just how much I was enjoying it. I could feel my cock pushing the blanket up forming a lump, then I noticed her eyes look down and lock onto it, I thought I saw her smile... 

I saw him stir as I sucked on the pen cap, I glanced up and down the length of his body, seeing the slight bulge under the blanket, I knew he wasn't asleep and blushed a bit, knowing just how much I showed off when I picked up the cup that had fallen earlier. I tried not to let him know that I knew, but I was kind of excited, knowing that what little he could have seen excited him. I looked back down at the chart, putting it aside, turning to pick up another blanket from the low dresser, knowing my skirt was riding up again, I stayed that way for a few, acting as if I was rearranging the drawing, giving him a show.

I pulled another blanket out, standing back up but not pulling my skirt down this time, I turned back towards the bed, knowing the front had ridden up as well, letting him see more of my thighs and even a slight glimpse of what the front of what my thong was covering. I spread the blanket across his bed, stretching across his body to smooth it, my breasts pressing lightly against the bulge that had grown beneath the thin blanket. I wiggled a bit, intentionally trying to excite him more, smiling as I felt him harden more.

I straightened up, pulling my skirt down as I sat on the edge of his bed, brushing the hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. I slid my fingers lightly down his chest, then slipping under the blanket, finding the bulge, wrapping my fingers around it, stroking him lightly, squeezing just enough to make him harder. I sat there like that for what seemed like forever, fingers wrapped around his hard cock, wondering why I was so drawn to him...

I gasped lightly; I wasn't really sure what was going on anymore. I was admiring the view this tight little nurse was giving me. First her ass as she bent over to get a blanket, then a nice look at her thong covered pussy, which was right at eye level. Now, she had bent over and rubbed her large tits along my already stiff cock, which got me even hotter, and she didn't stop there, she reached down and wrapped her soft fingers around me.

I groaned, and opened my eyes catching hers; she looked distant as she ran her fingers up and down my cock, like she was trying to figure something out. One of her fingers caught me just so, and I moaned loudly which seemed to snap her out of it. She smiled softly and said "Nice to see your up", and continued to stroke my cock. I really didn't know what to say so I replied "Nice to be up, feels like I've been in bed all week, I could use a bit of exercise." 

She flashed me a predatory grin, still keeping her hand on my hard cock, "Well, our physio therapy programs are only open during the day, but I'm sure we can find something to work up a sweat tonight."... 

I pulled back slightly but he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me to him, whispering, "How about right now?" I was shocked for a second, then glanced around. "Uhm, give me 20 minutes to finish my shift." I squeezed him again and slipped off the edge of the bed, pulling my skirt down, slipping quickly out of the room.

I went back to the nurse’s station, picked up the phone and called to cancel the hair appointment I had made for after work. I finished checking on my patients, clocked out then slipped into the break room, finding my locker quickly. I pulled out my clothes and changed, pulling a short white skirt on, tugging it down to make sure it looked appropriate to anyone whom should see. I quickly pulled my short white halter-top on, reaching underneath to unhook the bra, removing it and tossing it into my bag. I released my hair from its ponytail and shook it out. I slipped a pair of low sandals on my feet, closed my locker, tossed my bag over my shoulder and walked back out, as if I was leaving.

I slipped into his room, glancing at his sleeping form, noticing there was still quite a bulge under the blanket, wondering if he was dreaming of me. I dropped my bag into his chair and put up the "Patient wishes not to be disturbed" sign on the door, locking it, knowing that all the duty nurses would obey the sign, being as we often had patients who locked themselves in to get rest. I walked over to the edge of the bed and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, as I had earlier, stroking his cheek lightly, leaning down to kiss him softly, watching him sleep, knowing she had plenty of time to be with him....

I opened my eyes again, I guess I had dozed off, I saw her sitting on the edge of my bed, she had changed out her nurses uniform and into some street cloths, they hid her figure even less then the uniform did. I look at her, and she seemed to be staring off into space again, I coughed lightly, she turned to me looking a little nervous, and smiled.

My cock was still stiff from the last time she was here, and looking at her street cloths made it stand at attention again, her top showed her breasts off very nicely, and the way she was sitting gave me a pretty good look up her skirt.

She looked back down at my cock, and smiled. "Looks like your up again, are you ready for that work out?" She didn't wait for my answer as she straddled my lap, sinking down, sitting just in front of my cock, just so I could feel it rub against her ass. She lent down and kissed me hard on the lips, running her tongue into my mouth. 

I squirmed a bit, settling down straddling him, wriggling until I could feel his cock against my ass. I slid my tongue into his mouth, settling against him, fingers exploring his body as I felt his hands finding me. I closed my eyes, enjoying kissing him as his hands explore my body, then he inadvertently tickled me, making me squirm some against his cock. He moans and I do it again.

He slides his hands up my back, pushing my top up, so I sit up, breaking the kiss, reaching to pull the top over my head, dropping it along side the bed. He reaches out for me, taking hold of my nipples, pinching them as they harden. I moan out softly, whimpering a bit, leaning back till his cock is pressing against my ass again. I wiggle against him, hearing him moan; I rise up to my knees, grinning as my eyes lock with his. I pull the zipper to my skirt down, pushing it slowly down as far as possible, I stand up on the bed, letting it pool around my ankles, kicking it off carefully and wink at him. He reaches up, tracing his finger along the narrow fabric covering my pussy. I groan, knees trembling slightly as he hooks his finger in them, pulling the thong down till it pools around my ankles as well. I step free of them, dropping back to my knees, straddling his chest this time so he can have better access to my body...

I watch as she slides back down, naked this time, I can see her large firm tits stand up, and her perfectly shaved pussy is right in front of me. I slide my hands around and grab her ass, caressing it lightly as I pull her forward, my tongue sliding up her pussy, making her wetter then before. She started to moan and writhe while I slowly licked her wet pussy, kept my hands firm on her ass to keep her somewhat still.

She was panting heavily now, and reached up and started to fondle her own tits, rubbing and kneading them between her fingers. Moaning now and then, thinking it’s a good thing they sound proof these hospital rooms. I slide my tongue into her pussy, making her groan loudly. 

I was writhing over his mouth, grinding my pussy against his lips, silently begging him to fuck me with his tongue. And he did, he shoved his tongue deep into my pussy, making me shudder from head to toe, orgasming harder than I had in a long long time. I shivered as he moved his tongue inside of me, my pussy impulsively clamping down on it. I groaned again as he took my clit into his mouth, suckling it even more. I closed my eyes, playing with my nipples as he made me writhe even more. He finally looked up at me, smiling as he licked his lips clean.

I leaned down, kissing him, rubbing my hard nipples against his chest as I slid down his body, nibbling and kissing down over his stomach. I find my way to his throbbing cock, kissing the tip lightly before licking softly around the tip, taking it between my lips, sucking him slowly into my mouth. I take him deep into my throat, glancing up at him, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face, wondering what he was really thinking.

It had been so long since I had gotten a blowjob, and this little vixen had read my mind. I looked down at her, not believing how much of my rock hard cock as was taking down her throat, it felt so good. My eyes locked with hers for a second, they seemed to sparkle for a second before, and she turned her head and started to bob up and down on my cock quickly. She moved one of her hands up to fondle my balls as she moved her mouth rapidly up and down, sucking me in farther then I thought possible.

I felt her moan into my hard cock, as she sucked and fondled me, I wasn't sure where her other hand was but I didn't think about it that much. I groaned as she assaulted my cock, just then she flicked her tongue in a way I hadn't felt before, and I instantly came hard right her hot mouth. She quickly drank it all, and only the smallest amount trickled out of the corner of her mouth, I could hear her purring lightly as she make very sure my cock was clean of my cum. She gave it one more long lick, and then looked at me, smiling... 

I slid my finger out of my pussy, then trailed my wet finger over his softening cock, pondering what to do next. I look him up and down, smiling as I slide up his body, curling up beside him, kissing him softly, and tracing my fingers up and down his chest. "Feel better yet?" "Mmm a bit, yes, you?" "Most definitely" They lay there in silence, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin, his fingers trailing up and down my back, making me squirm against him.

I suddenly jump a bit, looking into your eyes, he looks over at me and I just smile, kissing him softly before whispering, "I don't even know your name." But before he can answer, I climb atop him, settling my ass against his cock, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. I gently massage his chest, nails biting lightly into his flesh a bit. I feel his cock start to harden some against my ass and I squirm a bit, waiting to see what he is going to do next

I feel her slide back to rest her ass against my cock; I can feel her soaking wet pussy against my stomach as she wiggles around to get comfortable. I felt her fingers slide along my chest, one was utterly soaked in her juices as she traced it along.

I realized that I had no idea what her name was ether, I had been focused on other things when she had her named tag on, and I had simply assumed my name would be on my chart. "Chris, is my name", I said softly, "you'll have to tell me what yours is, is you can find the time between moans". I grabbed her ass, and lifted her up; she didn't even resist for a second, as I brought her to kneel above me. I slid up slightly so my cock was directly below her pussy, as I slowly pushed her back down till she was sitting just on the tip of my cock. 

I gasp, unable to resist him, allowing him to do with me as he pleases. I wriggle a bit as he settles me on his cock, groaning softly, whispering, "My name is Jessa". I settled down on to his cock, groaning as he slid into me. He was bigger than my last boyfriend was, so he was stretching me more than any other had. I groaned, tilting my head back as he pushed up into me, filling me completely. I squeezed his cock once he was all the way inside me and I could feel him throbbing, hardening more inside of me. 

I closed my eyes, grinding against his cock, squeezing down on him as I slid up and down his length, fingers finding their way to my nipples as I groan, finally getting accustomed to his cock inside me...

I moaned as she slide down my cock, her pussy was like a velvet vice around my cock, she was so tight, I wasn't sure she would able to take my cock all the way, but she did, groaning the whole time. It took awhile before my whole shaft was inside her tight pussy, but it felt so good going in, I felt her squeeze around my cock, and I would have cum right then if I hadn't just a few minutes before.

I watched as she started to fondle her breasts again, groaning at any shift in our bodies. She started to slide up and down my cock slowly I could feel her squeeze every time she switched directions, which caused me to moan deeply. She couldn't go much faster because of how tight she was, she was moaning and groaning almost constantly as she slide up and down. She started to speed up her pace, then she slide her hands down from her chest took my hands and pinned them above my head. Her eyes locked with mine I saw hers sparkle again, as she started to slide up and down my cock faster and faster, throwing her head back as she moaned loudly. I couldn't do much more then watch her tits bounce and try to keep pace with her.

She was riding my cock for all it was worth now, and moaning like a total whore while doing it. Her pussy felt divine as it slide up and down my cock, I could feel myself getting so close, and then she came hard, clamping down like a vice around my cock, causing me to cum deep inside her tight wet pussy. She kept the pressure around my cock for what seemed like an age while I kept cumming, her pussy milking it all out of me. When she did relax she kneeled back down, keeping my softening cock inside her wet warm pussy, with my hands still pined above my head, not that I had struggled much, and she looked into my eyes.

I squeezed his cock gently again, feeling him soften inside me. I leaned down, kissing him hard, sliding my tongue into his mouth, still keeping his hands pinned over his head, I laid atop him, eyes locked with his, kissing him deeper. I finally released his hands and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling him against him, rolling us onto our sides, and looking deep into my eyes.

He kissed me, the look in his eyes showing that he was trying to gather the strength or courage to say something, or ask me something, but I wasn't sure what. As the kiss broke, I smiled and whispered, "I don't have a boyfriend, nor a girlfriend. I'd like to see you again, after you're released. Nurse you back to health with a special touch."

I slid my hands over her body some more, "Mmm, I'd like that, I don't know how long I'll be in here" I said "But, I'd love to have you take care of my body." 



The Nurse



My friend, Doctor Bob, is probably one of the last of the doctors that holds examinations on Saturday. I had a physical that I had to take for a new job and he told me to come in and he'd take care of me.

I had gotten there around an hour before he closed as instructed and he'd try to work me in. While sitting there I watched people come in and leave until finally I was the last one in the waiting room. Once the receptionists left, I was wondering if I was going to be called in.

The door opened and I figured it was him telling me to come in but there was this gorgeous creature telling me to come in. As I followed her, Doctor Bob came out of a room and told me that he has to leave, but his Nurse Practitioner will take care of me. I could have imagined it, but it looked like he winked at me when he said she'd take care of me.

I walked to where she was standing and as I got to the door, she handed me the little hospital gown and told me to take everything off and put it on. 

I took it from her and she shut the door and walked away.

I had no idea why I had to wear this little gown, but who am I to question. I undressed completely and slid my arms in it and sat on the examining table and waited.

She came in and pulled her chair over to the table and sat down directly in front of me. She had on a little nurse uniform that when standing up, rose to about 5 inches above her knees, so you can imagine the sight I saw when she sat down and crossed her legs.

She was about 5-8 with legs that matched a professional figure skater. 

Long, smooth legs that were covered with the normal nurse's white hosiery and my observation when she sat down was that she had on a white garter belt. Quite impressive indeed.

She started asking me the normal questions and while she was doing that, her legs were crossed and when bobbing her lower leg up and down, her skirt rode higher and higher until her garter belt was in full view. She was exciting looking and she saw me looking at her and she knew it was having an effect on me.

She finished her questions and rose to her feet. It was only a quick glimpse but she didn't look like she had any panties on and my cock took a sudden leap. She moved towards me and told me to drop the gown so she can check my heart and chest area. I did so and she moved closer to the table between my legs that I had opened.

How firm her thighs felt on the inside of my thighs as she pressed closer. 

She took her stethoscope and started listening to my heart beat. I looked at her cleavage as she examined and she raised her eyes and busted me. I was trying to look down so I could see her nipples because there was no bra showing.

"You sir, are being a naughty boy," she laughed. "So do you like what you see?" I squeezed my thighs together on the outside of her hips and said, "I like very much what I see, and feel." She smiled and leaned back a bit and took both of my hands and moved them up to her bulging breasts. As I squeezed them, my cock became fully erect and it was causing a rise under that little gown that had fallen in my lap.

Without a bra, her nipples were not restrained and they poked out with excitement. I took the nipples between my thumb and fingers and started squeezing them and she sighed.

"You love having your nipples squeezed don't you hon," I asked. She let out a breath and said, "You just don't know what it does to me." I squeezed a little harder and told her that maybe she needs to show me what it does to her. She instinctively took one of my hands off of her breasts and brought it down between her legs and raised her skirt with the other hand. She pulled my hand until my fingers were pressed against a wonderfully bald pussy. My fingers slide between her folds and I found an ocean of wetness. I let a couple of fingers move over her clit and plunge deep inside of her cavern.

Her hand moved down to my lap and she took the gown and dropped it on the floor, exposing my hard erection. She took it in her hand and started stroking me. My fingers continued moving in her pussy and over her clit. I pulled my fingers out and brought them up to her mouth. I spread her juices over her lips and as she opened her mouth, I moved them inside and she started sucking her juices off of them. She moved closer to my lips and we kissed and tasted her sweet pussy.

She moved back from me and pulled her blouse off over her head. She just as quickly dropped her skirt leaving her standing there in only her hosiery and garter belt. Her bald pussy glistening with her juices and I couldn't help but stroke my hard cock.


She moved my hand and took it in her hand again as she leaned over and rolled her tongue over my pulsating head. I lay back on the table and she started stroking my cock as her mouth took my head in as she continued moving her tongue over it. Her tongue sliced through the tiny opening of my cock head and started moving down lower, taking my cock deeper in her mouth. Her mouth was a furnace. She moved up and down on me and when she moved her hand from me, she plunged downward until the head of my cock felt pressure from her throat.

My moans indicated that I was rapidly coming to an explosion point from this sucking she was giving me and then she pulled her head up and off of my cock and told me to get off of the table. Not knowing what she had in mind, I moved off and she got up and laid down with her head hanging over the edge of the table and her mouth opened, waiting for me to feed her my cum. I moved my cock in her mouth and pushed it forward until I was in her throat again. I reached down and started squeezing her nipples as I fucked her mouth harder. She had brought her feet up and spread her legs and moved her fingers and buried two fingers in her dripping hole.

I felt her moans that came deep from within her throat as my orgasm builds. Her hips lift off of the table as she fucks her pussy with her fingers. I fuck her harder as my cock muffles her screams. My balls tense and unload streams of my hot cum deep in her throat. Her hips begin shaking as she cums at the same time. I let out a grunt as her throat squeezes the last drops of cum from my throbbing cock.

I pull out and move around and pull her up and hold her for a brief moment, catching our breath. I had never felt my cock receive so much pleasure and knew that I wanted to return the favor.

I shifted her around and pulled her right to the edge of the table while on her back. She spread her legs and I moved in between them. Her bald pussy, red from her rubbing it and her juices flowing beckoned my mouth. I lower my head and run my tongue over her inflamed clit. I massage it momentarily then move down and slide the length of my tongue deep inside of her. Her fingers move down to her pussy and take her lips and spread them to give me full access to her honey pot. I move my tongue in and out and all around, tasting her silky walls.

I move my mouth back up to her clit and take two fingers and move them inside of her. I begin sliding them in and out, fucking her in a slow motion. Her hips started lifting each time I thrust my fingers inside of her.

"Oh yes baby, put more in my hot hole," she coos. I slide a third one in and start fucking her harder, pushing those three fingers hard with I go in. She goes wild and begs for more so I oblige her with my fourth finger. In and out I fuck her, as her hips lunge hard against my fingers. She reaches down and grabs my wrist and starts pulling my hand harder, wanting me to fuck her harder and harder.

I reach up and take a nipple between my fingers and I start pinching one then the other. Her hips were bouncing off the table now as her pussy wanted to be filled. "OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD. FUCK ME HARDER. I'M GONNA CUMMMMM. FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she screams as I slam into her with my fingers. I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers as she unleashes a barrage of orgasms. Her hips shook as her juices rush over my fingers. I pull my fingers out and a rush of juices drip down between her legs and run into the crack of her ass. I take her legs and push them back towards her head and run my tongue from her pussy down through her ass and get all of her juices I could.

By now my cock was hard again and with her hole as wet as it was, I needed to fuck her and give her more of my cum. I help her off of the table and I lay on my back with my cock in my hand, stroking it and making it even harder. She climbs on the table and straddles me. She smiles as she starts undulating her hips while her hand rubs over her clit. She spreads her pussy lips and inserts two fingers as she gyrates. I needed her now but the sight of her fingering herself was worth the wait.

Her juices ran down her legs as she continues to flow. She takes her fingers out and rubs her wetness over the nipples on her breast. She lifts each one and runs her tongue over each nipple. She then begins lowering herself and her hand replaced mine on my cock. She guides the head of my cock into the outer edges of her pussy. She places her hands on my chest and begins lowering herself down on me. Her pussy gives with each inch she takes in. Once she has me all inside of her, she begins moving back up and starts fucking me slowly at first.

I reached up and take her breasts in my hands and caress them as she bobs up and down on my cock. I take her nipples and squeeze and pull on them, extending them even more than what they are doing. I pull her nipples towards me and she leans down and I find her mouth with mine. Our tongues dance the tune of passion and I suck hers into my mouth. This strikes a nerve because she started fucking me with wild abandon. Her hips started thrusting against mine harder and faster. She moves back up into an upright position and started bobbing up and down on me.

I take my thumb and wet it and run it down her stomach until I find her clit. I begin massaging it and she thrusts hard and just grinds against it. She throws her head back and pulls on her nipples as she fucks me. Her pussy tightens and lets out a scream, "I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING."

I continue grinding my thumb against her clit as she erupts in an violent orgasm. Her pussy clutches me as her juices are released. She falls forward on top of me and our hearts were racing. With my cock still in her pussy, I just hold her until she catches her breath.

I pull her off of me and move off of the table. She takes my lead and moves down to the end of it and stands with her legs spread and lays her chest against the table. I run my hand between her legs and find her cavern. I slide a couple of fingers inside and wet them good. I move my fingers out and run my fingers up through the crack of her ass, lubricating her for my entry. I hadn't cum yet and my cock was still rock hard. I guide it to her tiny opening and press the head against it and slowly push inside. Easily, I shove my cock in inch by inch until I pop through her muscle ring. I push further and started moving it in and out of her slowly until she is used to it inside her tight ass.

Once firmly in, I grab her hips with my hands and start fucking her a little faster and harder now. She shoved back against me with each stroke and I began fucking her harder and faster. My hips began slapping her ass with each thrust. I moved my hand up her back until I grabbed her shoulder. With more leverage, I pulled almost all the way out, then drove it deep inside of her. She lets out a moan each time I thrust.

She raised her chest up off of the table and worked her hand downward until her fingers were rubbing her clit in a circular motion. I fucked her fast and then slowed down then fast again. The cum in my balls were almost ready to rush out.

"Put your fingers inside, I want to feel when I fuck you," I say. She worked three fingers in her hole and I could feel them rubbing my cock through her thin membrane between her ass and her pussy.

I reach up with my hand and run my fingers through her hair and grab a handful. I pulled her head back as I thrust my hard cock deep in her ass. 

Her fingers began working her pussy as my orgasm was almost near.

"FUCK MY ASS HARDER," She screams. "SHOVE THAT DICK IN DEEPER AND LET ME FEEL YOUR CUM." I almost pull out again and then drive it deep time and time again. My hips were slapping against her ass as my balls were hitting her hand which was deep in her pussy. I raised my free hand and let it come down hard on her ass. It makes a loud slapping sound and I did it again. 

She shoves her hips back against me as her pussy tightens around her fingers. I feel her ass tighten and at that time, I arch my back and thrust as deep as I could as my balls explode. Waves of cum rushes out deep in her bowels. She screams and then collapses on the table with me collapsing on top of her. I pull my cock out of her ass and climb up on the table next to her and we just held each other.

Once we caught our breath, we kissed lightly and I asked her, "Well doc, did I pass my physical." She smiles and kisses me once more and tells me anytime I need a physical, be sure to ask for her.



The Nurse



The author expresses his appreciation to user BlueEyed5ftAngel for her editing improvements to this story.

I was sitting on the elevated examination table when the nurse came bustling in with my folder.

"You're here today to follow up on your blood tests, right?"

"Yes, that's right" I replied, sizing her up. 

She was a pretty woman in her early forties with short fat fingers and a well-rounded body. Not large tits but a good handful. Her waist was nearly the same size as her hips but I didn't mind. She had a quick smile and the look of someone who cared.

"Okay, let's get your blood pressure," she said, turning after making some notations in the file.

She took down the cuff from the wall and pulled apart the Velcro fasteners. I held my left arm out and down so she could wrap the cuff around it while cocking my head to one side, looking into her eyes. 

She smiled, positioning the stethoscope in her ears before pulling my arm up to put the end of the device at my elbow. 

I just let my hand rise enough to cup her right tit; she didn't make any sign of recognition so I held the globe while she pumped up the pressure before slowly letting it ease back down. When she let it go all the way, I squeezed her tit and held it. She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment, then pulled away and wrote in the file while she commented, "Your numbers are running a little high today." She turned back to the file folder saying, "The doctor will be with you in a minute" and walked out, giving me another forlorn smile on her way out.

The visit with the doctor was purely routine but he did prescribe a flu shot. He checked my BP again and not surprisingly it was back in its usual range. After he left, the nurse came back in with a shot tray. When she rubbed alcohol over my left arm, I cocked my head and again looked into her eyes. 

She smiled and said, "I'll try not to hurt you."

When she brought over the syringe, I held my arm out to one side but pointed down. When she stopped at my side, my hand was on her right hip. I cupped her buttock in my hand as she lifted the needle and pierced my arm. I barely felt the prick but I sure could feel her ass. As she pulled the needle out, she hesitated so I dipped my hand and ran it down the crack in her ass, gently pulling on the bottoms of the two globes. She patted my upper thigh and smiled before going over to make another notation in my file. 

She turned and said, "Do you have the time? I forgot my watch."

"It's 8:28," I answered, glancing at my wrist.

"Okay. I'll be back in a minute. Jenny isn't in yet so I'll take your blood for the lab work." 

She hustled out the door but not before giving me another smile. She was back shortly with a blood kit which she set on the table beside me. 

I held my arm out, palm up so she could get to the inside of my elbow. When she stepped forward, my fingers pressed into her crotch. Again I cocked my head and looked into her eyes. She began to probe for a vein while my fingers tugged on the skirt of her uniform dress. By the time she was ready to stick my vein, I had my hand under her skirt and probing inside her panties. 

Just after the catheter entered my vein and blood began to boil into the little tube, she shivered as my fingers touched her clitty and one slipped into her vagina. Carefully, as if by special effort, she controlled herself and changed tubes. 

When it was full, she whispered huskily "Please ... I must take these to the lab. I'll be right back" and she pulled away, albeit reluctantly.

Maybe a minute later she was back, closing the door after her. I jumped off the table and waved her toward it. She climbed into the spot I had just occupied. I cocked my head and looked into her eyes, then planted my open lips on her ruby red mouth. Her tongue quickly shot out and found mine and they dueled ... while I pulled the table's stirrups out. 

Backing away, I put her feet in the stirrups, pulled the doctor's stool over and bent to my work. Her panties had disappeared while she was gone to the lab. Now with her legs spread, I zeroed in on her pussy which by now was steamy hot. The soft wet flesh seemed made for good eating and I made the most of it, quickly covering my whole face with the unmistakable slick wetness of her pussy juice. In just six minutes she climaxed four times while I ate her cunt. Then standing, I opened my pants and pulled out my cock and balls. 

Stepping up to the table, I pressed the foot lever until it was at the right height and easing myself forward, I pushed my cock into her hot cunt. 

Very softly she whispered, "Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, honey." 

Not bothering to take her uniform top down, I found her distended nipples and squeezed and pulled them as I pounded her pussy hard. It took me five minutes to start spewing sperm into her cunt and by then she had cum three more times. Knowing time was short, I backed out and stuffed my genitals back into my pants. However before I let her up, I moved around beside her and stuck three fingers into her pussy, coating them in our juices. 

Spreading her ass, I slipped my middle finger all the way into her tunnel, then slipped my thumb into her cunt while I bent to kiss her open mouth. Her tongue was on fire and charged around my mouth like a caged animal. My finger and thumb began stroking her pussy and ass hole and five minutes later she had cum several more times and was panting as if she had run a marathon. I pulled my fingers out of her and washed up at the sink while she got up and smoothed her uniform back into place. I turned to put the stirrups back into their slots when she whispered, "How did you know?"

"How did I know what?"

"How did you know that I'd let you do that?"

"Well, sugar, I didn't know" I said. "But you are just so sexy and so beautiful I just had to take a chance."

"Damn!" she whispered vehemently. "I didn't even know I would do that. But it felt so right! I just can't believe I let you do it. I can't believe you made me cum like that."

"Doesn't your husband make you cum like that?"

"Oh, I'm not married but my boyfriend doesn't come close to doing that good."

"Well ... you've got my file. You know where I live. Call me if you ever want to do it again sometime."

"I will, honey, I will!"

I followed her out into the hall and around toward the desk but as she passed the nurses' station, another nurse whispered loudly, "Hey, Caroline. Did you know you have something running down your legs?" Then she looked at me and interpreted my smile and said, "Oh ... oh, sorry."

Caroline called me. About every three or four weeks, she made an excuse to her boyfriend and met me at my house for some of the wildest sex she had ever had. And it wasn't bad for me either. She gave me some great blow jobs and I ate her cunt, sometimes until she had cum eight or ten times. By the time I slipped my cock into her pussy, she was cumming non-stop and I didn't let her up until she couldn't move a muscle. If I still felt the urge ... and I usually did ..., I would switch from her cunt to her ass hole ... she had never, ever liked anal sex but when she had cum so much, her anal sphincter relaxed and let me in easily, after which she had a whole new series of orgasms. We would clean up, get something to eat and watch TV together, resting for an hour or more and then we'd repeat almost the same scenario.

Caroline can't understand how I can be so much better a lover than her boyfriend or any of the other men she's had sex with over the years but she loves it, including the fact that she can now relax her anus enough that even her boyfriend is allowed to fuck her in the ass. Still she marvels at the number of orgasms she has when she is with me and the fact that she did something with me in the doctor's office that she had never done before and has never done since.

Maybe some day I'll tell her that she had absolutely no control over the situation, nor over any of our fuck sessions, because of those little telepathic commands I implanted in her subconscious every time I tilted my head and looked into her eyes.

Naw! 



The Nurse



It was time for my annual breast exam, the only day where groping and prodding is most unwelcome and extremely uncomfortable. It is weird having professional hands upon your body, not seducing or tempting one to enjoy another's human touch. One body claiming another. 

I lay cold upon the examining table, paper crinkling beneath me. A thin white sheet was carelessly thrown across my waist, the ugly robe pushed up past my belly as was instructed.

The door opened and a stunning nurse waltzed in, hair swaying in sexy movements behind her, loose strands draping like a curtain around her slim shoulders. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze traveled slowly over my body, lips curving in female approval. "Hello Ms....I am your nurse, how are you today?"

"I feel fine, thank you." I answered as she pulled my robe down my arms, breasts bared to her full exposure, nipples hardening. I wasn't sure if it was from the cold air or the nurses drifting looks. I shivered in sexual excitement as her hands warmed my goose bumped skin. Her fingers rotated from the outer globe and closed in on my peaked nipple. "Where is the doctor?"

The nurse laughed softly as she went on examining me, my body swaying towards her touch as she answered, "He is on his way. There was a delay with the birth of a child."

I closed my eyes, breathing gently as her touch closed in, my back arching without any thought, my globes straining for more attention, a firmer grip, anything. The pinch of my nipples caused a hiss to escape past my parted lips, the pressure a pleasure-pain that blew apart my nerves, thighs clenching. The continuous chafing of soft feminine skin against aroused flesh, engorged peaks beckoning for more.

Nurse leaned down, soft husky pants drenching my nipples, just before she took one into her hot mouth, sucking gently as I moaned. Another mini orgasm ripped through my partially exposed body. The urgent suction milked my pussy empty, immediately ready for a second round. I silently begged for her to move down and give me more releases. I wanted, no needed to feel her soft puffy lips cupping my throbbing clit, to sigh as her tongue drove into my dripping cunt, drooling over her innocent face.

My dream came true as she draped my legs within the stirrups, my thighs parted, glistening proudly though I was her sacrifice, the main feast for my master or rather my mistress. Her thick tongue plunged deep, forming a tight bond, lover to lover. It was a unique female bond only we women knew. As the muscle snaked in and out, I struggled against the straps holding me down, her tactics for longing the ultimate release, spearing through my body.

After many minutes of being brought to the brink and denied explosive pleasure, I felt the light tickle of metal rolling along my inner thigh, towards the crease where my leg connect to my body. A Pinwheel, made for doctors to test the nerves and patients senses, made its way over my mound, sweet kisses soothing the prickles roving its way to my swollen clit, and around the petals blooming like a flower embracing the world. It was enjoying the attention of a lover. My hips arched as the Pinwheel traveled slowly over my navel to the constant erection of my nipples, eager for the repetitive suckling.

Moaning loudly, I tilted my head back, opening my mouth as a freezing gel was smoothed onto the bud of womanhood, around the entrance of a body's hidden treasure, warming on my skin with each stroke. Gazing at the mirror above my head, I saw a packet carelessly tossed on the tray, Liquid Silk, a gel used to enhance a slick feeling when a large male member slides deep within a woman's pussy, my passion searing higher by the minute. Her tongue finished what her fingers had started, the taste of the gel not bothering her, coating that wonderful mouth and mixing with my nectar as I explode a second time in what seemed like hours.

Minutes later, as I regained my focus, I noticed the nurse hitching up her dress, a dildo strapped around her hips. It was a home made dildo by the looks of it. I studied her closely, a nipple pump covering her clit to give her pleasure along with her partners. A cyber sleeve slipped over the nipple pump's cylinder only held together by a leather cock ring to make us both combust in complete ecstasy. My legs quaked, my pussy clenching and unclenching with absolute excitement of being filled to the hilt. A soft sigh escaped my quivering lips as my nurse stepped between the stirrups, holding her man-made cock, stroking it slowly as her sparkling eyes roved over my exposed womanhood.

In slow motion, I watched in the overhead mirror as she entered my body, probing gently, widening my opening for the tight contact. Penis to vagina. I groaned, struggling against my bonds, wanting to wrap her tight within my grip, claiming her as boldly as she did me, when she was in my pussy all the way. I came, hard, shaking from my head to toes, ignorant of her continuing thrusts until I cream again.

Withdrawing slowly, the nurse moved to stand by my head, protruding cock less then an inch from my relaxed face. I flushed harder as I realized what she truly wanted...me to clean the fake dick. I took the rubber covered penis deep within my mouth, relishing in my taste, the sweetness of my juices coating the male like toy that had just given me the most wonderful release in days. When I had completely cleaned the toy, she straddled my face, man-made cock sliding between my blushing tits, my firm lady-like hands cupping my globes, squeezing them around her member. Slowly my nurse began to fuck my breasts, pinching my nipples causing my trembling mouth to fall open more. 

My torturer sat roughly onto my face, her pussy covering up my loud gasp, my eyes bugging out of my sleep filled head. She quickly grabbed the side of my head, ordering me fiercely, "Eat me!"

I fought her grip, trying to tear my face away from capture, making my quivering body to settle down as her juices trickle down my face, a few drops coating my eyes, going up my flaring nostrils and the rest sneaking into my mouth. I growled attempting to bit her, make her pay for this attempted seduction gone bad. She cried out as I bit into a plump ass cheek, holding on tightly until she slapped me across the face smartly. I froze, stunned.

"Like it rough do you whore?" The nurse snarled, her white teeth gleaming with menace as she stabbed her fake dick into my mouth, laughing with glee as I choked trying a second time to get away. I whimpered in embarrassment and lust as she pried my now dry pussy lips apart, my clit trembling in awe as my mistress, without any subtleness, plunge her fist into my opening. I screamed around the protruding member blocking my vocal way, passing out a little as the closed fist snaked its way up my channel, no gentleness needed. 

I was not sure how much time passed as she stabbed my aching cunt time and time again turning my dryness into a flowing river of cum, the feel of her nails piercing my inner walls when I stopped sucking her penis. I was so close to another orgasm as I closed my eyes, letting my mind finally obey my body, my hips giving up on its fight as it begins a love dance with her arm, the only part of her body now pounding into me. I did not notice that my nurse had withdrawn her large meat from my sore mouth until she again, for the second time, sat on my face, her cream rushing down my throat just as mine was covering her arm. 

With a plop, she withdrew from my hole, which was now extended and opened for all to see, the air cooled my heated insides, eyes misting as she licked her arm clean, my scent still lingering in to room. I watched as she slipped back into her blood red panties, trying to hide her organ, sighing as her lower body released one last quiver. She patted down her hair and licked her lips, savoring my taste one last time before uncuffing my legs and tossing a wet washcloth while ordering me to clean myself, finally disappearing through the door. 

"Nurse...I didn't know you were working today. How is your husband?" 



The Nurse



I had a friend in high school who worked as a CNA. She was determined to go to school and become an RN. I asked her if she was going to be a doctor but she said she had no interest. She just wanted to be a nurse. 

Amy stood about 5'4" and had beautiful brown hair that fell down over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were big and bright and her face always had a smile on it. She had a curvy frame with about 34C chest and a slender waist that expanded out over her perfect hips and round ass. Her legs were long and always perfectly tanned. 

I had met Amy when she started dating a friend of mine that was a regular at the weekly poker games. He was never really that in to her despite them dating for a few years. When they finally broke up, he lost all interest in her and I could never figure out why. She was beautiful, friendly, smart, and even had a good sense of humor. But for some reason he just didn't care for her. After they split up, Amy and I stayed friends. He may have not been in to her, but I was. 

Amy and I started hanging out quite often and every time I came back from school to visit, I would always make a point to see her. We stayed pretty close while I was away too. I would call her with any medical question I may have had regarding my frequent first aid needs. I would frequently try and drop hints about my interest in her every time we spoke. She would pick up on my hints and sometimes flirt back but usually kept it friendly. 

One weekend, I was back in town visiting friends and called Amy to see what her plans were for the weekend. She had gotten a job at the hospital while she finished her RN training and was working odd hours. She said her week was super busy but she did manage to get Saturday night off. She invited me over for some drinks and a relaxing soak in her hot tub. I agreed and told her I would be over by 7.

I showed up and she showed me around her new place. Her parents were pretty wealthy and helped her put a down payment on a small house. It was nice and she had made it pretty cozy. She was also quick to add the hot tub to the sun room in the back of the house. I wasn't wearing my suit yet but when Amy answered the door, she was wearing short, tight shorts that showed off her legs, and a bikini top. She had a great body and had gems dangling from her bellybutton piercing. It was quite a sight to see. 

I entered with her and we had some drinks and she shared some stories from the hospital. We soon decided that we should get in the hot tub and relax a bit. We grabbed our drinks and headed to the sun room. I told her I had to change and would meet her in there. I watched her ass as she led the way. Her shorts rode up and you could see the crease that her perfect ass and legs made when she walked. When I got in the bathroom, I took off my pants and my dick sprung free. I had gotten hard watching her body and had to try my best to hold it back so she wouldn't see how turned on I was. 

I managed to meet her in the hot tub and slip in without her noticing my erection. We sat on opposite sides of the hot tub, facing each other. Our feet met in the middle and we played a friendly game of footsie as we talked some more.

"Ok, so I have to admit that this is a little weird." She said, surprising me. I dropped my feet away from hers thinking that it was the source of her statement.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh no! I liked that. It's weird because I normally skinny dip in here so it's weird to be in here with a bikini on."

My feet slipped back to hers and I tried to hide my excitement. "It's your house. I certainly wouldn't mind if you got more comfortable."

"Really? Are you sure? It's fine."

"No, please do." I was practically begging her at this point.

She leaned forward and reached behind her back, unhooking her top. The fabric that held her perfect breasts loosened and she lifted it over her head. They were as perfect as I had imagined them. They were perky and her nipples were slightly hard. She lifted up slightly and slid her bottoms off under the water, tossing her suit over the side. 

"You don't have to get naked so don't feel like you do. But if you wanted to, you can too. I won't mind."

I quietly slid my shorts down and tossed my suit by hers.

"I bet it's nice to have this. I would do this every night if I could."

"It's nice. I like having it. I don't do it every night but when work gets super stressful, nothing relaxes me more than the jets."

"In more ways than one!" I said jokingly. She got a guilty look on her face and smiled shyly.

"Well, I can't help it. They feel really good. It's like soaking in a vibrator. I know that's an over share but it is!"

"Was today really stressful?" I said, hoping she could see what I was leading her towards. She smiled and nodded. "You can pretend like I'm not here if you want."

Amy said nothing as she closed her eyes and laid her head back. Her hands were hidden under the bubbling water. She stayed still for a moment. Soon her chest was heaving and she was breathing heavily. In an instant, she rolled over and slid over, in front of one of the jets. She was facing away from me now, leaning over the edge slightly. She moaned quietly at first, but as the jet massaged her clit, she grew louder. She gripped the edge of the hot tub and the jet pummeled her clit. Amy was silent for a moment like the calm before the storm. She let out a loud, long moan as her orgasm hit her with as much force as the jets had. She held her place at the jet until she had subsided from her climax and returned to her seat. 

"God that felt good. I'm so sorry. I'm sure that's really too personal for you."

"Not at all. Actually, speaking of personal, I have something personal I wanted you to take a look at and give me your opinion on."

"Yeah, of course! Let's see it."

I lifted myself out of the water and stood in the middle. I was rock hard watching Amy pleasure herself on the jets and my dick now stood firmly out of the water in front of her. 

"I've had some recent swelling and wasn't sure what to do about it"

"Oh you're lucky you showed this to me. How long has it been like this?"

"Pretty much since I got here."

"Well the good news is that you can cure it with a cold shower."

The disappointment almost crushed my spirits completely. It was as if my pumped up cock just got an anvil dropped on it.

"Even better news is that I know a better way to cure it that feels a lot better. Let me take a closer look."

My spirits lifted the anvil like I was Popeye as I moved in front of Amy. She took my stiff cock in her hand and inspected it. She lifted it, looked at it from either side, and lifted it, inspecting the vein that ran down my shaft. She gave me a squeeze and smiled.

"Just as I suspected. It looks like it's big enough to cure."

Amy opened her mouth and leaned into me, taking half my shaft into her mouth. She licked my shaft and moved further down onto my cock. Trying to take me all in, she slid further down me shaft but gagged as I felt myself at the entrance to her throat. She withdrew and working me as deep as she could. Her mouth felt amazing. She could practically wrap her tongue around my cock as she sucked. Amy took my cock out of her mouth and stroked me.

"Looks like it's too big for that treatment. Don't worry though, we have a few more tests to run."

She reached around behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her chest. I lifted my cock and rested it on her chest. She reached up and pressed her beasts around my cock. I pressed my cock up her chest as her tits firmly gripped me. The warm water allowed me to slide through the tight opening as she fucked my cock with her tits. I worked her breasts, holding her shoulders as I stood in front of her, thrusting my cock into her tits. Amy played with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she tightened her grasp on my cock. It felt incredible and I could imagine shooting my load up her tits, splashing her chin but I held back wanting to see what other tricks she may have in store for me.

I slid my cock out from between her prefect tits and she again took it in her hand, stroking it as she inspected it.

"It seems like we made the situation worse. Things always get worse before they get better though. I have one last bit of therapy that might help."

Amy stood up out of the water allowing me to fully see her naked body for the first time. I watched her body as it rose out of hiding under the water. The gems from her piercing glimmered as the prequel to what I was anticipating. Her bare skin emerged as her bald pussy dripped just above the surface of the water. She turned her back to me and my eyes gazed at her flawless ass. She knelt on the seat before her and leaned forward, arching her back. She flipped her hair to the side and looked back at me. I was already right behind her, placing one hand on her hip. I slid the other up her back before reaching her shoulder. Amy reached down between her legs, clasping the base of my shaft. I pressed my hips forward as she aimed my cock towards her dripping pussy. 

I forced the head of my cock into her. She was tight and I struggled to fit myself into her. She let out a loud gas as I entered her. With every inch I sunk into her she moaned and squirmed, her pussy stretching as she took me in. As the last inch of my cock pressed into her and my hips held tight to her ass, I had completely filled her pussy and she had started cumming. She screamed out as she came.

"Oh fuck, your cock feels so good! God I'm cumming!"

Amy's pussy was now soaked with her juice. My friend was unfortunately endowed and Amy had never been filled like this before. Her pussy had stretched to fit my cock and the feeling had already overwhelmed her but she wanted more. I pulled out slightly before thrusting myself back into her tight hole. She let out another scream and it only encouraged me to go faster and harder. I slammed my cock into her fucking her faster and faster. 

"Oh fuck me! Fuck my pussy with that big cock! Make me cum again!"

The feeling of her tight pussy clamping down on my cock as it pumped into her was beginning to overpower me. I pulled myself back before one last powerful thrust into her. My hand gripped her hip and shoulder as I forced myself as deep into her as I could. I reached my peak, deep in her pussy and began unloading forceful streams of hot cum into her. Amy's back arched and her mouth dropped letting out a loud deep groaning scream as my cum pumped into her. 

I held her into me until we had both started to calm our bodies. My cock slid out of her and we sank back into the warm water. I closed my eyes for a moment and let the jets take me away. 

"My god nurse, you did it. You cured me."

"Holy shit, you cured me. I have never cum like that in my life." 

She moved over on to my lap and wrapped her arms around me. I didn't ever want to leave that hot tub.



The Nurse!



This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language and incest, DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction about incest! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.

Copyright © 2008 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved. 

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Jocelyn Jones came home after a grueling twelve hour shift at the hospital, completely and thoroughly wore out. "Robert, are you home?" she called out, as a wonderful aroma filled her nose. "Oh how sweet!" Jocelyn said with a smile, taking off her jacket and making her way towards the kitchen. "Hey baby, dinner smells just wonderful!" she smiled as he turned, and Jocelyn saw something that was simply out of this world. 

Robert heard mom come in and he quickly looked down at his swollen cock. 'Oh fuck, she's going to see him and shit her panties!' he thought, as he tried his best to will his erection to go down, but it was hard as steel, thinking of the sexy lady that was now right behind him. 

"Hi mom," he said, hoping she wouldn't notice, but as he turned around, her big blue eyes were right on it and she gave him a sweet smile. "How was your day?" he asked, walking to her and holding out his arms to her for a hug. "You look really tried," he whispered, as they hugged, as mom felt as if she was literally melting into his body. 

She saw his stiff cock and figured he was thinking of her again. As of the last six months or so, Robert started flirting with her, kissing her on the lips and hugging her with full blown hard-on's. She loved being treated so nice and it also felt good to know that she turned a man on again, even if that man was her son. 

"I'm utterly bushed and in need of a long back massage! Do you know any handsome young men that would be willing to help out an ole' lady in need!" she said with a laugh, as Robert pressed completely against her thigh. 'Oh God, please don't do that, baby! I'm so fucking horny already and you're killing me!' she thought, as her son's very stiff prick smashed into her thigh, only inches away from her burning pussy, she could feel him through her uniform pants.

Robert heard mom and he laughed. "Mom, if you ever told any of my friends that...there would be a line down the street, and I'm positive that they'd be willing to give you more than just a back massage too!" he laughed, as she leaned in to look in his eyes. "Mom, they're just like me...they would want to um...give you something extra!" Robert added with a wink, as mom's face turned red.

"Robert! You better behave yourself or I'll be forced to send you to your room!" she teased, and pulled away. "I need a cold beer and do you have any more pot? That stuff really helps my poor back and stops all the pain" Jocelyn said, as she got a beer, thinking of one other thing his pot did for her. It made her hornier than at any other time in her life and she wanted that feeling again. 

Robert watched mom and his cock throbbed. She had dark, silky black hair that went to the middle of her back and she kept it in a ponytail at work. When she came home, Robert would gently take it down and brush her hair. Her face wasn't the best he'd ever seen, but she was beautiful to him and she reminded him of 'Olive Oil' on an old cartoon he watched as a kid. Her nose was long, slender and sexy. She had big, puffy lips and beautiful white teeth.

Her breast were...what's a good word to describe them...gigantic. Mom was a 34 EE and she was five feet eleven inches tall. Her stomach wasn't toned or anything, but it was sexy and only twenty eight inches. Her ass, hips and thighs were real sexy and in good shape, from all the walking mom did at the hospital, and her ass was only thirty seven inches. Mom's legs were long, slender and sexy as hell. They were toned from all the walking, and when mom was off, she wore nothing but high heels. 

"Sure mom, I always have some, I even got a new bag today. It's twice as good and it is so smooth! You'll be in heaven and after smoking it mom, you won't be in any pain whatsoever!" he said, as he flipped over a piece of meat he was cooking. 'And if I'm lucky, I'll get to rub all of you and maybe a little more!' he thought, as he felt his cock jump. 

"Mmmm, good! I can't believe that it's illegal, and the government wastes so much money busting normal, average people like us. It's so stupid, why don't they make it legal already, tax it and just let people smoke it!" Jocelyn said, as she moved to sit at the counter, while enjoying watching Robert's tall, lean body in the small pair of shorts he wore. She knew this was so wrong, but it felt so good, and Jocelyn loved being in such close proximity to her son. 

He was six foot three and had a smooth, toned body from swimming and diving in high school. His hair was black, thick, and kept it combed back. His eyes were dark blue, and so sexy. Robert had a nice, manly chest, and Jocelyn loved when they hugged. His hips were normal size, but there was something Robert had that wasn't normal at all. His cock was huge, and it was constantly hard, and it always stayed erect whenever she was within view.

'I hope I can keep this under control and not go all the way with him.' She thought, as he turned and she saw his massive erection sticking out the side of his thin shorts. It was just the head of it, but it was big and round, and Jocelyn thought of what it would feel like, as it pushed into her needy pussy. 'Oh my God!' she moaned to herself, and felt her juices oozing from between her legs. 

"Hey, your snake has escaped and it's aiming at me!" Jocelyn laughed, as she looked deep into his eyes. She could sense his need for her love, but it was incest and against the law. 

He looked down, smiled and turned to her. "Oh no, I guess he did!" Robert said, as he looked back into mom's face, and could see the want and desire in her beautiful eyes. He gently put his throbbing cock in his shorts and took a drink of his mom's beer. "I'm sorry mom, but he's always like that when I'm anywhere near you. I can't stop it!" Robert said to his mom, but she just smiled and leaned to kiss his cheek. 

She laughed at him and smiled. "I know young boy's have a thing for their mom's, but you are supposed to outgrow it, and find yourself a pretty girl young man!" Jocelyn said, as she watched him smile.

"No way, mom! Not when you're so pretty and sexy! I'm happy with you!" he replied, gave her a soft kiss on the lips and moved behind her. "Now I can fix your hair and you can relax a little better." Robert said, as he gently pulled the small rubber band holding her hair, pulling it down. "Much better!" he said with a big grin, as he lightly fluffed her silky hair and started massaging her head. 

She looked up and gave him access to her hair, for what was always, a wonderful brushing and sometimes, a neck rub. "Oh Robert, you should work at a women's spa and get paid for doing this!" she moaned, as he gently rubbed her scalp and massaged her temples. He rubbed her head for a few minutes and began brushing her hair. Jocelyn could feel her pussy throb, as it reacted to Robert's caring and loving hands.

As soon as he touched mom, Robert could feel her relaxing and enjoying his fingers. "I would, if you were my only client, so I could enjoy your body all day, every day! What if they offered 'total' body massages!" he quickly replied, and mom's face turned red again. 

"Robert!" she laughed, knowing her face was bright red, as she took a sip of her beer. "I really wonder about you sometimes and the things you dream up" Jocelyn said, as she looked at him, thinking of her son rubbing her entire body, as well as all the exploring he could do with his fingers. 

As he listened to his mom, he stopped and slid his arms around her body." I always dream of nice things and you know it!" Robert whispered in her ear and gave her neck a kiss. "Hey, want me to run up and get you your robe or something? I can start rubbing your back now and we can smoke one. Dinner will be another twenty minutes or so," he said, and mom just smiled. 

"Sure, grab my white one on the chair next to the dresser and there should also be a pair of white panties on it, can you be a dear and grab them too?" she asked with a soft whisper, and gave him a wink. "I want to be fresh...while you're massaging me, and after dinner, I want a long, hot bath. And afterwards if you want...um...you can massage me again," she added with a teasing grin, and took another drink of beer, as her eyes stayed on his. 

He laughed, turned, and headed towards the stairs. "You should know the answer to that mom, and yes, I'll grab your panties! Can I play with them and rub them on my junk?" 

"Robert! You are so bad!" she laughed, as he ran from the room. 

*.

"Why'd you bring down my soap?" she asked, when Robert came into the room with one of her best body washes and a body sponge. 

"I was thinking about what you said about being at a spa and I have an idea." Robert said, moving behind her, he gently hugged his mom. "What if we pretend you're at a spa and I'll be you're cook, your entertainment and um...if you're up for it...you're 'total' body masseur," he whispered to mom, and he felt her sigh.

She heard Robert words, and wanted to crawl inside of him. "I don't know about that, but I'll let you give me a 'nice' massage and that um...includes part of my front, ok?" Jocelyn smiled, as she saw him lighting the joint. "Oh yes, that's what I need!" she moaned, and turned her bar stool to face him. "Can you do it like you did last night?" she asked, looking into his eyes, she couldn't believe that she was getting high with her son, but that wasn't all, and the best or worst, was sure to come later. 

"Sure mom, it's called a Shotgun!" he said, puffed the joint, turned it around and put it in his mouth backwards.

Jocelyn leaned into his lips, the joint was sticking out and she began to inhale, as he blew out dark smoke. She inhaled deep and fought to keep the smoke in. "Oh my God, this stuff is good!" she laughed, as her head began to spin and her nipples grew hard. 

"Damn mom, I've turned you into a raging pothead!" he laughed, and took a deep puff.

Jocelyn laughed and took the joint. "Nah, I did it on my own, and I'm not the least bit sorry. I love the way it helps with my back pain and the stress these things put on it!" she laughed, as she jiggled her breasts at him. 

"I guess that is a lot to carry around mom, but they sure do look good and sexy on you mom!" Robert laughed and had to look at her more. He reached up, and started to unsnap her uniform top, but she didn't move a muscle. Robert slid it off her shoulders; let it slide down her back and onto the stool.

She just sat there and couldn't believe how quickly the pot had gotten her stoned. "What are you doing, young man?" she asked with a soft and very helpless whisper.

"My name is Robert and I'll be your personal servant for the evening. I thought that you'd like to be showered and relaxed before dinner." 

"That would be nice, but my servant has to follow a few simple rules...his hands nor his penis, cannot touch between my legs, unless I'm wearing panties and that is final!" she said, looking him in the eyes, as Jocelyn felt her bra being opened. "You don't fool around...do you?" she giggled, giving him a big smile, as her massive breasts sprang free. Her nipples were pink, about a half inch long and they were always hard around Robert.

He reached back to release her large bra. Robert slid his hands around mom, cupped each of her huge breasts and he gently held them. "Oh mom, they are so soft and like...big pillows," he whispered, leaning into her neck, he started kissing it.

His big hands covered her breasts and Jocelyn moaned, as he carefully rolled her aching nipples, as Robert started sucking on her neck. "Careful and don't put a hickey mark on me," she moaned, pushing her breasts into him, her body was on fire. Jocelyn felt his shaft resting on her thigh and she wanted to feel it. "Finish undressing me, I'm hot and tired of wearing my uniform," she added with a whisper, enjoying his mouth on her neck and the sensations it was giving her. 

He reached behind her, grabbed her pants and started to pull them down. "You're wish...is my command!" Robert said, as her uniform pants slid down her legs and onto the floor. He slowly looked up mom's legs, to her wet panties. "What about...these?" he asked with a whisper, running his fingers up each of her thighs, over the front of the panties, as Robert felt her shiver.

She saw him looking at her panties and Jocelyn's heart raced as his skilled fingers moved up her legs, over her thighs, and gently moved his fingers through her wetness. "A pair on at all times...I'm sorry, baby!" she said, with one of those 'Mommy' voices and pouted out her lower lip.

Robert caressed over her clit, and mom fell against him as he rubbed more, pushing into her wetness and over his mom's sopping hole. "You said I could touch you, if you had on panties, remember?" he teased, kissing her neck and gently rubbing her clit more. Mom leaned into him, her arms around his neck, as she was panting for air. 

Jocelyn was lost and she couldn't stop him. He was driving her insane and she was so close to having an orgasm. His fingers grazed over her clit, rubbing it and giving it a squeeze. "Oh Robert, you are soooo bad, and you need to...stop! Please, take things slower baby," she moaned, as she felt him slow down and give her a soft kiss.

"I'm sorry mom, but you've turned me on for so long now, that I just I got carried away, but I promise to be more careful," he smiled, gave her another kiss and a soft hug. "I like the panty rule, and I plan on stretching it to its limits, so...be ready!" Robert added with a grin, as he reached up with his right hand and placed it right on mom's wet pussy mound. "You're so soft, so warm," he said with a low voice, as their lips came together, as he touched her. "You're soooo wet, mom!" Robert moaned into her mouth, and she whimpered. 

Jocelyn was ready to fuck right then and there, but she had to control this or stop. "You're not the only one that gets excited and horny. How do you think I feel after you've rubbed yourself all over me, or when you rub my ass all night? I get horny as hell and its time you know it!" she said, but he just smiled.

"I know mom, I can smell your cu...um...pussy a mile away, and you make me fucking crazy! I can smell you after you've gone to work, and if there's no breeze outside, I can even smell you out there, and I just go fucking crazy!"

"So, you started to say a word, what was it?"

Robert looked in her eyes, rubbed deeper into her pussy and he replied. "I was going to say cunt, but I remember you hate that word, so I stopped."

"Well, guess what...I love hearing it when a handsome, young man is trying his best to seduce me and get in my panties! What do you think about that?"

"Good, so now I can say this, Mom...I'm going to try my best to get my cock up your beautiful, wet...cunt!" he growled, while pressing his fingers right on her tiny hole, and then started pressing them into her. "My fingers are still covered by your...panties and I'm pushing them in your...cunt!" he moaned, as one finger eased up mom, as it was barely covered by her white panties. 

She sat right in front of her son, as he did his best to seduce and finger fuck her. His fingers eased in her pussy, she grabbed his hand and held it. "Stop, I don't want to cum right now!" Jocelyn said, and pulled his hand down. "I want to shower and be fresh for you baby," she whispered, and then gave him a kiss. "This is something that we have to be very careful with Robert, and if it keeps up in this direction, we are bordering on incest baby." Jocelyn added, with a soft voice, as she reached for her beer. 

He held her trembling hands and kissed them. "I know mom and I'm not sure how you really feel about it, but I want it to happen, and if it does" Robert said with a low voice, as he started kissing her before going on. "I'll love you better than any man you've ever been with, and I always will," he added, watching mom's eyes tear up, as they started kissing deeper.

The kiss broke and Jocelyn was so close to giving herself over to her son, but she needed to resist and hold out a little longer. "Oh baby, I love you soooo much, and I know you'd be a wonderful lover, but I'm your mom and we shouldn't be doing this" she purred, as they kissed some more, as his hands went over her breasts.

"Nobody will ever know." Robert whispered into her mouth, as he pulled and gently twisted her nipples. 

She was enjoying her nipples being played with and his words made sense. 'Oh God, he's right! We live alone and nobody would ever know, plus, Jocelyn knew that she wasn't one to share her personal life with anyone. 

He slid his hands back down her legs, his right hand went over mom's panties, as he eased two fingers into her wet cunt. "Come on, mom, let me take them off, so I can put them up your, cunt!" Robert whispered, as his two fingers eased in and out of her wet pussy, driving her crazy and making this harder. "Nobody...will...ever...know," he whispered. As he reached under her, Robert pulled them off mom's hips and he shoved his two fingers deep inside her cunt. 

She held his neck, enjoying the fingering and his words of need. He jerked down her panties, rammed two fingers inside her and Jocelyn just wanted to die. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Robert, Robert!" she squealed, as her body jerked and her aching pussy squeezed his long, manly fingers. "Stop it Robert, and let me cool down!" she moaned, while pushing his hand away, she grabbed her things and she went to the bathroom. 

She came out thirty minutes later, wearing her white gown and white panties, and sat at the counter. Her heart was pounding and her pussy was already dripping again. "Robert, if you can't stick with the rule I set, we can't do this anymore, and I'm serious!" Jocelyn said, with a motherly tone, as she took a drink of his beer. "I love playing with you and all the fun we've had, but I'm still your mom and this is something we really need to think about. We can't just jump into this and think nothing could happen. You're my son and you came from my body," she added, as she caressed his face. "Please understand where I'm coming from," as Jocelyn smiled, and took another drink. 

He walked up to mom, kissed her and caressed her back. "I'm sorry mom, I just get carried away, because you turn me on so much, but I'll tone it down and go slower, okay?" Robert said, and he kissed her again. "Dinner is ready and waiting for us" he smiled, and then brushed a strand of hair from her left eye and gently kissed it.

"Mmmm, you are a master!" she cooed, pushing him back and turning to look at the dinner he made them. "Let's eat, I'm starving!"

*.

After dinner and four beers later, Jocelyn was in her giant bath tub, thinking of her son fingering her pussy and how close he came to giving her an orgasm. 'He is soooo good at this and he's driving me crazy!' she thought, as Robert came in and sat on the floor next to her. 

"Well, hello there!" she laughed excitedly, by his boldness. 

"I thought you might enjoy another joint, before you get out, and I give you a very 'good' massage, what do you say, good-looking?" he asked with a grin and a hope filled face. 

She smiled and nodded yes. "You will remember our rule?" Jocelyn asked with a soft voice, and took the joint from him. She took a big puff and waited for his reply.




The Nurse!



"Yes mother, I will," he said, and reached in to rub her big breasts, while watching mom smoking the joint and seeing her eyes glaze over. "I can touch anything, but nothing down there." Robert said, as he caressed, squeezed and pulled on mom's big nipples. They were hard, but soft as he pulled and gently twisted them. 

Jocelyn smoked his pot and it was so good. "If I have panties...you can rub me and put your cock on me too!" she moaned, as he played with and teased her breasts. 

He kept squeezing her breasts and leaned into her mouth. They kissed and his tongue slid into her mouth. She moaned and her arms reached to his neck. "Let's get you out of here and to your bed," he said and pulled her up. "Come on sexy, I need you!" he laughed, and scooped her up.

She laughed as he ran to her bed, and he stood her on the floor. His cock was free and it was only an inch from her pussy. "What kind of panties would you like me to wear for you baby?" she asked with a soft purr, and pointed to her dresser. "Pick a pair so we can play and you can touch me," she purred again, but this time, her voice was filled with need and the urge to cum. 

"I want to ask you something, and please wait until I'm finished before you say anything. You said that my fingers or my cock cannot touch your pu...cunt, as long as it is bare, correct?" 

"Yes, why?"

He smiled and pushed mom back on her bed, pushed her legs apart and he smiled. "You left out something...my tongue!" Robert said, and started kissing all over her thighs, towards her cunt and he could feel her trembling. He licked over her bare mound and lightly teased her clit.

She was shocked and was ready to jump up, but when she heard Roberts words, she wanted to die. How could she forget his tongue and what it could do to her. "Robert, no! I forgot and...and...oh God, yes!" she begged him, but as his tongue slid over her clit, Jocelyn couldn't help but moan and pull on his hair. "You...you cheater, you little...oh my God...cheater!" she cried out, as his tongue lapped at her clit and his lips sucked it gently.

He tasted mom's sweet juices and Robert's cock was as hard as granite. "Want me to...stop?" Robert whispered, mom grabbed his hair and held it tight.

"No, don't you dare...stop! Oh baby, oh baby!" she squealed, as he sucked and flicked his tongue over her fleshy bud. "Oh yeah, baby, baby!" Jocelyn cried, as he continued to tease and torment her aching clit. Her back arched up, as she grabbed the sheets, and Jocelyn's head began to spin. "Oh Robert, no...no...baby, no baby!" she moaned, when his long, hard tongue pushed up her cunt and he licked her insides. 

He kept licking and sucking mom's cunt, but he had a better idea and knew that she would love it. He took a deep breath, put out his tongue and shoved it up her sloppy cunt hole. She squealed and clawed the bed, but he just pushed deeper, and mom pushed her hips back into him. 'Oh yeah, that's it mom!' he thought with a laugh, and kept tongue fucking his mom's wet cunt. 

Robert licked deep inside her, and mom kept whimpering for him to stop, but her loving smiles and thrusting hips told him to keep going. "Want me to stop?" he asked, took a deep breath and went back to pleasing her.

She shook her head no and quickly replied. "No, don't stop...no...no...no!" Jocelyn said with a soft whine, pushing into her son and enjoying him fucking her cunt with his tongue. "So, so nice and you kiss me soooo sweet," she purred, as she opened her legs wider, her insides were on total fire. "Robert baby, make mommy cum just like this, please," she begged, as he licked her deeper.

"If I can cheat just a little bit, I will?"

"What do you mean, baby?" she asked as she kept pushing into his mouth. "Make me cum and stop teasing mommy!" Jocelyn moaned, hoping he wasn't going to try anything. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stop him if he did, and it bothered her. 

"Let me use my fingers and I will." Robert said, and heard mom let out a sigh. "I can lick you and fuck your cunt...with my fingers!" he added, and mom quickly sucked in a deep breath. "Oh mom, you like that? Can I finger-fuck your juicy...cunt?" he growled, his hand shot up and on her pussy.

Jocelyn felt his hand on her pussy and a finger quickly shot inside it. "Oh fuck, oh baby!" she squealed, as her back arched again, she grabbed her floppy tits. "Yes, baby, baby...my God!" she moaned out in the dark house, as a wonderful feeling rushed over her entire body. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" she whimpered, looking at him, as her hips began to buck out of control. 

Robert held her and pushed his fingers deep. "That's it, mom...cum on me! Cum on your son and enjoy yourself!" he growled, and leaned over her, as he watched mom orgasm. "You're soooo beautiful mom, and I love you so much!" he smiled, pushing in and out of her pussy, enjoying her gasping for air and the blissful look on her face. 

She just lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath, and Jocelyn knew this was hopeless. Robert was her son, but he was eighteen, a man, and son or not, she was in love with him, and he would have her soon. "Robert, keep taking your time and," she stopped to kiss him and went on. "I'll be yours very, very soon." Jocelyn purred, and pulled him down for a kiss. "Let me lick and kiss your face, so I can taste my...cunt and when I'm finished...I'll return the favor ok," she purred, and started cleaning her son Robert's face. 

*.

Mom had him on the side of her bed, she was between his legs, standing on her knees and sucking him deep. "Oh mom, you're so good at this!" Robert moaned, as he watched mom sucking his big cock-shaft. "You can do this for me...any time you...want!" he laughed, as she looked him in the eyes and managed to smile around him. 

She lifted up and let him pop from her mouth. " I bet you would like that, huh?" Jocelyn whispered, and smiled up at him. "Having your mom sucking your big fat cock, and thinking about letting you cum in her mouth! Would you like that, baby?" she moaned, as her hands slid up and down his stalk. 

He was helpless, and mom was trying to kill him. "Yes I would mom, and..." Robert moaned and tried lifting his hips to her. "I want to make you drink every...drop of it!"

She smiled at him and licked up the back of his cock. "Do you really want to cum in your mom's mouth and force her to drink it? Wouldn't that be soooo...dirty and...soooo nasty?" Jocelyn whispered, and then opened her mouth and she sucked him deep. He hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, but held it off and sucked him deeper than before.

Her mouth was so warm, so wet and mom sucked like she'd done it a thousand times before, but this was her first time sucking Robert, and he looked into her beautiful eyes. "Yes, I want to cum in your...mouth...in your...ass, but most of all, I want to cum in your...cunt!" he said, pulling her up onto his body, as Robert gently kissed his mom on the lips. He reached between them, grabbed his growing cock and put it right on her pussy. 

She giggled at him, returned his kisses, and as Jocelyn got on her knees over him, she felt his massive cock and he put it right on her cunt. "You are so bad, what am I going to do with you?" Jocelyn moaned, remembering back when he was a boy and she'd sent him to his room for doing something bad. "Hey, remember the time I went out looking for you and..." she was saying, but he cut her off and she rubbed her cunt on his thick shaft.

"You found one of my shoes floating in that nasty lake and..." he said, caressing his mothers ass and moving his hard cock over her very wet cunt.

"I beat your ass raw and made you stay in your room for a week." she said, then leaned forward and kissed him. "I was so scared that you were dead and at the bottom of that nasty, fucking lake and when I found you laughing about it..."

He laughed and hoped mom wouldn't hit him again. "That kid Joey, said he'd give me fifty bucks if I threw my shoe in the lake and after I did it, he laughed, ran away and I beat his ass! That's why you found me laughing." Robert said, easing his cock back and forth in mom's slippery juices, enjoying her soft moaning and her moving in time with him. He held her hips, kissed her and pushed into her harder. "I love you mom." Robert whispered to her, as they kissed and their hips moved together in unison. 

She was lying on her gorgeous son, his long, thick cock was rubbing on her needy cunt and Jocelyn was ready to give in to him. "Robert, take me, make love to me! Now!" she ordered, as she felt her panties being torn off, he grabbed her hips and she pushed him down. "Easy my love...you're a big man and we don't want to hurt mommy's little...cunt, well, not yet anyway!" she smiled, got on her feet over him and slowly lowered herself down. 

He stopped, watched mom get on her feet and with one foot on each side of him, she started down and eased his big cock-head up her tiny cunt. "Oh mom, I love you so much!" he moaned through his teeth, and watched her take his cock. "Mom, I'm in...you! I'm in you, mom! I'm in you!" he said, as tears poured from his eyes, as mom grabbed him. She hugged and kissed her baby. 

Jocelyn saw Robert crying and she hugged her son, holding him tight, while continuing to let his massive cock violate her aching cunt and fill her to the brim. "Don't cry baby. Isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you want to make love to mommy?" she sniffed, and was about to cry herself, when she saw him smile and he gave her a deep kiss.

Their kiss ended and he held her face. "Mom, I'm just soooo happy, and that's why I'm crying! My life is complete now and I could never ask for more!" Robert said, as he kissed his mother, now, his lover. 

"Well then, why don't you roll me over, get on top and give your momma some good, hard lovin', and while you're at it, make me scream a little too!" she said with a low, sensual voice as she squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock-head.

He grabbed mom, rolled over, as she giggled in his arms. "Mmmm, fuck me now, baby! Ease that monster inside your mom and fuck my cunt, baby! Fuck mommy's tight, little cunt, baby!" Jocelyn moaned, as he pulled her legs up, and spread them wide, as Robert pushed. "Oh my fucking...God! You're soooo fucking big, so fucking...big!" she gasped, and then relaxed her cunt, enjoying it being stretched and torn.

Her cunt felt like he was nailing a fucking virgin, but it was mom's cunt and she was in her late thirties. Mom's insides grabbed him like a vise and they squeezed him, trying to milk Robert of his manly seed, to give them to his mom. "Mother fucker! Mom, you're so freaking tight, my God, woman!" he laughed, hugged her tightly and tried to hold back a flood of cum. 

"Oh nice, you are a 'mother fucker' now...so fuck your...mother!" she grunted, and shoved into him, taking him deeper inside her. "Fuck me; fuck your mommy, hard!" Jocelyn moaned as Robert pushed all of his manly cock to her core, as he slapped her meaty ass. "Oh fuck, yes, yes!" she cried out, enjoying the stinging in her ass and it raced deep into her dirty cunt. "Again, again!" she moaned, thrusting her hips into her son's stiff cock-shaft impaling it deeper.

He held his mom down and Robert loved every second of this. "Oh mom, you're a fucking dirty bitch and a whore!" he smiled, drew back his big hand and slapped her other cheek. "Take that, bitch!" he laughed, while fucking her, as his hands kept slapping mom's ass. 

"Yes, I'm a whore...a dirty, no good whore and I'm letting my...son...fuck...me!" she screamed, as his cock pounded her cunt and his big hands slapped her body. "I'm getting close...so close...oh baby, oh God baby!" she squealed, as he pushed harder and held her down. "Go baby, fuck me, fuck momma, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed out, her cunt locked around her son and Jocelyn came. "Oh Robert, my Robert!" she moaned, as juices shot from her cunt and sprayed the front of her baby boy.

He held his mom down, with her legs pinned up to her breasts, as he used her hard. "Is this what you needed...whore? Is this how you fuck your son, you cunt?" Robert growled down to his mom, using her cunt and fucking her with all his might.

"Yes, I love fucking my...son! He is beautiful, he has a wonderful, big cock and he fucks me so good!"

"You're a dirty...whore!" he growled, slapped her ass again and when her muscles grabbed him, Robert blew. "OH MOMMA! MOM!" he grunted, shoved all the way inside her and filled her full of baby cream. He kept shooting into her, filling her with his seed and wondered if mom would have his baby. 

Later, Robert and Jocelyn were making out and he had to ask her something. "Mom, are you still on birth control or what?" he asked, and she just smiled at him.

"Let me worry about that baby. You just keep fucking your mom and everything will be just fine." Jocelyn whispered, and held him close. 

"I love you so much" he whispered, and gave her a soft kiss. 

"I know you do" she whispered, as they kissed and held each other. 

The End.

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The Nurse & Her Hot Tub



It was a late summer night. I had gotten off work and was waiting for my lover Jasmine to pick me up at a bar near where I worked. She worked later than I did but still got off in time to pick me up and get me to my softball game. I would stop in have a couple of beers then she would get there just in time to have a quick one before an early game. To night the game wasn't starting until 8:00 so there was plenty of time.

I figured she should get there around six or six-fifteen it was a quarter to five when I walked in. The rush was just getting started there were still a few tables left so I grabbed one where I could watch for Jasmine. I ordered a Corona with lime and sat back to watch the ladies and the guys trying to score on each other, its one of my favorite pass times, and this place was one of the hottest pickup spots in the valley. I was saving the chairs around the table just in case any of the other players dropped in before the game. As the place really fills up from 5:30 to around 9 o'clock or so, it can be hard just to find a place to stand some nights. 

I was just gazing around the round the room when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around almost bumping in to a very nice set of tits; that were just at eye level and less than an inch away. My eyes were glued to them as I heard her say in this sexy southern ascent, "Is anyone sitting with y'all?" 

Still looking at her twin orbs but trying to pull my gaze upward I answered, "No."

When I was finally able to look above them to her gorgeous face I saw deep green eyes set off with light eye liner and a very kissable mouth glossed by bright red lip stick. Before she could answer someone must have bumped her from behind as her breasts were pushed into my grateful face. I wrapped my arm around her holding her to keep her from falling and to enjoy the pleasure of having my face pressed between these two luscious mounds. Her perfume was intoxicating. When we were able to recover she was saying how sorry she was. 

When I thanked her saying, "It wasn't everyday that a beautiful lady ask if she could sit with me then rubs her breasts in my face." I stood up pulling a chair out for her to sit down. Then returning to my seat I asked if I might buy her a drink signaling the cocktail waitress, I asked what she would like a long island iced tea was her choice I order another beer.

I told her my name was Bill, she said hers was Charlene. As we talked she told me that she was a nurse and had just moved out here from a small town in South Carolina that I would never have heard of but that it was close to Charleston where she had gone to nursing school. As she talked my eyes wandered over her body, she had light golden brown hair, those deep green eyes, a very pretty face and those quite beautiful large breasts. She was wearing an almost see through shear white blouse with the top buttons undone showing her deep cleavage. Her breasts were barely held in by a very lacy bra I could see her nipples were hard and seemed to grow harder as I looked at her. I could say the same for my own cock. I forced myself to look lower to see the rest of her outfit, which was a black leather skirt with black pumps. Her legs were crossed and bare showing smooth tanned skin. I wondered if her pussy were bare too? 

I told her I was and engineer working at a local electronics firm and that I was waiting for my girlfriend to pick me up when she got off work then we were off to a softball game. She said, "Why I love baseball," and asked where we were going to play. 

I told her the name of the park where the games were played and she said, "I think that park is right across the street from the apartment I am staying in."

So I asked, "Would you like to come to the game?" As I was the pitcher/coach I had to be there. 

We chatted more about other things as our drinks went down I ordered another round but she insisted on paying. I said, "Wow a lady that meets you rubs her tits in your face then buys you drinks too! Where have you been?" 

She laughed as her face turned a very pretty shade of red. "My lord, but you are a bad one aren't you?" she said, as she reached out squeezing my leg. 

"Me?" I responded retuning the touch to her silky smooth thigh I let my hand slide up to the bottom of her skirt pushing it up a little more. My mind raced with thoughts of her naked before me touching every part of her ripe young body. Then kissing everything I had touched. 

I was brought out of my thoughts by another tap on the shoulder. It was Jasmine where had the time gone I jumped up displaying a very pronounced erection in my pants. Pulling out a chair for Jasmine I signaled to the waitress to bring more drinks.

As Jasmine said, "It looks like your having a good time!" Staring at my crotch as she sat down reached out patted it; with a very naughty smile on her face. 

Charlene spoke up half embarrassed saying, "Its probably my fault as I was asking if I might sit with him someone bumped me from behind causing me to well to put my, my..." 

I finish for her saying, "She pushed her tits in my face! And you know how much I like that plus she buys me drinks too!" I wanted to finish with can I keep her huh, huh? But thought better of it for now. Jasmine just busted up as we all did. As the laughter died away I introduced Charlene and Jasmine to each other. 

Jasmine is a very beautiful lady with long blonde hair falling to the top of her pert butt, large firm 36C breasts on a five foot two inch frame with the curves in all the right places. She has light blue eyes and soft red lips that really look so good when wrapped around a hard cock. Very nice silky smooth legs that you just want to follow to her bare pussy. Being summer she had worn a light cotton flower print summer dress that buttoned down the front and knowing her nothing else, but her hi-heel open toed sandals that wrapped around her ankles. Her toenails and fingernails were the same shade of red as her lipstick. The top of the dress was now unbuttoned just showing a hint of her cleavage as the bottom only had one undone.

The drinks arrived while I was telling her that I had invited Charlene to come watch the game since she was living in the apartments just across the street. Jasmine had ordered a tequila sunrise with a shot on the side to help her catch up. Charlene had another long island. While I stayed with my beer I had to play a game in an hour. I ordered some hors d'oeuvers to soak up the beer. We talked as we waited I could feel Charlene rubbing my leg with her shoe while Jasmine's hand was on my thigh and my cock was about to explode. I wasn't sure anymore if I would make the game or not. 

Before the food arrived I took the opportunity to excuse myself to go to the men's room. I had to do a little shifting so my hard on wasn't quite as obvious to everyone in the place. When I returned the girls were talking like old school friends some guys were already hovering close by checking to see if these two lovely ladies might be free. Just for the fun of it I kiss them both on the cheek before I sat back down between them reaching under the table I rubbed my hand along both of there legs trying to tell which was smoother I told them as they both laughed. Jasmine saying, "He can come up with some of the best excuses to fondle a women's thigh." I left my hands there rubbing them both as the guys at the bar just looked on seeing it all. 

Then when the food came I picked up a piece in each hand and fed it to both of them at the same time. Then I told them about the two guys that had been checking them out as I came back from the men's room, we all had a good laugh at that. It was getting time for me to go to the game for warm ups and I asked if they wanted to leave now or finish there drinks and come together later? They looked at each other Jasmine asking if Charlene minded if she stayed and could she catch a ride with her to the game? Charlene said, "No, no I don't mind one little bit I'd be pleased to take you down to the park to watch him play he does wear those tight pants don't he? Besides you might also help keep the wolves at bay." nodding to the two guys at the bar, they both laughed again.

I left the bar with a semi hard-on still after giving them both a kiss just for luck again nodding toward the two guys at the bar. We all laughed I walked to the door wishing I didn't have a game tonight and could stay to see if anything more developed. As it was it had been fun and one never knew what might happen after all it was only a quarter to seven. I drove to the park changing into my baseball uniform as I drove. That was part of the fun I had to get fully naked before I could put the jock strap on the socks, pants and shirt the shoes could wait until I got there. Jasmine always loved it when she would drive and I would get undressed in the car before a game. I arrived still trying to keep my cock inside my supporter. But it was hard as thoughts of Jasmine and Charlene danced through my head how was I going to play baseball?

I grabbed the equipment bag out of the trunk and walked to the field a couple of the guys were there we started warming up. Dale ask where Jasmine was I told him she would be along later with a friend, Jasmine was our biggest cheerleader. Because most of the other guys went home before the games she was one of the only ones that came to the games or for drinks after because how far we lived.

By the time the game started they still weren't there I figured the guys must have moved in as soon as they saw me leave as hot as those two ladies were they must have decided to let them spend some money on drinks. Heck maybe they wouldn't show up at all? After all Jasmine did walk in on me sitting with another women and a hard-on to boot. With some women you might never have left the table in one piece or ever seen them again. But that was not like her we had laid the ground rules out at the start of our relationship in fact she was the first to bring another women to our bed. We liked to be with each other very much but when the occasion presented itself we were not averse to being with others too. This always seemed, for me at least, to make me want her more. I digress.

I had gotten into the game and was up first in the second inning I could hear them both cheering as I came up to the plate. I turned to see them both in the stands. I swung at the first pitch and got a base hit. Being a pitcher I will always swing at the first pitch if it looks good to me. Because everyone always says look at the first pitch I'll always throw a strike, nice and fat just like most other softball pitchers. We won seven to five. It was customary to go to Malone's after the game for a drink. I would have it no other way tonight looking up in the stands and seeing Jasmine and Charlene sitting there. 

Each time I had looked up at them after they arrived they would howl and blow kisses at me then part there legs just enough I swear I could see there sweet pussies. After the game I hurried up to them grabbing one in each arm and kissing them both hard on the mouth our tongues darting back and forth. I also noticed that Jasmine's dress had come unbuttoned showing almost all of her thigh and all of her cleavage Charlene's had also been unbuttoned to the point her lacy bra was showing. 

We went to the car and I threw the equipment bag in the trunk Jasmine jumped in behind the wheel to drive while Charlene held the passenger door making me or letting me slide in the middle. Jasmine started the car and pulled out toward the bar, which was just at the end of the block. She pulled around back in the parking lot stopping the car as both of there hands found my thighs Jasmine said, "We don't have to stay long do we Charlene has a Hot Tub at her apartment." 

"Just one drink I swear," I said running my hands up both there legs. Finding them both to have no panties and quite wet I ran my finger across both there pussies then bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste them both they were both so nice, Charlene maybe just a bit sharper. I would investigate more later. We got out of the car, then with an arm around each of them we walked into the bar the shots were already waiting on the bar two deep so much for getting out with just one round. 

We all did our first shots with a beer chaser; I told the guys what a great game they all played. Someone started the jukebox as Bob ask Charlene to dance, which she did. I had always thought Jasmine was a dirty dancer but she didn't have much on Charlene the guys all look at the dance floor wanting there own turn. Jim came over asking Jasmine to dance and after seeing Charlene she wasn't about to refuse. The two of them acted like it was some kind of competition to see you could dance the sexist and get the most guys to cheer. Jasmine was flipping her almost unbuttoned dress but not quit showing them all her shaved pussy as the song ended. I grabbed them both a shot from the bar and announced them both the winners of the sexist dancer contest. As they threw them back we went to the bar to wash them down with a swig of beer. Another round had appeared we all drank them as another song had started we finish our beers and headed for the back door to a chorus of boo's and party-poopers. Little did they know the party was just beginning! 

We all piled back in the car and headed up the street to the apartment complex where Charlene lived. Found a place to park, on the ride I had finished unbuttoning Jasmine's dress exposing her to the streetlights. While at the same time I had also managed to undo Charlene's blouse. Again we walked together arms around each other with Charlene directing us on the path until we came to her place. She got her keys out and opened the door saying, "Y'all come inside and make yourselves to home." As she closed the door behind us I noticed a new bottle of tequila on the breakfast bar between the dining area and the kitchen. So they had already stopped by here. Or Charlene just kept one there?

I took Jasmine in my arms pushing her dress from her shoulders leaving her naked before me I bent over taking a hard nipple into my hungry mouth then pulling it with my teeth before letting it go. I felt Charlene press against my back wrapping her arms around us. I turned to her pulling her blouse back off her shoulders tossing it to the ground before reaching for the clasp and freeing her lush's tits. I felt Jasmine's hands working at my pants then Charlene was undoing my shirt as my uniform came off leaving me in just my knee socks, jock strap & cup. I knelt before Charlene and reached out to unzip her skirt slowly pulling it down to find her shaved as well. She flipped the skirt away with the toe of her hi-heel.

Ahh the sweet aroma of a women's arousal their smell filled the air; I could see the wetness gathered at her lips I reached out wiping my finger thru it taking it from her. I brought it to my nose breathing deeply then turning I raised my hand turning to face Jasmine holding my wet finger between us we kissed and sucked Charlene's juice from my finger. I felt Charlene press against my back her warm flesh melting into me her arms reaching around to run her hand over my straining cock still trapped in my cup. I wanted to feel her fondle my manhood not what it was incased in. Because I was so hard the cup was really just holding my straining cock against me as the head and about three inch's were poking out. Jasmine looked down at my predicament and began to laugh then pinching my nipple with a wicked grin said to Charlene, "I think we should leave him this way, until he has pleased us both." Turning me to show Charlene my manhood peeking out. She ran her finger around the head then said, "He's your man what ever y'all say is fine. If ya don't think it'll hurt none."

"It won't hurt him just make him a little uncomfortable maybe," She replied taking my hand and leading me to a chair then pushing me back into it Jasmine knelt removing my shoes socks and leggings leaving my supporter & cup in place. She smiled at Charlene asking, "Do you think its time to take a dip in the hot tub?"

Charlene said, "Sure lets just throw on some robes." She went in the bathroom returning with a blue one for Jasmine and a red one for her. They both slipped them on not closing or tying them. Charlene said, "I don't have anything big enough for him." 

Jasmine replied, "He's covered sort of." As she took the bottle from the bar and opened it, Charlene went into the kitchen setting a salt shaker on the bar; a bowl of limes and three shot glasses. I stood up taking the bottle from Jasmine I poured each of us a glass. As Jasmine then Charlene both salted their hands I leaned over licking Jasmine breast then salted it. Licking the salt then doing my shot. We all bit a piece of lime. Off we went to the hot tub.

As we walked down the path to the spa area. I wondered what her neighbors would says if they saw us all. I didn't have to wait long to find out as a guy coming from the parking area nearly dropped what he was carrying when he saw us. I just smiled at him.


We arrived at the hot tub it was dark but there were soft lights on in the spa. The girls both hung their robes on hooks by the fence. The spa had been enclosed by a six foot fence surrounding it with a lock on the inside of the gate. We all sunk in to the hot swirling water it felt so good after the game. Plus all the drinks had me melting into oblivion in no time. With the ladies on either side of me we all relaxed into the bubbling warmth.

I shifted trying to let my shrinking cock back into its plastic elastic prison. As Jasmine move out to the center of the tub reaching for Charlene they embraced kissing tongues probing each others mouths hands moving to fondle each others breasts. They broke their kiss as they explored each others bodies. Touching each other in the exact same place as the other was. Their fingers circling hard nipples then pinching as there tongues touched in a sweet duel before coming together in a deep kiss as their arms caressed the others body their breasts smashing together. I was to say the least enthralled by there display as my once shrinking cock returned to its full erection.

They broke there kiss turning to smile at me Jasmine saying, "See I told you he likes to watch." I reached out pulling them to me. I set one on each leg then lifted my head to share a kiss with both of them, then each in turn. I moved down to there breasts.

Charlene's were larger, the size of a small cantaloupe's where Jasmine's were about the size of a grapefruit they both were very firm. Charlene having large dark rose colored areoles with long hard nipples. Jasmine's areoles were smaller pinker with shorter smaller nipples. I pushed my face between them sucking then nipping first one then the other. To there oohs and ahhs. As they continued making out. They both reached down to my straining cock pushing the cup down fondling my steel rod. My hands slipped between them down between there open legs as I searched and found there hard love buttons. 

To get better access to there slits I removed my hands then wrapping them one around each lifting and guiding them to the other side of the spa placing them both in front of a water jet pulsing on there rear ends. As my hands found their cunts again, they both let out low moans as they reach out taking my swollen cock in there mutual grip both of there hands encircling it stroking it in unison. We gained a rhythm masturbating each other. God I do love having both of my hands each in a different pussy at the same time. Especially when one then the other cums, ummmmmm! As they did turning and sharing a kiss between the three of us I kept up the pace wanting to push them over the edge one more time before I myself exploded in their hands. It didn't take much as they both came together the second time pumping their flowing pussies on my fingers. 




The Nurse & Her Hot Tub



I let up kissing them again I asked if they were ready to return to Charlene's apartment or were they going to make me shoot off here in the tub? 

Charlene responded, "No way honey we will have none of that sweet nectar wasted here tonight."

With that she and Jasmine both got out of the tub grabbing a towel and patting each other off. I climbed out taking my cup and jock strap off my ankle where they had ended up. As the girls draped there towels around their necks then slipped on there robes and shoes on, I just draped the towel around my neck letting my seven inch hard cock waive in the warm night air. We walked back toward Charlene's apartment. 

Just as we turned down the sidewalk toward her place a young lady came walking toward us. As she passed looking first to my manhood then to both Jasmine and Charlene whose robes were open smiled licked her lips and asked, "Having a nice night?"

Jasmine and Charlene noticing where her gaze was focused reached out and wrapped their hands around my cock stroking it again. While saying as one, "We sure intend to, how about you?" 

"If I had one of those I sure would," she responded nodding toward my erection.

"Were not stingy ladies we're going to sharing this one we could let you have some too if you'd like." Jasmine said, "I know he's good for it, I am sure you won't be left out." 

As Charlene bent over kissing the head of my cock they both continued to slowly stroke it then they both kissed me on the cheek before we all shared another kiss as our new friend watch in wonder trying to decide if she wanted to become the fourth member of our little party. 

Charlene said, "Sweetie if y'all want to join in the fun we'll be in 124 right down the way there but I need to get this man inside me before I do him right here in front of the whole complex."

With that we walked off to Charlene's place. I heard our new friend ask, "Is there was anything I should bring if I do come by?"

Jasmine answered saying, "Just you darling!! You can lose the clothes." 

Laughing the three of us turned on to Charlene's walkway leading up to her door. Charlene opened it as I escorted the girls thru closing it behind me. I thru my wet jock strap and cup at my pile of clothes still on the floor as Charlene turned dropping her robe to the floor pressed up against me kissing me while Jasmine went to pour a round of shots as she dropped her robe over the back of a chair. Charlene slid down my chest kissing her way to my belly button as she dropped to her knees. She nuzzled her face in my crotch sucking one of my balls into her mouth like a ripe plum. Then letting it free she licked her way from the base of my straining meat up the under side to the tip before kissing the bulbous head.

Jasmine had returned with glasses for us as she handed one to me with a kiss. I leaned over licking her nipple as she salted it then I licked it taking my shot while she stuck a wedge of lime in my mouth. Next she had Charlene lick a spot on my dick put some salt there then handed her a shot. Charlene licked the salt from my cock all the while stroking me with one hand. Then she took her shot as Jasmine handed her a wedge of lime too. She extended her tongue flicking over the head of my stiff meat then slowly parted her lips taking just the head in her warm mouth. 

"Oh yes suck my cock," I groaned. My eyes closed enjoying all the sensations of Charlene's ministrations when I felt a hand glide around to play with my nipple as two very hard ones pressed into my back Jasmine pinched my hard pebble of a nipple as I felt her slide down my backside letting her hands roam free. She began kissing my butt cheeks then running her tongue down my crack parting my cheeks she began tonguing my tight bung hole as if signaled by her Charlene sunk her wet mouth onto my aching cock.

"Yes, yes that's it that's what I need," I moaned as Charlene began to fuck my cock with her mouth sucking and stroking it together as Jasmine tongued my ass while massaging my prostate with her finger I shuddered as my climax ripped up my spine to every never in my body still I was able hold back my ejaculation. Charlene expecting to receive a hot load of cum looked up at me as I looked down her still pumping my cock into her mouth jerking with my climax. Seeing the look of surprise on her face I told her, "Its ok I can cum like that and hold my jism until I want to let it go. 

Jasmine piped in, "Yea he can just keep going like an energizer bunny! He can almost wear a girl out if he wanted to"

"Wow!" was all Carlene said as she engulfed my cock once more just as there was a knock at her front door.

Jasmine stood up patting my butt and turned to the door asking, "Shall I get it?" 

As Carlene mumbled, "mmmmmm huh, "around my pole sucking my still hard cock.

Jasmine stepped to the door opening it wide. Charlene and I were sideways to the front door in full view. Her on her knees my cock buried in her cute mouth she was sucking away making loud slurping sounds. I turned my head to see if it was some neighbor come to complain or what when to my surprise I saw the young lady we had all meant earlier on our way back from the hot tub. There she was standing at he door stark naked except for a pair of red hi-heels! 

Jasmine said, "Welcome to Charlene's place, she's the one giving my husband a damn good blow job, I am Jasmine he is Bill the one with the big smile on his face were so glad you decided to join us and your dressed just right too!"

"Thank you, I am so glad this is the right place I was so scared I would make a mistake and go to the wrong door! I am Marie." she said, with a slight Latin accent as Jasmine reached for her hand leading her into the room swinging the door closed behind her. 

"That could have been so embracing," she added, as Jasmine wrapped her into her arms embracing her planting a long deep kiss on her pert mouth.

Marie was taller than either Charlene or Jasmine with long dark brownish red hair, dark brown eyes, light brown skin, nice smallish breasts with small brown nipples set on dark puckered areoles. She had a dark thick patch of hair covering her pussy and wide sexy hips. Jasmine had to stand on her tip toes while they kissed as Marie bent to her. Jasmine's hand went right to the thick patch of hair as I heard Marie's breath catch in her throat as she moaned.

I looked back down to Charlene to see her looking over at her new company then back to me her mouth full of my meat. I do so love the look of a lady on her knees with a mouthful of cock looking up at me. Before another climax shook me I reached lifting Charlene to her feet kissing her deeply. We moved to embrace Marie kissing her as she turned her head to except our mouths on hers Jasmine continued to fingerer her clit. I moved behind her rubbing my still hard cock between the cheeks of her taught ass down to her wet pussy. She spread her legs wide as I moved in between them sliding my cock to her wet pussy as Jasmine fingered her clit Charlene kissed and sucked at her breast. I felt Jasmine's hand guide my cock to Marie's wet pussy. She was just tall enough with her heels on for me to bury all of my cock deep inside her. 

Jasmine moved allowing Charlene to share our new toy they both went to Marie's breasts. Each taking a breast in one hand and nipple in there mouths while there other hands fingered her clit and my cock as it moved in and out of Marie's dripping cunt. She bent a over a little to give me better access to her cunt as she gripped me with her pussy not wanting to let me escape her wetness. She came in a rush her juices flowing over me as her knees gave way the three of us had to hold her up as I to came for the second time in a half hour. 

We broke the circle around Marie as she caught her breath. I knelt to Jasmine's sweet pussy then Charlene's licking and kissing first one then the other savoring the sweet taste of Jasmine to the slightly tart taste of Charlene wondering what Marie tasted like? I turned to lick her too. I stood kissing my way up to there mouths to share there tastes with them. 

Marie saw my still swollen cock and gasped "He's still hard?"

Jasmine said, "And he better stay that way until he fucks us too! Right Charlene."

Charlene nodded as she went to the kitchenette found another shot glass for Marie then began to pour us all a shot. We all moved over to the bar area taking a break I bent licking Jasmine's breast and salted it before taking my shot licking her tit as I reached fingering her clit then took a piece of lime biting it sucking the sour juice from it. Here I was with three beautiful women all to myself I shook my head.

Charlene had returned to our side of the bar as I poured another round this time licking her tit. This turned into all of us licking one another salting a tit or in my case my dick and doing a shot until we had all done each other.

With that I knelt to Jasmine's pussy she was sitting on one of the stools. I pushed her legs apart as I pulled her to the edge of the seat burrowing my tongue deep into her wet slit. She was still so hot she came again almost at my touch. I worked in flicking my tongue over her super sensitive clit until I heard her scream "Oohhh ggoooddd yeeessss!" as her legs clamped around my head.

Charlene had moved to get to Marie she was now squatting between Marie's spread legs. Jasmine and Marie were locked in another deep kiss as Marie began cumming from Charlene's attention I knelt reaching under Charlene fingering her tight cunt again. After Marie's climax had subsided Charlene stood bending at the waist never taking her mouth from Maries now quivering pussy pushed her pert ass out and up. I rose up with her; finger fucking her drooling pussy as I did. 

Once she was up legs straight back bent head buried in Marie's pussy I took my cock in hand rubbing the head in her wetness sliding it along her slit over her clit as she shivered from the sensation then with on fluid stroke buried my cock in her sopping cunt to the hilt as she bit on Maries clit causing Marie to convulse in another climax as Marie fingered Jasmine while they kissed and played with each others tits. I pumped into Charlene's steaming pussy. The smell of the sex filled the air. Arousing my blood to the point I was barely able to keep from ejaculating in Charlene's tight love hole as her cunt muscles gripped and milked my pistoning rod. I came for the third time as Charlene cried out into Marie's crotch. While she and Jasmine both came with us over the edge. It was something to hear us all moaning, breathing hard together pumping, licking, rubbing to get the last full bits of pleasure we could. Before we melted together kissing as we probed licked kissed until we reached a new mouth breast cunt or... 

The circle shifted again this time my cock found the lovely Jasmine's sweet pussy while her face was buried in Marie's pussy as Marie found Charlene's wet slit as licked Jasmine and me as my cock pumped into Jasmine. Hands and mouths moved to touch lick and taste all they could as we worked to reach our peak together the more my cock pumped into Jasmine as Charlene's tongue slid along on the out stroke then flicked over Jasmine's clit as I buried my pulsing cock deep in her I felt my climax build deep with in my loins. Marie was the first to cum biting or nipping at Charlene's quivering cunt lips. Causing her to join in as she sucked hard on Jasmine's clit which started her muscles contracting around my cock I was so close to the edge that there was no more holding back. 

As Jasmine's climax rushed through her I pulled my swollen cock from her and pushing it up between her clit and Charlene's face as my ejaculation shot forth in long spurts streaming out to fall on Jasmine's soft flat stomach. Marie and Charlene dove to lick or catch as much as they could of my cock juices as they could, while saving some to share with Jasmine in a long kiss. As my cock pulsed with its last spasms Marie engulfed the head like a starved child sucking to gain the last few drops of my seed while my body shook. 

We all finely all moved from the floor to the bedroom after taking a break were all kissing sucking some part of one another when all three of them moved around my standing pole they all three bent in close their tongue's each taking a part as they licked to the head each ending with a kiss. I reached out finding a warm cunt for both my hands. They began taking turns stuffing there mouth with my meat it seemed to see who could get he most of my cock in there mouth Jasmine was the first to swallow it all burying her face in my pubic hair. My hands were deep in Charlene and Marie's pussy as they rocked back onto my probing fingers.

It seemed Jasmine had won because she crawled forward impaling herself on my stiff meat filling her swollen pussy with it. While Marie and Charlene went to her breasts as she bounced on my cock. Jasmine moaned as her climax came again causing me and the girls to join in the air was filled again with the sounds of us all cumming with each other. I t was now Charlene's turn to take her place of honor on the seat (my cock). While Jasmine asked her where they were meaning her toys as she reached for the night stand drawer she found what she was looking for pulling two vibrators from it. She handed them to me as she turned to Charlene taking her breast in her mouth. 

Charlene had squatted over me allowing her to control the depth of my penetration she was moving faster and deeper as I switched on the vibrators and pushed they into Marie's and Jasmine's quivering holes as they suckled at Charlene's bosom. Jasmine reached out fingering her clit which sent her over the edge so fast she said in wasn't fair because the rest of us had not cum yet. So it was agreed she could keep riding my cock until we all came together. 

With that I slipped the vibrators out of there pussies and moved them up to Marie and Jasmine's tight ass holes knowing that as hot as they were they would go off as soon as they felt the buzzing plastic dicks in them. Which they seemed to do as I pushed the plastic cock into them but not wanting me to stop they asked me to fuck there butts good with the little dicks as Charlene found herself cumming again and now wanting to also be filled in the rear.

Marie moved to get her turn on my cock choosing to stuff my cock in her back door as Charlene took her place at the vibrator which went straight to her pert ass. Now I was fucking all three of them in there other holes as my own climax was becoming more than I could holed back I tried to keep from ejaculating but found no way as Marie's tight ass gripped my swollen cock. I told them all I was going to cum again as Marie climaxed then pulled herself free as my cock erupted again spewing forth more globs of thick white jism while Marie pumped me with her hand the others caught what they could before joining to lick me as Marie sucked my cock first then Jasmine and Charlene as they were cumming on there plastic pals. 

Exhausted and sated we all fell into a heap in the bed; myself falling off to sleep. Only later to be woken by the sound of someone cumming I opened my eyes to see Charlene with a strap-on dildo on fucking Marie on her hands and knees Marie's face was buried in Jasmine cunt who laid before her. I just laid there watching them go at Marie Jasmine stroked her hair as she griped the floor with her hands meeting each of Charlene's thrusts with her own. Before collapsing into Jasmine pussy I heard Jasmine say "eat me slut while Char fucks your ass now!"

I watched in fascination as Charlene in one fluid stroke pulled the latex dick from her quivering pussy and rammed it deep into her ass as Marie pushed back to take it with a loud "Gooooood" groaned into Jasmines pussy. 

I began to stroke my cock as I watched the scene it was great they had yet to notice me, but I wanted to get in on this hot ass fucking that was now causing Marie's third climax in just a few minutes. 

It wouldn't be long before they saw what I had and were back... we went on until the sun came up none of us making it to work that day as we laid around taking advantage of each other.



The Nurse and I



This story is dedicated to a reader of mine, one who I've long since lost contact with. But who knows, she might just read it and recognise the lust I had for her a few years back. She was a 36 year old nurse, and horny as hell. I was 58, retired, but just as horny as her. 

*

As far as I'm concerned, it all started when a friend of mine said, "I'm chucking that old bike out if you know anyone who wants one."

"How much do you want for it?"

"Nothing. But whoever wants it had better pick it up before next Wednesday, otherwise the bin men can take it away."

"I don't know anyone else who wants one, I might take it myself."

"You? I can't imagine you riding a bike."

"Why not? I was just thinking the other day; I could do with getting some more exercise."

So I ended up going home with a bike in the boot of my car. It was about two weeks later when I was on afternoon shift; it had been a scorching hot day. I thought I'd give the bike a tryout, using it to go to work. Obviously being a nurse, I work at a hospital. So I'd put all my kit together in a shoulder bag, and off I set.

Was I dressed for cycling? Head protection, and all the right gear? NO. It was, as I said a hot sunny day. So I had a little blouse, tied under my bust, and skimpy shorts.

Off I set from my village, it was only three miles, and it felt great cycling along the country lanes, the breeze blowing all around my naked flesh keeping me cool. I'd gone no more than half a mile, when I came to Barker's hill. This was something you never even notice when you're driving your car. It's no more than a slight descent; twisting its way for about half a mile down hill. At first as my bike picked up speed, and I didn't have to pedal, I thought to myself, 'This is great, flying along, only the noise of the tyres on the road.'

Then I came to one of the temporary 20 MPH speed limit signs. This was obviously there because they'd re-surfaced the road. This had been done about three days ago, and the traffic had taken most of the gravel from the tracks where the car wheels travel. And being a narrow lane where cars only move to their own side when encountering an oncoming vehicle, this had moved the gravel into deep ridges at the edge and centre of the road. It wasn't causing any problems providing I kept in the tracks made by the normal traffic. 

But my bike was now picking up speed, and I pulled on the brake levers, to try to get back down to a speed where I felt comfortable. The brakes had felt quite good when I'd tried them back at home; by holding the lever and pushing hard against them. But now, as the bike sped ever faster down this hill, they didn't appear to be having much effect.

It wasn't long before I felt myself getting to the point where I was feeling worried about how fast the bike was now travelling. I was squeezing the brake levers as hard as my hands could squeeze. But the bike just kept picking up speed. Each bend now saw me drifting into the middle of the road, into the deep ridges of gravel. 

Then it happened, they say accidents happen in slow motion. Mine didn't, one minute I was thinking, 'Oh god! This is a tight bend'. The next second, the bike skidded, and I felt myself falling. "Crash."

The Author's Tale.

Ok I'll take over the story now. It was a beautiful day, and I said to the wife, "Well I'm afraid the garage roof can wait until another day. I'm not going to waste this weather; I'm going for a run on my bike."

"Any idea what time you will be back?"

"Who knows, I could be back by one o'clock, but don't worry if I don't get back until Six. It all depends where I end up going to."

"Ok I'll go and visit my sister. I'll see you when you get back."

I took it into my head to take a ride up to the cat and fiddle pass, near Macclesfield. Oh, and when I say bike, I'm talking about a relatively old 1989 Kawasaki GPX 750. Not the fastest bike in the world, but I could put 135mph on the clock and still be accelerating.

It was a glorious day, and the bike just kept singing to me through every bend. I had soon started along the infamous road, winding my way up and down the long twisty bends, and in no time I was at Macclesfield. It wasn't that I wanted to go to Macclesfield; just the road to there is so good on a bike. 

Now where to head for, I had no idea, so I just headed out of town. Soon I found myself on little country lanes, not suitable for blasting your way around on a high powered bike. The speed I was travelling at was boringly slow, but it wasn't sensible to try to go any quicker. I made my way from village to village, thinking I'll soon find a major road, and find my bearings.

I came to a 'T' junction, and turned left, I'd only gone fifty yards when I came to where they'd re-surfaced the road, and some bloody 20 MPH signs. This stuff is lethal on a bike, and I plodded my way along thinking, 'I hope I don't get some nutter in a car behind me, wanting to go quick.'

Then as I rounded a bend, I saw a sight that made me freeze. There in the road was a young girl, lying still with blood running all down her legs. My first thoughts were that she was dead, and I felt sick. I pulled my bike to a stop, and ran across to where she lay. She was scantily clad, white blouse, which left her midriff exposed, and little hot pants (Skimpy short.) I haven't got any first aid training, but my first thoughts were, 'If anything comes around that bend a bit quick, she's going to get run over.'

She was lying in the wheel track on my side of the road. Not that most vehicles using a little lane like this wouldn't be using both wheel tracks. But to protect her from vehicles coming in the direction I'd just come from, I carefully turned my bike around and rode it back to a point just before the bend; parking it so any car would need to slow down to a crawl to get past. And then I ran back and carried her bike back in the other direction, and lay that in the road on a straight section before the bend.

So once I'd given us both a measure of protection from other vehicles which may arrive at the scene, I ran back to where the girl was still lying motionless in the road. I carefully put my ear to her chest, and I could instantly hear her heart beating. This brought about such a rush of adrenalin, I almost shouted for joy. Then I realised I had to do something to move her. But they always say don't move anyone who's had an accident. I was in a real dilemma, and I'd decided, injured or not she'd be safer off the road. I put my arm under her knees, and was just trying to slide my other arm under her back, when she came to.

The Nurse's story.

I came to, and there was a man in full motorcycle leathers and crash helmet. And he'd already got one arm under my knees, and was about to put his other under the top of my torso. I blurted out, "What happened?"

"Thank god. Am I glad you've come around. I was going to try to get you to the side of the road. If I try to lift you, will you tell me if I'm hurting you?"

"Hang on I'll try to get myself up."

"Ok. I'll help you, just be careful."

"Ouch. God my leg hurts. Oh god, so does my bum."

"It's not surprising, you're cut to ribbons. Come on let me take your weight. That's it. Carefully. Just take your time. That's it, just sit down here on this bank, while I go and get your bike from the middle of the road before someone runs over it."

I sat down and looked to see where my bike had ended-up. But it was nowhere to be seen, and the man was running back along the lane in the direction I'd just come from. Then he was out of sight around the bend. After a few seconds he re-appeared carrying my bike, which he put up against the hedge at the side of the road.

"How are you feeling? Your leg looks pretty badly cut."

"I'm ok I guess. But my leg does hurt."

"I haven't got a mobile to phone an ambulance, have you got one?"

"Yes, there's one in my bag. But I don't need an ambulance."

"Well if you've got a mobile, I'd feel happier if you let me get an ambulance for you?"

"Ok I suppose your right."

"Where's your bag?"

"Well I had it on my back. I guess the straps broke."

The man turned around, and he'd soon spotted where the bag had ended up. He walked across and brought it back to me.

"Are you ok to look through it yourself, or shall I look for it."

"I'm ok. But you can look if you want, there's nothing of value in there."

He delved in my bag and the first things out were my change of clothes for coming home tonight, jeans, jacket, bra and knickers. He placed them to one side. As he did so, looking more than a little embarrassed, I said, "Sorry I forgot I'd got that lot in there. The phone should be there somewhere."

He pulled my phone from my bag, and the case was completely shattered. "Oh no. It looks like it's in worse condition than you are."

"Well it looks like phoning for an ambulance is out of the question. Will you be ok if I shoot off to the next village and get someone to ring for me?"

"Look, I only live half a mile away. I assume by the way you're dressed you have a motorbike?

"Yes. I parked it back up the lane, just to slow any traffic down."

"I see. So I guess that's why my bike was back up the other way?"

"Yes. But with your bike I was still worried some idiot might not see it until they'd run over it."

"Well yes. But your motorbike, it's still ok, isn't it? I mean you didn't fall off when you found me lying in the road?"

"No. I was only going steady. This gravel is bloody lethal. Oh, excuse my French."

"Tell me about it. That was what I fell foul of. But back to what I was about to ask, would it be possible for you to give me a lift on the back of your bike?"

"Well yes. But you haven't got a helmet or any protective clothing."

"It's not far, and I'll hang on tight."

"I suppose your right, it might not be legal, but the sooner we get you to someone who can treat you, the better it will be. I'll just put your bike in the field; otherwise it'll get nicked if we leave it here."

"Whatever, I don't think I want to keep it anyway."

Soon he was helping me back to where he'd parked his bike, and then he helped me to climb up onto the back. And then once he'd got himself on, the bike was started, and he said, "Wrap your arms around me, and hang on tight. If you feel faint, or you want me to stop, just thump me."

I did as he said, wrapping my arms around his waist, he pulled away, and we were soon making our way back up the hill. The cool breeze blowing numbed the stinging coming from my leg, but my butt was giving me jip with every bump we went across.

As we entered my village, I thumped his side gently, and pointed across to where my house was. He pulled across to that side of the road, and stopped.

"That house there." I said pointing two houses down.

He pulled into the drive, and stopped by my front door. He got off, and put the bike on its stand, then proceeded to help me off. I opened the front door, and he helped me into my lounge, where I sat on the settee.

The Author's tale.

As soon as I'd got her on the settee, she passed out again. First reaction was to go to her kitchen, and get some water. Trying to find anything in someone else's house is a nightmare. But I was soon back at her side, kneeling on the floor, flicking water at her face. It had no effect, but the blood was still running from her leg. I decided to try to clean her up, and I searched the house until I'd found the necessary things.

I bathed her leg, and used a cotton sheet I'd ripped into strips to bandage it up. The main source of the bleeding had now been stemmed, but there was a small trickle of blood running from the top of the inside of her leg. To see what this was, and where it was coming from, I had to carefully lift her right leg, the un-injured one to one side. Now I know I was supposed to be helping this girl, but once I'd lifted her legs open, the skimpy little shorts were not giving her any cover at all. She had the tiniest of thongs on, and I could see her beautiful pussy.

I got an instant erection, and I felt myself starting to sweat. When I'd got her into the house, and she'd passed out, I'd removed my helmet, gloves and jacket. But as I hadn't got any jeans under my leather trousers, I was wandering around with my leather boots and leather trousers on. The heat was now having its effect on me, and sweat was streaming down my face.

I tried to overcome my animal instinct and concentrated back on the job in hand. Below her pussy, on the cheek of her bottom was a nasty patch of grazed skin, and it had gravel embedded in it. I knew this had to be carefully picked out, to allow it to heal. I couldn't get access to the grazed area without lifting her injured leg, so I thought I'd try turning her over. As I placed my hand onto her shoulder, she once again came to her senses.

The Nurse's Story.

I opened my eyes, and realised I was in my own front room. Yes now I remember, I'd fallen off my bike, and a motor-cyclist had brought me home. But who was this guy with the beard who had hold of me, he must be 45 at least, is he the motor-cyclists?

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh you're back with us again. How are you feeling?"

"God my leg hurts. Who are you?"

"I'm Garry. I'm the man with the motorbike. I brought you home, but you passed out again. I've dressed your leg as best I can. But you've got some nasty gravel rash on your bottom; I was going to try to get the gravel out."

"Oh sorry. I didn't recognise you without your helmet. And you've done my leg for me?"

"Not a brilliant job I'm afraid, but I'm no nurse. But I think it should stop the bleeding until we can get you to hospital."

"Well I am a nurse. And it looks like a pretty good job to me."

"I was just saying, I was going to try to pick the bits of gravel from your skin, but now you're back with us, it would probably be better if we phone for an ambulance."

"There's not much point now, they'll only rip off what you've put on and do the same again. I'd rather just leave it alone and let it heal now."

"But you need to get the gravel out of these other areas, or it could turn nasty."

"Well you've done a great job so far, if you don't mind finishing what you've started?"

"Of course I don't mind, but I need you turned over the other way, and I will need to pull your shorts up out of the way."

"So if you were going to get the gravel out for me whilst I was unconscious, were you going to pull my shorts out of the way without me knowing?"

He blushed bright red as he said, "Honest. I'd only have pulled them across enough to get the gravel out."

"Come-on don't get all defensive, I'm only having you on. As a nurse, you get used to having to take peoples clothes off to treat them. And talking of taking clothes off, you'll be passing out with exhaustion if you keep them leather pants and boots on."

"But I don't wear any jeans under these, only my underpants."

"So I've seen men in their underpants before, and anyway, it will be easier for you to sort me out if you take my shorts off, so we'll both be the same then."

"Well so long as you don't mind, it would be more comfortable."

He took off his boots, and then removed his trousers; he stood there in non sexy white 'Y' front underpants. 

"Would it be easier if you pull my shorts off before I turn over?"

"I guess so."

With that he knelt down and took hold of the waist band of my shorts, I'd undone the waist clip and lowered the zip. Down slid my shorts, and with his help I turned over, face down, resting on my one good knee, bottom up in the air.

The Author's Tale.

As she turned over, and her bottom came into view, the feelings once again hit me without warning. I hadn't realised, but when she'd come back to consciousness, my erection had melted away, but now as her bottom presented itself to my face, my prick stood to attention in an instant.

The Nurse's Story.

As soon as I'd got myself into position, I tucked my head back so as to see my healing helper. The sight that I got shook me! His dick could be seen pushing its way first forward, then it popped out of the front of his pants, and grew until it was standing rock hard, and pointing skyward. Next second our eyes met, and he again turned bright red.

"I'm sorry." He said as he tried to tuck it back out of sight. But although it was now inside his pants, it shape and size was still visible, and looked ready for action. He knelt down tweezers in hand. "Are you ready? I'll be as gentle as I can."

I could feel him picking at the gravel, and one by one he removed the tiny stones from my skin. But my mind had his dick firmly imprinted in it, and I was fantasising about having sex. His fingers giving the lips of my pussy the occasional gentle pull to one side were only conspiring to heighten the sensation.

The Author's Tale.

The first few stones were easy to remove, but as I got to the finer ones, I was having to use my fingers to stretch the skin to open it up to allow me to roll the stones free. But this was skin about an inch from her pussy, and my fingers were on her lips. Her smell was so sweet, I wanted to press my tongue in deep and taste her juices. And juices, she had juices a plenty, I know I was turned on, my dick was rock solid, but her pussy was wet, and I was sure it wasn't just sweat. I had to have a taste, I could hardly control myself.

"Err. I'm sorry; I don't know your name?"

"Julie."

"Sorry. Julie. There are a few little stones, and I can't get them without digging deep. Would you let me try to suck them out?"

"Suck them! What you're going to try to get them out with your mouth?"

"I'd like to try. Would you mind?"

"Well I guess it's ok, but make sure you don't swallow any of them."

I put my mouth around the area where the stones were, rolled my tongue around until I found the first stone; the tongue has a way of exaggerating its size. With a process of rolling and sucking, I soon had the first stone in my mouth, and then I spat it out into my handkerchief. I then moved on to the next one. This process found at least six more stones, and they were soon all removed. Whilst I was performing this removal, Julie was obviously getting sexually excited. This was obvious not only from the aroma coming from her pussy, but from the involuntary movements her hips would make on occasions whilst I was sucking.

The Nurse's Story.

This method he was using to remove the stones might have been a brilliant way of getting gravel from under the skin, but it was sure getting me hotttttttttt. My knee was about ready to give in, my hips kept jerking without warning, and my pussy was so wet and longing for action. I thought he'd removed all the stones, but as his mouth went back again, it widened its search area, and it was now on my pussy. I almost asked him to stop, but I wanted that tongue so much.

The Author's Tale.

I thought I'd try my luck, to see if she'd let me taste her sweet juices. My mouth went back to her flesh, and as my tongue lapped around, I moved across her pussy. She was sweet beyond my wildest dreams. The juice was flowing freely, and I lapped the full length of her slot. Her clit was stood out big and firm, like a miniature version of my dick. My tongue wrapped itself around it, circling and then flicking across the little pointy end. She dropped to the settee, and I lost my access. I thought she's going to go ballistic. Why did I do such a silly thing, I hope she doesn't start screaming rape or something.

The Nurse's Story.

His tongue found my hole, and he licked me like a starving urchin licking an ice-cream for the first time. His tongue was deep up inside my pussy; it sent shivers through my whole body. Then he started on my clit. As if I wasn't hotttttt enough already, this broke me, I wanted fucking, and there was no way back. I dropped from my knee, onto the settee, with the intention of turning over to get him to fuck me. Once I'd dropped flat, I found I couldn't turn over. The excitement flooding through my body may have cancelled out the pain from my leg, but my muscles were so stiff and weak, I couldn't muster the strength to roll over.




The Nurse and I



I lifted my face from the cushion. "For gods sake get me turned over."

"I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me. I promise I won't touch you again."

He was apologising whilst he was helping me to roll over onto my back. Once I was on my back I held my arms up and open wide. "Come-on Garry. You've got me going, you can't stop now. Get my pants off." He didn't need telling twice, he'd got his pants and mine off before you could say woohoo. He lifted my legs gently open, and eased himself in.

Oh yes this was what I needed. You can forget all the anaesthetics; this took away all the pain, and replaced it with such an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. He wasn't the biggest man I've had, and he was maybe a bit eager, but I wanted fucking, and he certainly did that. He was obviously looking for signs of my orgasm. Because as I felt myself building, he responded, bringing himself to a peak at the same time. This was one hell of a fuck for a man who was obviously not in the first flush of youth. 

Now as his dick went limp, and it slipped from inside me, I thought that would be it, but no. After first giving me a kiss, and telling me how good I was, he was now back to my pussy. He was running his tongue all around, not just my pussy, but also my bottom. This is not something most men go for, but it was getting to me. In no time I was coming back on heat, and his tongue was probing deep inside my bottom. He then got back into position on top of me, and his dick was hard again.

He eased it up my pussy, and whispered in my ear. "Can I fuck your bottom?"

I didn't actually answer, but I gave him a kiss, and pressed my tongue into his mouth. His dick slid from my pussy, and I felt it push at my bottom. My wet hole, and his dick slimy from my pussy, meant it made its way without any trouble. He was soon thrusting his dick to its full length up inside me. This was a slow loving fuck; we kissed and caressed each other all the time.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes. Shoot it up me."

After this fuck we both lay together in each others arms, just kissing. 

The Author's Tale.

After about fifteen minutes of kissing in my arms, I helped her to her feet, and then up her stairs to her bedroom. She assured me she'd be ok, and all that she now needed was a good sleep. I sat with her until she'd drifted off, and then I went down and dressed. Once dressed I walked back to where she'd fallen off her bike, and then wheeled it back to her house for her. And being as the only clothes I'd got with me were my bike leathers, by the time I reached her house I was about knackered (maybe the two fucks I'd had beforehand also played some part in this).

So after helping myself to a cold drink, and checking she was still sleeping peacefully, I left for home.



The Nurse and The Med Student



Spring is the time of year that I enjoy the most. The redbud and dogwood trees are blooming. Daffodils and tulips are flowering, too. Spring is also when some of my hottest sexual encounters have occurred. I am a professional nurse and wife in my late fifties and love to flirt with the doctors, medical students, and other male hospital staff where I work. 

One day while having lunch in the hospital cafeteria I was joined by my personal physician, Dr. Karyn and a first year medical student. 

While her student was in the cafeteria line, Dr. Karyn mentioned, "That is Jason, a first year medical student who will be observing my activities for the week. He is very smart, but so shy and socially awkward. If you can believe it, he has been too busy with his studies to even date. In fact, I think that he is a virgin."

With a bright smile, I said, "He is kind of cute. How has he been around the patients while you were making rounds?"

"Quiet, shy, and seems to be taking it all in and processing things like a computer. I wish he would lighten up and just be more relaxed. He seems especially nervous around my female patients. Maybe you can help him with that. With your bubbly personality and caring nature, I think you would be a good mentor."

"Well I will see what I can do, but I doubt that he will be around the hospital much after this week. Did you have any specific ideas on how I could help?" I asked.

"Funny you should ask, yes I do. I was looking at my calendar for tomorrow and noticed that you were scheduled for your annual physical examination. Would you mind if he observed and assisted me?" Dr. Karyn asked.

"That would be fine, but why me?" I enquired. 

Dr. Karyn responded, "First you are a nurse that is very comfortable with her body. You understand the value of first-hand instruction. Most important of all you are fit and have great personal hygiene. You can't believe how repulsing most of my female patients are when it comes to personal care especially with their most personal and private areas."

While blushing, I answered, "I do try to exercise and watch after my appearance. But at my age............ Jason might not even care. How old do you think he is? 23? 25 tops? I am old enough to be his mother."

"Take it from me, he thinks you are attractive. He mentioned so while we were getting my charts from the nurses' station." Dr. Karyn went on, "He especially liked your dark brown eyes and bright smile."

"Ooops, we better cut this short. Here comes Mr. Shy now. I will see you tomorrow, Karyn said while leaving. 

"Have fun with your young project." I whispered as Jason pulled up a chair across from me. "Jason, sorry but I need to get back to work. Have a nice day."

That night when my husband came home from playing golf, I asked, "Babe can you shave my pussy close and smooth?"

"No problem, Honey." He said. "Can I ask why?"

"I have my annual physical examination with Dr. Karyn. And she has a nice young medical student who is going to be observing."

Handing him my razor and shaving cream, I continued, "Really, Dr. Karyn mentioned that he is shy and uncertain around female patients. I hope to help him be more confident. "

The next morning I dressed in bright colorful scrubs with a lace bra and panties, thigh highs and heels. I went about my day as usual until it was time for my appointment. When I got to Dr. Karyn's office, I chatted with her receptionist Jennifer until I was lead to an examination room by the nurse. The nurse took my blood pressure and weight and I measured in at 5'7". She left me a gown to change into and mentioned that Dr. Karyn would be with me in five minutes. I removed my clothes but I left my necklace, hose, and heels on. Needless to say, my nipples were rock hard on my 36C breasts. I waited patiently until Dr. Karyn and Jason came into the room."

I sat on the end of the examination table and Dr. Karyn asked me the usual questions. She was pleased with my blood pressures and weight. She asked me to move back, but remain seated. While she moved to one side, Jason stayed seated. I opened my gown and let it slide off my shoulders so that she could use her stethoscope to listen to my heart and lungs. Since I was not wearing a bra, Jason's eyes seemed to pop out and he stared directly at my breasts.

The doctor then had me lay back and she examined each breast. She motioned Jason to my other side and asked him to exam my breasts, too. I could tell that he was nervous and unsure. She gave him some pointers and he actually ended up doing a thorough job. I could feel myself getting wet when he was touching my breasts. I even looked him directly in his blue eyes and smiled and winked. His face blushed the most beautiful color."

Dr. Karyn had me lay back and put my feet in the stirrups. Oh my god, I felt so open and exposed. She went around to the end of the examination table, pulled up an exam stool and got down to business while Jason observed over her shoulder. Every once in a while I would catch him looking at me over top of the gown that was stretched across my knees. It was like he was trying to connect the view of my naked and open pussy to the person it belonged to. I was somewhat embarrassed at being so wet, but the lubrication did help with the insertion of her instruments and cover up some wetness. Actually I had to fight back having an orgasm. She must have sensed such, as she seemed to cut the exam short and asked me to remove my feet and sit up and cover up."



"As I was repositioning my gown, she was going to write a new prescription for my usual medications; but she needed a prescription pad and asked Jason to get one from the front desk. When Jason was out of the door Dr. Karyn made a statement that surprised me. 

She said, 'How about hanging around after I close the office and let Jason have some first hand experience doing a pelvic exam. He seemed to do okay with the breast exam, but I believe he will be more comfortable without me looking over his shoulder and you being an experienced nurse know what he needs to look for. Plus I was aware of how wet you were and an orgasm might help you too.'"

 "Why not," I said. "Maybe I can help him with more than his clinical skills. I will wait here and you can send him back when you close up the office. I will see you at the hospital. And don't forget about the costume party next Saturday at Doctor Acker's vineyard. Good night...now get going before Jason disappears."

I can't believe that Dr. Karyn almost asked me to sexually play with Jason while guiding him through an exam with a female patient. My pussy must have been leaking more than I thought. After about 15 minutes Jason did return to the exam room. During those 15 minutes my mind raced as to how this exam was going to go. Jason was quiet and I broke the ice by totally removing my gown and standing in front of him in just hose and heels. His jaw dropped as he scanned my naked body from head to toe, stopping a bit longer while viewing my tits and married pussy. 

I gave him a deep kiss and he returned it with a soft kiss. I turned that kiss into a French kiss with plenty of tongue. I could feel an erection in his pants pressing against my thigh.

I knew that I needed to take charge and told him, "Doctor Karyn wants you to practice your examination skills on me. I believe she meant a speculum exam, bimanual exam, and rectal exam. I think that we need to not only work on you clinical skills but also your female satisfaction techniques. Now let's get down to it!'" 

I sat on the exam table and laid back. I spread my legs and put my heels into the stirrups. I asked Jason to sit on the stool and start the exam. As one of his fingers entered my vagina I knew the clinical part of this exam would be short lived. 

I grabbed his head and said, "Now eat my pussy."

He pulled his finger out and held onto my hips with both his hands.

I just laid back and started giving him commands. "oh yes, lick my clit......have your tongue do circles on it................ bite it but very lightly............ suck on my labia............. Oh yes insert a finger into my ass."

Jason was doing a great job of eating me but I needed to be fucked. I told him to undress and slowly enter my pussy. I took hold of his erection and rubbed its head against my wet pussy lips spreading his precum over my clit before slowly pushing into my pussy. He took over from there and jack-hammered me so that he and I had simultaneous orgasms. Jason did not pull out right away and I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside my vagina knowing full well he had coated it with his young sperm. I used my kegel muscles to massage his cock while inside me.

When he finally pulled out of me I asked him, "Jason would you be a dear and go find something to wipe up the excess with?"

He returned with some toilet tissue and gently mopped up the excess from between my legs.

Reality caught up to Jason and he asked, "What about your husband?"

I told Jason not to worry that I would tell my husband all about it when I get home. 

This guy must have been saving his sperm for years for within those few minutes he was erect again. I told Jason to climb on the exam table and put his feet in the stirrups. I pulled up the exam stool got between his legs and proceeded to give him a blow job while I rubbed my clit. He lay his head back and moaned as my tongue danced around the head of his cock. Within a few minutes I could feel his cock start to swell in my mouth. I pulled off of him and asked him to switch places again.

Jason got out of the stirrups with his dick swinging hard and freely. I got back on the table and put my legs in position again.. 

"Jason. I want you to do a rectal exam on me but with your penis, "I told him. 

Slowly and nervously he pushed into my anus and it felt so good to me I could only imagine what my tight asshole felt like to him. Once he was fully inside me he started a slow in and out pumping. I could feel my climax building and allowed Jason to move at his own pace while I rubbed my clit some more. He called out that he was getting close to cumming and I told him to drop his load in my ass. My ass, pussy and clit were all on fire and before I knew it I exploded on Jason. A few more minutes and I could feel him squirting in my ass.

It was getting late and I told him that I needed to get dressed and go home. He was so sweet because he tried to help put my bra on and I was sure that he wanted one last feel of my breasts. He hooked me up from the back but I held off putting them in the cups. When he came back around to face me I lifted one to his mouth and he began to suck the nipple. 

"It is time to put them away for now Jason. " I told him. 

I continued to dress and so did he. We started to walk out the office door and he sweetly asked if I could mentor him some more. I commented that he appeared to be more comfortable around me by the end of the night but I would ask Dr, Karyn if I could mentor him again and if we could use her office.. 

On the drive home I knew I was leaking from both my pussy and my ass into my panties. When I got home it was about 9 pm and hubby asked where I had been. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom where I took off my clothes to show him my wet, cummy pussy and ass. 

He smiled and said, "How about you tell me all about it tomorrow when I serve you breakfast in bed. "

"Sounds like a deal," I said.



The Nurse and the Patient



We've decided to stay in the whole weekend and promised each other that the only clothes we would wear would be fantasy costumes. You're sitting at the kitchen table, blindfolded and waiting for me to finish changing. I come up behind you and whisper in your ear, "It's time to play the nurse and the patient." 

I untie your blindfold and stand before you. I got a cute little nursing costume from Hustlers. It's so tight my breasts are gushing out the top. You look down and see the costume I dressed you in while you were blindfolded, a patient's gown that's only tied in the front and your hard cock is sticking straight out at me. 

I tell you to bend over the island in the kitchen so I can examine your prostate. You do so and I spread your legs apart. You hear me snap on medical gloves and the squishing of lube. I take my middle finger and circle your anus. 

"A little pressure." I say and insert my finger ever so gently. I start to pulse my finger inside of you. Once I'm sure you're all lube up I take my finger out of you slowly and insert the short but plug I have.

"Oh yea." You exhale. 

"Now that that's done, it's time for your oral exam. Please hop up on the island and scoot your bottom to the edge of the table."

You do so, still feeling the plug in your tight hole. I take your feet and balance them on my shoulders squatting down so my face is in front of your balls. 

"Well, I think we can get these a little fuller." I say. I open my mouth and lick around your balls taking each one and sucking on them. I motor boat them and your cock slaps against my face. 

"There we go. I like to see them full and taunt!" You're leaning back on your forearms so you can still see me. I stand up and take out the red lipstick that I've tucked in my bra. I open my mouth and trace my lips with it. They turn deep red. 

"Mm!" I move my lips together to set the lipstick and smile. "It's time for your full oral." I open my mouth and position your head right on my lips, teasing you. I kiss it and then take your cock in my mouth going slow and deep. I'm sucking and my saliva is dripping down your shaft. I take my hands and start playing with your balls. You're so full! I know you fucking love it. You moan and tilt your head back. I suck the tip and lick your entire shaft. I know you're ready for your next exam.

"You've passed you're oral. Now it's time for your pelvic exam. Lie back all the way please and scoot your ass so it's own the table." You do as you're told and I hike my nurse's skirt up to my waist, my crotch-less fishnets showing. I straddle you and take your thick, hard cock inside of me so slowly. I contract my muscles as soon as your head enters my pussy lips making sure it's nice and tight for you. I'm squeezing as your shaft moves deeper inside of me. 

"Oh Fuck!" You exclaim. 

"Oh!" I moan finally to your base. You're so big! I can feel the tip of your cock against my cervix. I start rocking front and back, feeling you inside of me and then bobbing up and down riding you good. You thrust up, once, like you're going to buck me off. You like playing with me.

"Oh!" I put my hand on your chest to steady me. You start thrusting more. 

"Oh fuck! You feel so good!" My pussy is lathering your cock now and my juice is dripping onto your balls. I'm moaning. You can't take it anymore. You reach up and rip my buttons open. My huge tits are exposed and bouncing with each thrust. I'm smiling and giggling. You feel so good. 

You reach up and pull my nurses cap off. My long brown hair falls down around my face. You take your arms and wrap them around my waist and hold me down while you fuck, fuck, fuck fuck me so good. 

"Fuck me more. Fuck, fuck. Ahhhhh!" I cum and you fill me up with your load. I smile and look down at you. You bite my lower lip still bright red from my lipstick.



The Nurse & The Young Male



As normal she was doing her rounds on the ward. Samantha was incredibly bored at the moment, it was the night shift and there was very little to do. Once she'd finished she left for home. At home she started to run a nice warm bath. She looked in the mirror, her nurses uniform clung tightly to her womanly figure. The uniform had never fit her properly; it always strained across her bosom. She unfastened the uniform and let it fall to the floor. Her large heavy breasts were held by a huge unflattering bra.

She never wore anything then a bra and tights; knickers always made her feel hot. Her tights sat on the top of her curvy hips and covered her delicious belly. She removed the tights and let them fall to floor. Samantha had a heavy covering of dark hair over her pussy. As she stood in front of the mirror she gently ran her finger through the hair. Samantha stood back from the mirror admiring her body. She had dark hair and dark eyes with smooth pale skin. Her body was extremely curvaceous with her breasts being by far her best assets. Her hips were wide and her bottom smooth and round. Throughout her life she'd kept in shape and it showed, she suffered from very little sagging. Even at the age of 50 she was in good shape.

The bath was lovely and warm, the soapy water made her skin feel electric. She gently soaped her breasts, her fingers lightly brushing her nipples. With each touch her pussy began to ache. Samantha reached over into her bathroom cabinet and took out her special play toy. It was a huge vibrator that was thick and veined. She loved the cool feeling of it in her hand. Her pussy was wet now, dripping with the anticipation. She gently inserted the large toy, it slipped easily into her pussy right up to the end. She pushed the vibrator against his g-spot and felt the familiar throws of orgasm the large toy always induced. She strained and felt her whole body shudder to orgasm. She plunged the vibrator in and out with vigor while her pussy secreted the familiar juices. In the past she'd thought these juices weren't normal but when she'd read about it she realised it was quite normal for some women. Since then she'd learnt to embrace her orgasms and bring them on whenever she needed. Samantha toweled off and got ready for bed and work the next day.

Samantha was bored; she'd been given the handover for all the patients on the ward. As she was looking through she noticed a new patient on the list, a young male 21, he'd been brought in from a car accident. His arms were both broken and he was going to be out of action for a few weeks. First on her list of things to do was give the lad his first bed bath after his operation. Samantha introduced herself to the boy, his name was Ben and he was quite handsome as young males go. He seemed very shy when she explained what she was going to have to do. 

Samantha pulled the curtain round the bed for privacy, Ben took a good look at Samantha and the first thing he saw was her large heaving bosom. Ben was like most young males, constantly horny. He had just one small problem compared to other males. Ben had been blessed with an extraordinary cock. Ever since he was 16 his cock had been growing and growing, he'd been to doctors but they all claimed it was normal. Samantha gently removed the bed covers from Ben's mid-section. Her reaction was one that Ben had seen many times. She was totally knocked backed, it appeared to be even bigger then her bath time toy. She removed her gloves and gently soaped her hands with large amounts of foam. Her heart was pounding as she reached for his cock. As she touched it for the first time it twitched and hardens slightly. Ben told her he'd never been touched by another woman. She was mesmerized by the length and girth of the monster in her hands. She gently soaped all the cock from base to un-circumcised tip, gently pulling back the foreskin to reveal his large plum sized head. She then moved to his balls, they nested between his legs and as she lifted she noticed how firm and heavy they were. Ben was getting extremely uncomfortable, the sensations he were getting were sending him over the edge. 

His cock was now fully erect and his balls tights. Samantha continued to stroke his member furiously feeling the youth close to orgasm. She held his cock vertically, it stood nearly 12 inch's and was almost as think as her wrist and his balls were the size of 2 large eggs. His balls started to twitch and she held his cock firmly in the air watching and massive amounts of cum escaped from his balls. She'd never seen so much in her life. She washed it all away and cleaned him up. Ben was a little embarrassed but also very horny and Samantha could feel the moisture in her tights. She left work that evening feeling a little happier then normal, knowing that for the next few weeks she was in for an interesting time.