Sarah's Stories - Naughty Nurse

Hi readers. I’m Sarah, married to Ted (TedsTales), who has written many tales of our sexual exploits and fantasies and he allows me to use his profile to write some stories of my own, which are generally about my sexual activity before we met and also some of my own private fantasy. Ted and I didn’t get married until we were almost forty and both accepted we each had a past. We are very adventurous sexually and it became clear we wanted the same things so it made no sense to hide our past and we often enjoy sharing past experiences. This story is set way back when I was an eighteen year old student nurse, some forty years ago. ENJOY!!X

I was now well into my nursing training and loving it however, nursing wasn’t the best paid occupation so I was always looking for ways to save and also earn a little extra cash. Luckily for me my Matron, Sandra, basically the person in charge of me, was also a friend of my mum and as I always had excellent reports I was well and truly in her good books, something I was glad about as Sandra was a large built 50 year old spinster who used to put the fear of god into pretty much anyone with just a look. Sandra had taken me under her wing and given me some extra work with the agency she ran, along with several of her colleagues which provided home nursing care to, mainly elderly, people who either had long term health conditions or were in rehab following surgery.

One of the elderly men I had helped care for was Stanley, a man in his sixties who suffered with arthritis which affected some of his joints, particularly his hands, making some everyday tasks difficult. Sadly, Stanley had lost his wife earlier that year and had found things difficult and had employed the services of Sandra’s agency. One of the other issues with Stanley was that he also missed female contact and had often been a little too flirty with a couple of the staff. Unfortunately his wife had been very good friends with Sandra and when she had found out how ill she was Sandra had promised that Stanley would be taken care of. When Sandra had tasked me with attending to Stanley she had warned me about his behaviour but also told me that he was harmless and as an added bonus a good tipper, so on top of the extra wages I would also be getting tax free tips.

For the few weeks I had been attending to Stanley he was very charming and often very complementary towards me regarding both my work and also my looks. Although I was flattered I figured most eighteen year old girls would look attractive to a sixty something single man and laughed off his comments. Besides, back then I didn’t really consider myself particularly attractive. I was tall, five feet eight, and very slim with skinny arms and legs. As for my breasts, I could have probably squeezed them into an A cup bra even though I wore a B cup bra, both for comfort and also in the hope I would soon fill it.

Despite my laughing off Stanley’s comments her persisted and in fact they began to get a little more frisky and really a little more than I was now comfortable in putting up with but he paid very well and I decided to stick with it for the time being. Then one day when I was bathing him things changed considerably. Stanley asked me if I had a boyfriend, which I did, and when I told him so he asked me how long I had been seeing him. I told Stanley I had been seeing him for about six months and Stanley asked me if we regularly had sex. I was a little embarrassed but tried to hide it as I told him it wasn’t really any of his business but confirming my boyfriend and I did have sex.

Stanley possibly took the fact that I didn’t put a stop to the conversation as a sign that it didn’t bother me and pushed on, although his next question made my jaw drop. “Has he got a big cock?” Stanley asked me.

“None of your dammed business!” I blurted back as I could feel my face reddening.

“Calm down.” said Stanley. “I only asked as I know you like a big cock. You can’t seem to take your eyes off mine.” he said as he grabbed his own cock with his crooked fingers and gave it a shake.

“What? No!”I stammered back at him. My voice quivering and my face blushing so much I could feel it burning. As Stanley continued to waggle his cock I couldn’t help but stare. It seemed to be growing before my eyes. It was true, I had cast an eye over Stanley’s cock on the occasions when I had seen it but hadn’t even considered I was staring at it. Perhaps he was right. Maybe I had been and he had finally noticed. It was true that his cock was indeed very big. Much bigger and longer than any other cock I had ever seen. Being a nurse I had seen quite a lot and I certainly hadn’t see a cock as big as his on anyone I had nursed or indeed any of the half a dozen boys I had dated.

I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t intentionally looked at it.” I whimpered.

“Oh it’s OK” replied Stanley. “Here, you can have a feel of it if you like. See what it looks like fully inflated.

As Stanley spoke I stared at his ever growing shaft. I could feel my heart beating and my mouth salivating. I felt like I suddenly had an out of body experience as I watched my hand move towards it, unable to stop myself despite telling myself in my head I didn’t want to. I heard myself let out a gasp as my trembling hand curled around the base of Stanley’s cock and I heard Stanley let out an even louder gasp and groan as he lay back. “Oh yeah. You naughty little nurse. Stroke that big cock baby.” Stanley moaned at me.

Before I knew what I was doing my hand was rubbing up and down the full length of Stanley’s shaft. The warm soapy water of the bath seemed to make make my hand glide effortlessly over his shaft and I could feel all the ridged veins as they throbbed. The blood surging into his shaft made it swell and harden and within a minute his cock was fully hard and I stared open mouthed at the ten thick inches of throbbing cock before me, the big head turning purple as the blood pumped into it.

“Oooooohhhhh! God! Yeah baby. That’s real good. Pump it. Milk my fuckin shaft.” Stanley growled.

His words spurred me on. I had now put all thoughts of how wrong all this was and my mind focussed on pumping his big cock. I stared at his piss hole, dribbling pre cum as it widened. My mouth salivated even more as I licked my lips, hoping his cum would soon gush from the end of that magnificent cock. I briefly looked at Stanley. HIs eyes were shut and his head was rolling from side to side as he groaned and panted heavily.

Minutes later I felt Stanley’s cock begin to pulse and as I looked back at it the cum erupted from the tip, like lava spewing from a volcano. There seemed so much, much more than any boyfriend I’d had ever shot. The first couple of spurts squirted into the air before landing on Stanley’s tummy, then the spurts turned into an oozing river, flowing down his shaft and over my fingers, all warm and sticky. I continued to pump Stanley’s cock until it finally began to soften and Stanley let out a huge sigh as he opened his eyes, smiled and sat up. “Wow, what a good little nurse you are!” He said with a chuckle.

I was unable to speak, I quickly cleaned up the cum from my hand and Stanley’s body and cock before helping him finish bathing. I helped him out of the bath in silence. Got him towelled off and dressed, hardly wanting to look at him. I felt ashamed and needed to get out of there as fast as I could. Stanley kept smiling at me as I helped him dress but he didn’t speak. He realised I was feeling awkward. As I got ready to leave he held out his hand. “Here! You've earned this!” he said as he pushed a few notes of cash into my hand. I didn’t want to take it. It made me feel like a hooker but he was insistent. As I left Stanley shouted. “I can’t wait for your next visit!”

HIs words rang in my ear as I drove home trying to compose myself.

To be continued……..

I lay in bed thinking about earlier on when I had stroked Stanley’s big cock in the bath. It was so wrong of me. I was his nurse for heavens sake and he was over forty years my senior. However I couldn’t get the memory of how nice it was to stroke that monster cock, bigger than any I had seen, until his cum erupted all over his belly and my hand. I’d never seen so much cum and I wondered how Stanley seemed so virile in his late sixties. I’d known of many men who couldn’t even get it up well before they were sixty.

No matter how much I tried to forget what had happened the thoughts wouldn’t leave my head. Then another thought dawned on me. Those words Stanley had spoken as I left saying that he couldn’t wait for my next visit. Was he expecting the same or even more of me? What would happen if I turned him down? Would he tell Sandra. I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out and finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke with a start, breathing heavily and my heart beating. As I lay there, wondering why, the blurred memories of a dream came back to me. I had dreamt of Stanley fucking me. My body was tingling and I put a hand between my legs. I was wet. Oh my god, I was horrified. I got up, showered and dressed, I had over an hour before I had to leave to go to work but I couldn’t sit still so I decided to go early and maybe grab some breakfast in the staff canteen.

As I entered the canteen I bumped into my matron, Sandra, who commented that I was in exceptionally early and offered to buy me breakfast as she wanted to talk to me anyway. What could I do other than gratefully accept. Although I felt nervous I knew I couldn’t be in trouble as Sandra certainly wouldn’t be buying me breakfast. As we sat and ate Sandra asked me how I had gotten on at Stanley’s the previous evening. I could feel my face blushing but tried to keep my composure as I told her I had gotten on fine as far as I knew, Stanley had seemed quite happy.

“Oh he was!” Commented Sandra with a smile. “He called me this morning and asked if he could get another visit as he caught his foot on the bed frame and cut it last night and he needs it dressing properly.” Sandra continued to look at me smiling as she went on to tell me that she offered to send someone around earlier but he insisted he wanted me to come over. “He seems quite taken with you!” Sandra said smiling. “Although who could blame him.” She added before she stood and told me I could finish at 2PM instead of 4PM and go straight to Stanley’s to sort him out.

I had heart palpitations all day until finally 2PM came and I handed over my patients to the nurse replacing me before heading off to Stanley’s house. I nervously let myself in and called out to Stanley who shouted back and told me he was in the bedroom. I went into the bedroom and Stanley was sitting on the bed, wearing just a robe. As he showed me the cut on his foot I took of my coat. “Oh wow! Exclaimed Stanley. “You have your proper nurses outfit on.” I hadn’t given it much thought but ordinarily I would be wearing a different uniform for the private work which consisted of trousers and a top. However, as I had come straight from work I had my nurses dress on, which had metal press stud fasteners down the front.

I bathed and dressed the cut on Stanley’s foot with him still sitting on the bed. All the while Stanley was fidgeting around and when I looked up at him to tell him I’d finished I saw he was trying to look down the top of my dress, not that there was much for him to look at. Before I stood up Stanley asked me if I cut also trim his toe nails as he struggled to do it with his arthritic fingers. I told him I was happy to oblige and he quickly passed me the nail clippers, which he must have already fetched from the bathroom cabinet. I knelt down again between Stanley’s feet and began carefully clipping his nails.

As when I had been bathing his foot before Stanley was constantly fidgeting around and I knew he was trying to look down my top. It made me nervous but also a little excited, given what had happened the day before, but I carried on. I heard Stanley let out a little moan and when I looked up I could see he had pulled his robe open and he was stroking his cock, which was now fully erect. “Oh my god!” I thought. I wanted to be appalled but the sight of that huge cock, the big purple head swelling and a bead of pre cum oozing from the tip made mouth salivate and my heart pound so hard I thought my chest would burst.

Almost involuntarily my hand reached out to grab Stanley’s cock. I knew what he wanted and resistance was futile, besides I’d already stroked him off once and to be honest I loved it. I began to stroke and Stanley groaned. Then he paused and grabbed my hand. “Stand up, undo your dress, let me see those nice little tits of yours.” Stanley growled in a firm masterful voice.

I was shocked. No boy had ever spoken to me like that. Much as though it appalled me it also aroused me. I didn’t think my breasts were worth looking at in fact I’d had some very negative and quite upsetting comments about them in the past. Now I had a man, demanding to see them. I stood up and slowly undid the top few fasteners of my dress, exposing my milky white flesh and my very plain cotton bra. Stanley stared as I unfastened my bra and as the fabric loosened I lofted it, exposing my little breasts to Stanley. “Ooooh great nipples.” Stanley crooned.

I looked down at my nipples. They were really hard and sticking out more than usual. I didn’t really have big nipples but I guess they looked big, capping such a small pair of breasts. I could feel them tingling and swelling even more as Stanley leered at me. “I want you to suck my cock today!” Stanley growled. Like a cheap and easy hooker I knelt back down and began licking the big purple head of his cock. The pre cum dribbling from the tip tasted salty but nice. I licked a few more times and I felt Stanley’s hand on the back of my head. He pressed down on it, telling me to suck him and I allowed my head to lower, his cock sliding between my lips.

Stanley’s cock seemed to swell even more as I gripped the base of his shaft and began to suck his cock as I stroked the length. I could feel my saliva dribbling down his shaft, lubing it up so it slid in and out of my mouth easily. The big swollen veins felt hard and wonderful as my fingers brushed over them. As I continued to suck I could feel Stanley’s hands sliding between his thighs and under my chest. Suddenly I felt his cold craggy hands grip the soft flesh of my breasts and I let out a muffled wince as he squeezed them hard. He was fumbling around making me wonder what he was doing. Then I realised as my nipples were clamped between his fingers and thumbs. He began to tug on them in sync with my head going up and down on his cock.

I let out a muffled squeal every time Stanley tugged hard on my nipples. I’d never let anyone do it before but although it hurt a little I liked it a lot. Stanley obviously enjoyed tugging on my nipples as every time he did it and I squealed he thrust his hips up a little, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth and let out a little gasp of his own. We remained in this cycle for several minutes, my nipples were stinging and I thought I’d have to stop but suddenly Stanley let out a huge grunt and a spurt of his salty cum hit the back of my throat. I froze with my lips wrapped around his big cock head and began to swallow as spurt after spurt of Stanley’s cum erupted into my mouth.

Finally, with his balls drained Stanley’s cock began to soften and it slipped from my mouth, flopping onto his belly. I got up and looked down at my stinging nipples to see they were all red and swollen. I quietly looked down at Stanley, laying there smiling. I grabbed a cloth and cleaned his sticky cock in silence before I went to the bathroom to re dress myself properly. When I’d finished I headed for the door and was met by a still smiling Stanley. He thrust a wad of cash into my pocket, again making me feel cheap. “See you soon nursie!” He mumbled as I headed off out of the door.

I went home and showered before going to bed, wanting to block out what I had done. I hated myself yet it felt arousing and when I saw the wad of cash on my bedside table I smiled. I had come to a decision in my head. I had a plan to make myself feel better and it wouldn’t have to wait long as my next scheduled visit to Stanley was the following day. I drifted off to sleep with my plan running through my mind and a smile on my face.

The following day was soon upon me, and I was thinking a little differently than I felt as I drifted off to sleep the evening before. However, I decided to stick with my plan and see how things developed. I didn’t have to work at the hospital, so I could see Stanley at any time. I called him and told him I would be at his house at 1 p.m. sharp. Appointments were arranged, and I showered and dressed. It was a warm day, so I decided that, as Stanley had commented about my clothing on a previous visit, I would wear it today. As it was warm, I decided not to wear any underwear, although I packed a pair of pants in my bag, and once all dressed, I headed off to Stanley’s house.

I paused when I got to the door and took a deep breath. Was I ready to go through with my plan? I had already crossed the line and cheapened myself by sucking Stanley’s cock on demand, so I thought I might as well at least have some control over the situation. I let myself in and called out to Stanley. He was in the kitchen, doing his best to clean up a couple of meals worth of dishes. I told him to sit, and I’d take care of it. Stanley sat down and once again commented on my nurse's uniform, telling me it really turned him on.

I had to chuckle to myself as that was my general plan when I decided to wear it, and now that I knew Stanley was already being rather forthcoming with his sexual feelings, I decided not to waste any time in continuing with my plan. I started tidying up, making sure I moved slowly and suggestively. I commented on how warm it was and undid the top couple of fasteners on my uniform before I “accidentally” spilled some milk on the floor when I moved a breakfast bowl from the table. “Ooops!” I said, looking at Stanley with a seductive look. “I’d best get down and clean up, hadn’t I?”

I was aware of Stanley’s eyes following me as I lifted the hem of my uniform and squatted down on the floor to begin wiping up the spilled milk, and I made sure that as I moved back and forth, Stanley got a very good view of my thighs and down my very small cleavage. I kept glancing up at Stanley, and I could see he was fidgeting in his chair, so I continued teasing him. Finally, Stanley cracked, and I could see he was now stroking his cock through his sweatpants. My lips began to salivate at the thought of Stanley’s big cock throbbing underneath his pants, desperate to be released. “Are you turned on, Stanley? Do you want me to suck you?” I asked seductively.

Stanley almost began to quiver with excitement as he frantically nodded his head and pulled his sweat pants and underwear down, allowing his big, hard cock to spring free and stand proud like a pole pointing to the sky. I shuffled forward, popping the rest of my metal fasteners as I did so, until I was kneeling between Stanley’s legs. I looked up at Stanley, smiling, as I reached my hand out and curled my fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. I felt it pulse as I began to stroke it, and I massaged Stanley’s balls as I played with his cock. It was only a moment or so before the first bead of pre-combine dribbled from Stanley’s piss hole.

I crooned with delight as I saw it trickle down Stanley’s shaft, and just before the next bead came out, I wrapped my lips around Stanley’s cock head. "Mmmmnn,” I moaned as the next big trickle of pre-cum oozed from Stanley’s piss hole and coated my tongue. I circled Stanley’s cock head with my tongue as I pumped his shaft and squeezed his balls. His pre-cum was now flowing like a small stream, tasting sweet as it ran over my tongue and trickled down my throat. Stanley was already breathing hard, and I didn’t think he could hold on much longer, but I’d swallowed his load twice before, and I had other plans for that big cock of his.

I’d never had a big cock; even my dildo was nowhere near as big as Stanley’s cock. I’d heard some of my girlfriends chat about the pleasures and pitfalls of having a huge cock, and now that I had the opportunity, I decided I wanted to find out for myself. I stood up, much to Stanley’s initial dismay, and shed my uniform, so I was now standing naked in front of Stanley. I looked down at him, sitting in his chair, his big cock pointing upwards, all shiny and sticky from his pre-cough and my saliva. I rubbed my pussy; I was soaking. “I want you to fuck me, Stanley. It’s OK; I’m on birth control.” I said it in a seductive voice.

Stanley looked like a cat that had gotten the cream, as a big grin appeared on his face. Stanley’s smile soon disappeared, and he looked a little concerned. He then told me that he couldn’t fuck me the normal way as his arthritis affected his elbows and shoulders, so he couldn’t bear any weight on them, but he was happy for me to go on top. I felt a little miffed. "No, Stanley, I want you to fuck me. I’ll bend over your kitchen table, and you can do it there.” I told him rather sternly, which shocked him and made me chuckle inside. I didn’t wait for Stanley to answer or comment before I sprang around and bent forward over his kitchen table, presenting my bottom and, more importantly, my pussycat to Stanley. “Come on, Stanley! Fuck me now!” I called out.

Although I was eager for Stanley to fuck me, I did feel a little apprehensive as I hadn’t had a cock anywhere near as big as his, and a couple of the ones I’d had previously felt a little tight, but I’d made the leap and now couldn’t wait. A minute or so later, I felt Stanley’s cold hand on my buttocks, and then he was rubbing his big cock head against the slit of my pussycat, getting everything wet and sticky. Stanley pushed his cock head between my pussy lips a little deeper, and I could feel he was lined up with my little love tunnel. "Oh, god, Stanley! Please go slowly and gently. I’ve never had a big one.” I pleaded before taking a few deep breaths and bracing myself for what was to come.

Stanley began to nudge his cock into me, going slowly and pulling back every so often before pushing it in a little more. He told me when he was just over halfway in and asked me if I wanted the rest of it. My pussycat felt totally stretched, as he was also a lot thicker than any cock I’d had, so he felt like he was in way further. There was no point in asking him to go slower, as I’m sure I’d have asked him to stop when he got so far in. “Oh Stanley, just go for it. Shove it into me.” I asked. Stanley gripped my hips, and I took a deep breath just as he started to push his cock in to the hilt. “Ooooooooooooooooooh Fuck! Aaaaahhhh! God.” I bellowed.

I wasn’t sure Stanley heard my shrieks, but he certainly didn’t take any notice of them as he started pumping his huge cock into me with rapid strokes. My pussycat felt on fire, and I was sure it was on the verge of splitting in two. Stanley’s cock head smashed against my cervix. Over time, he thrust deep, and it felt like his huge cock was going to come out of my tummy. My fingers gripped the edges of his table so hard they hurt, and my knuckles were white.

Stanley continued to pump into me, and I could hear him breathing hard. His boney fingers dug into my flesh as he gripped my hips. He kept thrusting into me with no sign of slowing down, and I loved the feeling of total fullness as he pounded me. I could feel a tingle starting in my stomach, and the fire in my pussyfoot began to spread through my body. Then it happened! Stanley began to moan, and I knew he was on the edge. “Oh no, Stanley. Don’t cum yet. I’m not ready.” I begged. My pleas fell on deaf ears, and Stanley plunged his cock deep into me and began to twitch as torrents of his hot, sticky cum splashed my pussy walls and flowed into my womb.

Stanley jerked a few more times as he moaned and sighed deeply before he finally stopped, and he pulled his cock from inside me. I turned around and saw Stanley flop back into his chair with a big smile on his face. I felt cheated. I’d built myself up for that big cock, and it had all been over in a matter of minutes. I hadn’t even gotten close to having an orgasm. Typical man, I thought. Stanley was clearly happy with his efforts, and judging by the river of cum flowing down my thighs, he had certainly drained his balls. “Oh Stanley, when will you be ready to go again?” I asked.

Stanley looked up at me. “Sorry nursie! Not until tomorrow,” he replied. I grabbed some kitchen paper and wiped myself clean and dry before grabbing the pants I had packed in my bag. I finished dressing and told Stanley I wasn’t happy he came so quickly. He told me he was sorry, but he couldn’t hold back. He promised to make it up to me, and he stood up, went to a drawer in the kitchen, and returned, shoving a wad of cash into the pocket of my uniform. I thanked him but told him I was still angry and felt unsatisfied before I headed out the door. Once home, I lay in bed. I was so angry, I couldn’t even be bothered getting myself off, and I lay there thinking about what to do next and wondering how Stanley would make it up to me.

It had been several days since I had been at Stanley’s, mainly because I had a number of what were called “assessment days” at work where you have to be assessed by conducting some mandatory tasks and are required to get a satisfactory grade before you can move on further in your training. During these days, Sandra had told me she wasn’t going to give me any private work as she didn’t want me tired or distracted from my assessments. I was kind of grateful as it was good to have nothing else to think about, and I was also still a little miffed with Stanley for shooting his load so quickly when he fucked me, as I was really enjoying his big cock and I wanted to get off on it.

After finishing my assessment week, I had a whole weekend off, which didn’t happen very often, and as I was leaving work early Friday afternoon, I saw Sandra. She told me she was glad she caught me, as she wanted to tell me that I had passed all my assessments with flying colors and also that she had spoken to Stanley, and he wanted me to call him as he had a proposal for me that he hoped I would like. “I wonder what that could be.” Sandra asked with a rye smile.

I told her I had no idea, all the while convinced she would see me blushing, but I told her I’d let her know.

I called Stanley as soon as I got home, and he told me again that he was sorry that everything was over so quickly when he had fucked me, and I told him not to worry about it and rather abruptly asked him what the proposal was he had for me. Stanley could tell I wasn’t happy, and he quickly assured me he had a wonderful opportunity for me that didn’t even involve nursing. Stanley told me that when his wife was alive, he used to host poker nights with three other guys, and his wife used to keep everyone supplied with drinks and snacks. Due to his arthritis, he had found it difficult to manage now that his wife was gone, but his poker friends were keen to involve him.

So his proposal was to ask me if I would play hostess for them, and of course they would all pay me. When he told me how much, I almost fell over. It was more than I would have earned doing a full weekend of private nursing work for Sandra, so naturally I jumped at the chance. How hard could it be?” I thought. I agreed to do it, and Stanley told me that he would arrange the event for Saturday evening and asked me if I could arrive at about 7 p.m. and be finished by about midnight.

Saturday evening soon came, and I was busy getting ready for Stanley’s poker night. Even though it was an evening event, it was still very warm, being summertime, so I decided I would wear a little black spaghetti strap dress. I didn’t bother with a bra, as with my tiny breasts, it hardly seemed worth it. I tied my hair up at the back in a plait so it wouldn’t be flicking in anyone’s face as I served drinks and snacks to the guys. I arrived at Stanley’s dead on 7 p.m., and he showed me through to the kitchen. He had lots of cold finger food in the fridge, along with a few packs of beer. A pile of chips and dips sits on the countertop, along with a couple of bottles of whiskey.

Stanley told me the guys would arrive at about 8 p.m. and would bring some beers with them. All I had to do was put their beers in the fridge and offer everyone something. They would chat for a while and then get down to playing cards. Usually they played until about 10 p.m., then had some snacks, which I was to prepare, and they would continue. In between giving drinks, all I had to do was “look good!” were his words before telling me I was already doing that. I blushed a little, and Stanley reinforced his comment about me looking good before he began to rub his crotch.

I could see Stanley was already hard, and then, to my surprise, he said it would be nice if we had a little pre-party fun. I’m not sure if I could focus on poker with a raging hard on.” Now I really blushed and was about to tell him to forget it, but before I could, I felt my mouth salivating and my nipples tingling at the thought of sucking on Stanley’s magnificent cock.

"Oh, god, Stanley! You're terrible!” I said. However, even as I spoke, I was lowering myself to my knees and assuming the position to take Stanley’s cock in my mouth. Stanley released his big, hard cock from his pants and underwear, and it bobbed up and down in front of my face. I couldn’t resist it, quickly grabbing it with a hand, fondling his big balls, and wrapping my lips around his cock head.

Stanley was certainly very aroused, as he was already leaking pre-cum from his piss hole, which I slurped down with excitement, loving the taste. I began to work my lips all the way down his shaft, loving the feel of the big, swollen veins as my lips rolled over them. Just a few minutes was all it took of me to do this until I heard Stanley suck in a big gulp of air, and his cock swelled in my mouth briefly before it erupted, and Stanley stood before me, legs shaking, pumping his load down my throat. Once he had drained his balls, Stanley pulled out his cock and trotted off to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for his guests. I stood up and began to get ready for the arrival of the guests, making sure I had enough clean glasses and bowls for snacks. As I busied myself, I noticed my knees were reddened from where I had been kneeling on the floor, and I hoped none of Stanley’s guests would notice.

A little before 8 p.m., there was a knock on the door, and I went and opened it for Stanley’s guests. The three guys standing there were all smiling as I invited them in, and as they followed me through to the kitchen, I heard one of them say, “Wow! I know Stanley promised us a special treat, but she is very special.” My brain was spinning, and I was wondering what they actually thought I was here for. As we got to the kitchen, Stanley made introductions. The three guys were Al, Jim, and Omar. All were clearly in their sixties and were just average guys, with the only difference between the three of them being that Omar was black.

I got the guys the drinks they wanted and generally hugged around and listened as they chatted about general stuff, often making reference to me and asking Stanley how he knew me. Stanley told the guys that I was one of his private nursing caregivers but added, “She does a lot more for me than just nursing, though. But enough chat. Let's get to the game.”

The guys took their seats and began to play poker. It all seemed very serious at first, but I was told to keep the drinks coming nice and quickly, which I did. After about an hour and a half, the guys took a snack break and all stood around chatting, which was when the evening began to take a slightly different direction. I started to realize most of the chat was either to me or about me, with all the guys making comments to me or to each other regarding my looks. Nothing derogatory; far from it, they were all very complementary, and then, as they realized I wasn’t objecting, their hands began to stray, like giving my bottom a little pat when I handed one of them a drink or giving me a hug, pressing themselves against me, and they were often exchanging quiet words or glances. I knew something was going on and that most of the chat was still about me, and then Stanley announced a comfort break. Stanley went off to the bathroom first, closely followed by Omar, while Al and Jim remained in the kitchen, chatting and, more to the point, flirting with me, telling me I was a very good-looking girl and asking me what else I did for Stanley apart from nursing. I had the feeling Stanley may have told them more than he should have, and I could feel my face blushing.

Stanley came back from the bathroom, smiling and nodding at Al and Jim, who both promptly excused themselves and headed off towards the bathroom. Stanley and I were now alone, and he was still smiling and said, "OK, nursie! You are a big hit with the guys. I know we agreed on a price for this evening, but I have spoken to the guys, and we will quadruple it if you let us all fuck you. Whatdya say?”

I was flummoxed and almost unable to speak but managed to say, “Fuck Stanley, you’re just a bunch of pervy old men who want to treat me like a whore!”

Stanley continued to stare at me and said, "Well, you haven’t said no yet, and I just want to let you know Omar has an amazing cock, and I know he can fuck for hours.”

Stanley was right. I hadn’t said no, and there was a good reason why. I wanted to be fucked and feel like a cheap whore, and the money involved! WOW! Like a week's wages. Plus, my body was reacting to Stanley’s words about Omar having an amazing cock. I’d never had a black man. I stared back at Stanley in stony silence before I finally said, “Where do you want to do it?”

As I finished my sentence, I was suddenly aware that the other three guys had returned to the room. “Right here. Take a seat, and we’ll get started,” I heard one of the other guys say. My mind and body were on autopilot, and I slumped into one of the chairs in which the guys had been sitting while they played poker. Seconds later, I was greeted with the sounds of cheering and the sight of Al and Jim standing before me, waving their semi-hard cocks in my face. Even in their semi-hard state, I could tell they weren’t small but really just about average and were near as big as Stanley’s.

What’s a girl to do? I was already, it seemed, a willing participant in what was, in effect, a gang bang. Another first for me. I’d never even had sex with two guys at the same time, let alone four. I did the only thing I thought I could in the circumstances and gripped both guys cocks, stroking them both several times before taking a deep breath and leaning forward, taking Al’s cock in my mouth. Al’s cock was now totally hard, and it felt nice in my mouth. I was grateful for the fact he wasn’t too large, as I knew Stanley’s cock hurt a little, and after what Stanley had said about Omar, I figured his would too.

Al released his first dribble of pre-cum over my tongue, which tasted nice and sweet, and just when I thought the next dribble would come, Al’s cock was pulled from my mouth and quickly replaced by Jim's, who very unceremoniously thrust his slightly thicker shaft than Al’s into my mouth. My lips stretched a little to accommodate his thicker girth, and his big cockhead filled my mouth. I latched my lips under the ridge of his cock head and sucked hard, being rewarded with several dribbles of precum. As I sucked on Jim’s cock, I opened my eyes, and I could see Stanley and Omar, both stripping off their clothes, which was when I caught my first sight of Omar’s cock. It made Stanley’s look very average. It probably wasn't any longer, but it was almost twice as thick, and his cock head looked like a swollen giant purple plum.

My stomach started to churn at the thought of taking Omar’s cock, but I knew I now had no choice, and then my thought was broken by the sound of Omar saying, “Ok guys, let’s get this hot girl naked.” I was quickly lifted to my feet by Al and Jim, who simultaneously grasped the hem of my dress and lifted it in one swift movement over the top of my head, and I saw it sailing into a heap on the floor in the corner of the room. I was now naked, apart from my white cotton pants, and feeling a little vulnerable, as if things were getting very much out of hand.

No sooner had my dress been removed, I was being half dragged and half lifted onto the table where the guys had been playing and pushed down onto my back. I was crossways on the table, and my head flopped over the edge, which was behind me, and I briefly couldn’t see anyone. However, I felt hands pulling at my pants and a pair of hands lifting my legs by the ankles, so my buttocks briefly went into the air. When I was lowered back down, the table top felt cold against my bare buttocks. “Who’s going first? You Stanley? Omar asked. Stanley surprisingly told the guys that he’d already had me and that they could all go first.

One of the guys needed no second invitation, and seconds later I felt a cock being rubbed up and down my pussy lips, and I lifted my head to see Al standing between my legs smiling. After a few more rubs up and down my pussy lips, he thrust his cock into me and began pumping away. Stanley and Jim moved to either side of me and grabbed my hands, guiding me to their hard cocks and encouraging me to rub them. As I began stroking away, I saw Omar move, so he was standing behind my head, and he pushed it down, so I was again lying with my head flopped over the edge of the table. Omar guided his huge cock head into my mouth and started gently thrusting it in and out, slowly fucking my mouth.

Al’s thrusting got quicker, and I could feel hands—I guessed Jim’s and Stanley's—all over my tiny breasts, tugging at my nipples and making me squeal. As Al sped up even more, I heard Omar say, “Hey man! Don’t go shooting up her pussycat. I ain’t dipping my cock in another guy's cum. Although he had said it for his own benefit, I was still rather thankful, as I hadn’t relished the thought of multiple loads of cum inside me. Almost as soon as Omar had spoken, Al pulled his cock out of me, and I could hear the guys moving around. Al’s cock was quickly replaced by another one, which I guessed was Jim’s as it was much thicker but certainly not as long as Stanley’s.

Jim had to push with quite a bit of force to get his cock inside me, which hurt a little and would probably have made me cry out if my mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of Omar’s big black cock. Once Jim began pumping into me, my pussy seemed to stretch to accommodate his extra girth, and I began to enjoy the feeling of fullness inside me, so much so that my pussy began to tingle with pleasure and I could feel the pre-orgasmic tremors begin to rumble through my body. My nipples were now stinging with excitement, and my pussycat began to feel like it was on fire.

I was struggling to breathe with my head bent backward, and Omar must have sensed what was happening because he pulled his cock from my mouth. I sucked in gasps of air and looked upward at Jim. He had hold of my thighs and was pumping into me with real force. His face was red, and he was breathing hard. For a moment, I thought he was going to cum inside me, although I was past caring as I felt my pussy tighten. I arched my back and shrieked as my orgasm surged through my body. Jim pumped his cock in and out of me a few more times as I bucked and writhed away on the table, eventually pulling out and letting my orgasm ebb away.

I had barely recovered from my orgasm when I looked up and saw Omar standing between my legs. He was stroking his huge cock, smiling, and I knew that, despite the fact that my pussycat had just gushed cum juice, it was going to hurt when he fucked me. I flopped my head back, took a deep breath, and braced myself for what was about to come. I felt Omar pushing his cock between my pussy lips, and seconds later, my pussy stretched around the big head. I felt the ridge entering my love hole, and I expected him to pause, but he didn’t. “Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh God! I gasped as he slid his whole length into me. My pussycat was on fire, feeling like it was going to split in two. I’d never had a feeling like it, and when he started pumping into me, I thought for sure I was going to pass out before he was finished.

As Omar pumped away, I could again feel hands groping my breasts, then my head was pulled backwards a little more, and Stanley was suddenly forcing his cock down my throat. As soon as it went in, my mouth was filled with pre-cum. My mind was spinning. I’d never have dreamed I would be doing such a thing, let alone that I would be enjoying it so much. These four pervy-aged men were using me like a cheap whore, but it turned me on knowing how much they lusted after my slim young body. Stanley was dribbling precum in huge amounts, and seconds later I heard him groaning. His cock swelled in my mouth, and he forced it deep, spurting another load of cum right down my throat, which quickly made its way to my tummy.

Stanley pulled his floppy cock out of my mouth, and I expected it to be quickly replaced by another one, but it wasn't, and I heard one of the other guys exclaim. “Oh shit! I’m going to shoot man.” I looked up just in time to see Al frantically stroking his cock, which was pointed straight at my left breast. Seconds later, he groaned and began squirting his hot, sticky cum all over my breast. Almost simultaneously, Jim groaned and started squirting his cum all over my other breast. I thought they were never going to stop; they mustn't have shot their loads in quite a while. I was literally covered and could even feel their cum running off my breasts and down my sides.

Stanley, Jim, and Al all stepped away, and I could see them wandering across to the fridge, grabbing some beers, and then taking a seat, clearly wanting to watch the action now that they’d all emptied their balls. They began to urge Omar on to fuck me good, and he soon began to be spurred on by their cheering. His thrusts into me got harder, deeper, and quicker; each one felt like a spear going deep into my womb. Omar gripped my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, and started thrusting even harder. The change in position had an amazing effect on my body, and seconds later, a second orgasm rocked my body. As I came, Omar thrust deep and kept his cock buried deeply inside me, my pussy pulsing around it, almost trying to suck out his cum.

As my orgasm ebbed away, I opened my eyes and looked up at Omar. He was looking pretty pleased with himself, and I half wondered if he had shot his load inside me, but I was sure I would have felt it if he had. My question was soon answered when he pulled his cock out of me, and it sprang up towards the ceiling. all shine and get wet from my juices. Omar lifted me up off the table without speaking, spun me around, and pushed me back onto the table again. As my body hit the tabletop, I could feel all the cum on my breasts spreading out, and it felt even stickier.

Omar quickly rammed his huge shaft back into my pussycat and began fucking me even harder than he had before. He pounded me so hard that I gripped the edge of the table and closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain. Omar’s thrusts rocked not only me but also the table, and I could hear poker chips clattering onto the floor as they rolled off. Oooooooh, god, it’s so deep! I wailed. Despite the pain, I found myself begging Omar to fuck me harder and to fill my hole with cum. Omar obliged, fucking me like a man possessed, and once again I felt my pre-orgasmic tremors begin.

My whole body was quivering with sexual arousal. My nipples were so hard, they hurt as they rubbed back and forth on the tabletop. I felt Omar grip my hips in his big hands and begin to pull me backwards every time he thrust forward. Each thrust was accompanied by his hips slapping against my buttocks. My pussycat felt on fire, and the heat began to radiate through my whole body. Omar grabbed my hair and pulled my head back before giving one final thrust, and I felt his huge cock swell inside me. Our orgasm was simultaneous, and we became one bucking and groaning entity for what seemed like an age as Omar pumped me full of his hot cum and my pussy pulsed around his huge cock, sucking every drop from his balls.

I wasn’t sure if I had passed out or just had a complete head fuzz, but when I came to my senses, I was still lying face down on the table, panting hard and sucking in gulps of air. My body was gently quivering in post-orgasmic bliss. I knew Omar no longer had his huge cock up me, and the cool air made my gaping pussycat tingle. I could feel cum dripping down my thighs, and as I pushed myself up a little, it felt like a river of cum gushed from my pussycat. I could hear the four guys chuckling and chatting, making reference to me and calling me a “hot fuck!” I stood up and turned to face them. They were all smiling, and Stanley thrust a beer into my hand. “Here nursie. You look like you need this.”

I gulped the cold beer down and told Stanley I needed to shower. “Yes! You go and shower, then meet us in the bedroom. We will be ready to go again by then.” Omar said with a chuckle.

I dashed off to the shower almost in a panic, and once inside, I stood naked in front of the long mirror on the wall and looked at myself. I could just about make out the shiny areas of sticky skin between my thighs, where cum had dribbled down them; my knees were red, as was the skin of my small tits, all around the nipple areas. As I showered, my nipples stung when the hot, soapy water flowed over them. "Oh, fuck!” I thought to myself. How am I going to get out of this? Did I want to get out of this? I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, accepting my fate.

I crawled out of bed a little after lunch time on the day after Stanley’s poker night, thankful that I wasn’t back at work until the Monday. As I walked to the bathroom my pussy stung and the gusset of my pyjama bottoms was all damp and sticky against my flesh from where cum had leaked of me as I’d slept. I looked in the mirror and saw my hair was a mess and my face was smeared with smudged make up and what looked like dried cum. I looked like I had been royally fucked and that was in fact exactly what had happened to me after the guys let me shower after round one of them all enjoying my body. I had been fucked in every hole, multiple times and as I reflected back on it I wondered how 4 guys in their sixties could have so much sexual stamina and produce so much cum, especially Omar who shot cum like a volcano erupting.

I showered and enjoyed the cleansing feeling of the hot soapy water cascading over my body, even though parts of it, especially my nipples, stung as I washed away the events of the night before. After showering I towelled off and applied lotion to my body, enjoying the soothing feeling it had on parts of me before I lay naked on my bed, with a cool air fan gently blowing over me. I applied a large dollop of lotion to my pussy lips and as I gently massaged it in my mind relived the previous nights events when I had pleasured those dirty old men. How could I have been such a slut? I thought to myself which was when I noticed the huge wad of cash on my bedside table, my payment for the nights fun. I smiled to myself and as my nipples tingled I realised they were getting hard and I was getting aroused just thinking about Omar and Stanley’s huge cocks. I closed my eyes and began to re live the fucking those men had given me as I fingered my pussy some more, intent on getting off.

My self pleasuring was interrupted by the phone ringing and when I answered it I heard a very familiar voice call out “Hello Nursie!”

My god I didn’t even remember giving Stanley my phone number but despite my shock I managed a cheery “Hello Stanley.” Stanley told me he had called to tell me what a great night he and his friends had enjoyed and also to see if I was OK. So he has got some sense of consideration, I thought! Stanley went on to confirm I would still be making my next scheduled nursing appointment at his house which was due on the Tuesday, in two days time. I confirmed I would be there and he then asked me if I could wear my nurses uniform again. My blood ran cold. “You’re not planning another gang bang are you Stanley?” I asked abruptly. Thankfully Stanley assured me he wasn't but admitted he did want me to do something nice which would be worth my while but he didn’t want to go into specifics on the phone.

I told Stanley I would see him on Tuesday but didn’t commit to doing anything other than my nursing duties. I lay back and tried to get back to my self pleasuring but sadly the moment was gone and I couldn’t stop thinking what Stanley may want me to do given almost every visit to Stanley’s was full of surprise. I worked on Monday and Tuesday as usual and saw my matron, Sandra, several times and she didn’t ask or mention anything about Stanley, which surprised me a little but she was all chatty and nice so I didn’t let it worry me. Finally the end of my day came and I slipped a coat on over my uniform and headed off to Stanley’s as planned.

I let myself in to Stanley’s as usual and called out to him. He called back telling me he was in the living room so I headed in and as I entered the room I was a little taken aback. Stanley wasn’t alone, he was sitting on the couch with another gentleman, who I hadn’t seen before and Stanley introduced us telling me the gentleman was his very goof friend JJ and he then explained to JJ that I was his nursing caregiver. JJ looked to be in his late sixties and was very polite as he greeted me with a smile. Stanley then asked me to join them both sitting on the couch. I slipped off my coat and noticed that JJ gave me an admiring glance when he saw I was dressed in my nurse uniform. I sat between them both and we chatted a little, Stanley telling me that JJ had lost his wife several years ago and they had met at the hospital, becoming good friends over the last few years.

After about ten minutes of chatting Stanley suggested we all have some tea and asked me to help him in the kitchen. Once we were in the kitchen Stanley flicked the kettle on and then turned to me asking me what I thought of his friend JJ. I told Stanley I thought he was a very nice man and then I saw Stanley smile which was when the penny dropped and I almost knew where things were heading. My heart began to beat faster and then Stanley came out with what he wanted. My jaw dropped open when Stanley told me that after my performance on Saturday all the guys had chatted and thought it might be nice for them to chip in some cash each and treat JJ to a little session with me where I would give him some “special treatment.”

“Get lost Stanley.” I blurted out. “I’m not a whore.”

“No! Of course not.” Stanley replied before going on to explain that it had been JJ’s seventieth birthday on Sunday and he hadn’t had any female contact since his wife passed away years ago. He also told me that right up to the time his wife had passed away her and JJ had sex almost every day so he really missed it. Finally he added that it was a nice amount of money the guys had chipped in and they had already told JJ about me, telling him I was a hot girl. “You’d be doing him a real favour and earning a little extra.” Stanley said to me with a wicked smile.

I stood there leering at Stanley whilst processing what he had said. I was a nurse, a caring profession. JJ was a nice old man who needed some caring. Plus there is the money. My god! What was I doing? Despite almost every bit of my brain telling me not to the one little bit that was now making my pussy tingle won the battle and I said “Money up front and JUST JJ!” Stanley initially looked a little put out but eventually grinned and agreed before handing me a sizeable wad of cash. Stanley then told me to go to his bedroom and that he would tell JJ what had been arranged and send him in.

I headed into the bedroom and decided to quickly remove my bra and panties before JJ came in. I wanted things to be over with as quickly as possible so didn’t want this old man fumbling around with my underwear but I still wanted him to work a little. I’d just sat down on the bed when a rather nervous looking JJ walked in, probably still trying to take in what was about to happen. I ushered him to come and sit on the bed beside me and took his hand before looking him in the eye and saying “You’re a very lucky guy with some generous friends JJ.” What would you like.

He looked me up and down before saying. “I’d like you to strip for me.” I stood up and faced JJ, took a deep breath, smiled and began popping the metal fasteners on my uniform. I could see JJ rubbing his crotch and licking his lips as he watched me and his mouth fell open wide when he realise I had no underwear on. Seconds later I was standing butt naked in front of this grey haired old man whom looked like he was about to cum in his pants.

“Are you excited JJ?” I asked him. JJ nodded and I asked him to show me the effect I was having on him. JJ nervously fumbled with his pants zipper and button before frantically pulling them down, along with his underwear. JJ’s cock sprang up and I had to admit it was quite impressive. It wasn’t overly long at about seven inches but it was nice and thick. The big head was fully exposed and I could see he was already dribbling pre cum.

“Oooooooh!” I crooned. “What would you like me to do JJ?”

“Erm! Suck me!” JJ replied with a quivering voice. I slowly moved forwards and knelt on the floor, between JJ’s legs, until his cock was in front of my face. I wrapped a hand around it and spent a few seconds admiring it. The thick shaft with a nest of curly grey pubes at the base and how saggy his ball bag was, hanging down almost to his bum hole. His big round balls twitched as I stroked his shaft. The steady flow of pre cum leaking from his big piss hole had my mouth salivating and I leant forward to lick it. JJ’s pre cum tasted so sweet and my taste buds tingled as it flowed across my tongue.

I kept my eyes open and looked at JJ as I swirled my tongue all around his cock head, flickering it across the tip, lapping up his pre cum. JJ had a look of sheer bliss on his face and I wanted to please him. I gently kissed the tip of his cock, spreading his pre cum across my lips then opened my mouth. I hovered briefly, my hot breath rushing across JJ’s cock. I smiled as he looked down at me. His body trembling and his cock twitching in anticipation. Finally I wrapped my lips around his big cock head and began to take his shaft into my mouth. “Ooooooooh! God! Oooooh my!” JJ groaned as I sank down on his shaft.

Each time I sank down onto JJ’s thick shaft he spurted pre cum, which made my mouth tingle and salivate. His shaft was quickly soaking and sticky with pre cum and my saliva. “Oh my god your mouth feels like a wet pussy!” JJ exclaimed as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. His flow of pre cum suddenly stopped and I felt his big cock head swell. My tongue teased his piss hole which had grown wider and I new he was on the edge. “Ohhhh fuck I, I, I’m gonna cum.” JJ groaned.

I clamped my lips under the ridge of his cock head as it swelled so much it almost filled my mouth and stretched my lips to their limit. “Oooooooh Fuck Yessssssssss!” JJ yelled as his cock erupted in my mouth. JJ’s body bucked and squirmed as he let out grunt after grunt, each grunt matched with a spurt of hot salty cum filling my mouth. JJ mustn't have cum for months and the volume of cum almost made me choke. I had to swallow 3 or four times before finally the spurting stopped. JJ began to relax and I gently sucked every drop from him as he let out a series of gentle gasps and groans. Finally as JJ’s cock began to soften I let it slip from my mouth, opened my eyes, looked up at him and smiled.

JJ looked down at me. “Holy fuck! You're amazing. Thank you.” JJ said, almost in a whimper. I smiled at him and he asked me to lay beside him on the bed. As I did he looked into my eyes and said “I really want to fuck you! Can I?

I wondered how long it would be until JJ was ready to go again and worried it may be a while but I had been well paid to satisfy this old mans desires so I looked at him and said “Of course you can sweetie. What can I do to get you up again?”

JJ looked at me and told me he thought I had a sexy body and he wanted to feel it and lick and suck it all over. I lay back, closed my wyes and said “Go for it. I’m all yours baby.” JJ immediately began to feel my breasts, telling me they were really nice. Again it amazed me that so many men had praised my small breasts and as JJ fondled them my nipples swelled and began to tingle JJ raised himself up and knelt between my legs, pushing them apart before he leant forward and began to massage my breasts and gently pinch ant tug on my swollen nipples. A few moments later he lowered his head and began sucking on my nipples, really hard, so hard they stung and I let out little gasps.

JJ didn’t hang around, he was clearly keen to move things along and he began licking and sucking every inch of my body, his tongue flickering like a snake’s over its prey, as he went. He slowly worked his way down my body and began licking and kissing the inside of my thighs. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips every so often as he moved and my pussy lips began to throb. I knew I was wet long before JJ’s mouth settled on mu pussy and as he slowly ran his tongue up my pussy slit I was sure I totally gushed.

JJ lapped away at my pussy juice and he stuck a finger inside me, massaging the inner walls of my love tunnel as his snake like tongue flicked over my swollen love bud. “ooooooh fuck JJ! Thats good.” I moaned. My moaning spurred JJ on and he began to treat my pussy like no man had ever done. WOW! He was skilled in the art of cunnilingus. At one point I thought his tongue must have been six inches long as it snaked it’s way deep into my soaking love tunnel, teasing my g spot.

As JJ fingered, rubbed, licked and sucked my pussy and clit I felt my pre orgasmic tremors begin. The heat in my pussy burned and began to spread through my body. I lifted my head and looked down to see the top of JJ’s grey head frantically moving back and forth. I saw the flesh of my small breasts was beginning to flush and my nipples were rock hard. I raised my hands to my own breasts and clamped a finger and thumb around both nipples.

My pussy began to spasm and contract around JJ’s fingers as he furiously fingered me and he must have sensed I was on the edge. “Oh baby, That's it. Cum for JJ.” he growled at me.

His working over of my pussy increased in pace and intensity and I felt my body begin to shake. “Oh jesus! JJ! Oooooh! Yes! Yes! Yes. I, I, I’m aaaahhhh. I’m gonna cum. I clamped my nipples hard, my back arched. JJ clamped his lips on my love bud and sucked hard. He rammed a finger deep. “Oooooooooooooooo Fuck! Yesssssss!”. I screamed as a huge orgasm surged through my body. “Holy fuck” I bellowed as I bucked and squirmed away with JJ’s mouth still clamped on my clit, for what seemed an age until finally he released me and after a few more seconds my orgasm began to ebb away and my body relaxed.

I lay on my back, panting heavily, my head spinning. I opened my eyes and my vision was still fuzzy. As it cleared I could se JJ’s face, he was smiling and his mouth and chin were glistening with my love juice. “Oh fuck yeah.” That’s got me ready to go.” he said. I looked down and saw he was frantically stroking his cock, which was now fully hard again.

I didn’t even have time to say anything before he was rubbing his cock against my love slit and I felt him pushing forwards. “Ooooh, go slow, I’m still tight from my orgasm.” I asked. My plea fell on deaf ears. “Aaaaargggghhh Oooowwww. Fuck!” I squealed as JJ rammed his thick shaft right into my tight love hole. No sooner had JJ bottomed out he was pulling back and re thrusting into me. My pussy felt like it was going to split. “Oooooohhh JJ it hurts honey.” I wailed. But again my pleas fell on deaf ears and JJ began fucking me with the intensity of a jackhammer.

My love juices gushed and now JJ’s cock felt amazing as he ploughed my pussy hard and fast. He wasn’t going long before I felt another orgasm building, I don’t think the first had truly finished before JJ had penetrated me. I recalled how quick he had cum in my mouth and hoped he would last longer but I wanted to make sure I got off on JJ’s cock. I grabbed his buttocks, digging my nails in to his flesh and pushed down with my feet on the mattress, raising my pelvis so JJ’s thrusts ground against my clit. JJ was breathing hard, he was close himself but so was I. “Ohhh Yes! Come on JJ. Make me cum. Fuck me with your fat cock!” I wailed as JJ’s thrusts got harder and deeper. Seconds later we were there! Amazingly we both peaked and became a bucking, gasping entity, locked together in our mutual orgasm’s.

Our bodies relaxed and I felt JJ’s full weight on top of me. I groaned that I could hardly breathe and felt JJ push himself up on his arms. His soft cock slipped from my pussy, followed by a river of our mixed cum juice, it felt warm and sticky as it flowed down towards my bum hole. “Fuck! That was amazing.” JJ whispered in my ear before pushing himself off me and standing up off the bed. As his weight came off my chest my lungs expanded, sucking in the air. I had a total head rush and felt like I couldn’t move so I just lay there, perspiring and panting, feeling the wet patch beneath me on the bed spreading out as cum leaked from my pussy.

I was in a total daze. JJ had made me cum twice, something which not many men my own age I’d been with had done and my mind was still processing the events when I heard a familiar voice. “Told you she was fuckin hot didn’t I?” It was Stanley. What the fuck! I opened my eyes and Stanley was standing next to JJ. He was naked and stroking his big ten inch cock and grinning.

“You’ve come round, have you nursie? Have you? Are you ready for my big cock as well?” Stanley muttered at me in a very begging voice. “After all It was old Stanley who set you up and you looked like you enjoyed it as much as JJ.” He added.

I wanted to say no but he was kind of right. Plus although I had cum twice I was still so horny. Without even thinking the words just came out. “Ok Stanley! Give me your big cock!” I breathlessly murmured. Stanley wasted no time at all and, although his cock was a lot bigger than JJ’s he slid it into me in one thrust, helped no doubt by the fact I was well lubed up with cum and my own juice. Never the less it still hurt a little and made me yelp a little.

“Oh that’s what I like to hear! My little slut nurse squealing with pleasure.” Stanley growled as he began to fuck me in a similar manner to what JJ had done. I began to gasp each time Stanley thrust into me but after a couple of minutes he was going so fast my gasps became one long groan and I really did just lay there and think of the money whilst Stanley roughly fucked me which was all a real surprise because the bastard told me he had bad arms the first time he fucked me and made me get on top and despite my predicament I made a mental note to bring that up with him.

Stanley soon began to gasp and breath heavily and I knew he was close as I knew Stanley couldn’t last long before he shot his load. For his grand finale Stanley pushed himself up a little and placed his hands on my breasts, squeezing them really hard. Stanley tugged on my nipples as he rocked back and forth and thankfully after another half dozen thrusts he grimaced and shook as he came inside me. Stanley flopped forwards and I could feel his cock pumping cum into me as his weight pushed the air from my lungs.

Finally Stanley climbed off and told me I could shower. Then he and JJ headed off out the door. I showered and cleaned myself up, feeling pretty sick at what I had just done, then once dressed I met Stanley back in his lounge. JJ had already left but Stanley told me he had enjoyed it and would like another go if I was willing. I shook my head and leered at him. “Seriously nursie, I have loads of old friends would pay a pretty penny to fuck you. I could make you rich, as long as there was a little free sex in it for me.” He said to me, chuckling.

I shook my head in disbelief and headed for the door. “No fucking way!” I hollered.

“Think about it nursie.” Stanley hollered back as the door slammed behind me.

I got through the next couple of days trying not to think about the words Stanley had said to me as I’d left his house after having paid sex with his equally old friend JJ, when he had told me he had lots of friends who would pay a pretty penny to fuck me. Unfortunately, whether I liked it or not, I had to return to Stanley’s that day as it was a scheduled nursing care visit, and I didn’t want to annoy my boss Sandra, but I told her I couldn’t go and even more so, I told her the reason why. As I approached Stanley’s house, I was trying to remain calm and going through how I would explain to him that all the sex stuff had to stop.

I let myself in as normal and called out to Stanley, who called back, telling me he was in the lounge. Stanley was sitting in a chair in a pair of Y front underpants and a white vest, drinking tea and smiling. He was very chatty and asked how I was before discussing what his nursing and care needs were that day, which included some washing of his feet and legs and trimming of his toe nails. He also asked me if I could put clean bedding on for him, as he had taken the old stuff off for laundry, but he struggled to remake the bed. I set about my nursing duties, and Stanley behaved like a real gentleman. I felt quite relieved and actually thought he must have taken my response at basically being asked to be a whore at face value, realizing I was upset and was letting the matter lie.

After I’d finished my nursing duties, including putting clean white sheets and covers on his bed, Stanley offered me some tea in the kitchen. I initially declined, thinking I needed to get out of there quickly now that everything had gone well, but he seemed rather insistent, even telling me he would make it for me, so in the end I accepted. Stanley and I sat drinking tea for about fifteen minutes, still chatting about everyday things, with no mention of me having sex again with him or any of his old friends. I thanked him for the tea and was about to leave when the doorbell rang. Stanley asked me if I could answer it, as he was still in his vest and underwear.

I obliged him and went to answer the door. When I opened it, my heart started to race, and I stared out a little speechless and open-mouthed. Standing before me was Omar, Stanley’s large black friend, who had fucked me to multiple orgasms a couple of weeks earlier with his huge black cock. He was accompanied by an equally large black man, whom I hadn’t seen before. "Hello, my favorite little white nurse.” Omar said, smiling, “This is my very good friend, Tex." Almost before I had a chance to register what Omar had said, he and Tex had brushed past me and wandered into the kitchen to find Stanley. I’m still not sure why, but I closed the door and followed them.

When I joined the three guys in the kitchen, they were all smiling and looking at me, especially Tex, who was looking me up and down with a glint in his eye, which made me a little nervous but also sent a tingle of excitement through my body. “Told you she was a real hot girl,” Omar said to his friend Tex, laughing.

“She sure is,” Tex replied. As Tex continued to look at me, Stanley began to explain that he had been serious a few days earlier when he’d told me he knew lots of older men who would pay to fuck me, and in order to convince me, he’d invited Omar, whom Stanley knew I’d loved being fucked by, and asked him to bring along a new friend, Tex. Stanley then asked the two guys how much they would pay to fuck me there and then. I initially wanted to scream, telling them all to fuck off, but before I did, Tex blurted out a number that stopped me in my tracks.

“My god, they're fucking serious,” I thought as the amount of money Tex had mentioned registered properly in my brain. I had indeed loved being fucked by Omar and wondered if his friend Tex was in the same ballpark when it came to cock size and endurance. I could feel my pussycat getting moist at the very thought of those two big black men fucking me for money. I still wasn’t sold on it and hadn’t said anything when Stanley chirped, “I promise I’ll keep it out of the way. It would just be you and the two black guys.”

My god. I was being offered this proposition, and I wouldn’t even have to serve Stanley for free, as he’d mentioned a few days ago. “I. Erm! I guess it would be quite nice.” I found myself muttering. Almost before I’d finished saying those words, Omar had a hold of me by the hand and was leading me off towards Stanley’s bedroom. I suddenly found myself standing between Omar and Tex, who were pulling at my clothing and stripping me, and after only about a minute, I was totally naked.

Omar and Tex were rubbing their big hands all over me and seemed to be in perfect sync, squeezing my buttocks, sucking on my nipples, and taking it in turns to rub their fingers over my pubic mound, occasionally probing a big finger into the slit of my pussycat. I could feel I was already wet, probably more in anticipation of what was about to come than what the guys had done to me so far. My nipples were tingling, and my insides were trembling.

The two guys eased me backwards a little, and the back of my legs touched the bed. I instinctively sat down. Tex and Omar unzipped their pants and pulled them down before also pulling down their boxers, freeing their cocks. I already knew Omar had a huge cock, and while I’d watched them unzipping, I’d found myself thinking, even hoping, that Tex was equally well endowed. I wasn’t disappointed; even though both guys weren’t yet fully hard, I could see they were both about the same size, with Tex being a little thicker but a little shorter than Omar.

The guys stood close to me; their cocks were in front of my face, and instinctively, I lifted a hand to each of them. I began to stroke them firmly and slowly. My mouth was salivating as I felt the blood pumping into them through big veins, swelling then to full hardness. Both guys were fiddling with their clothing and soon stood before me fully naked, their rock-hard cocks sticking out and pointing at my face. I couldn’t hold back any longer and leant my head forward, gently kissing the tips of them both in turn, then licking both cock heads before finally wrapping my lips around the big purple head of Tex’s cock.

“Ooooh! Fuck! Yeah, man, you were right; this girl sure knows her way around a cock.” Tex groaned as I began to take his shaft deeper into my mouth. I sucked on Tex’s cock for a few minutes while I continued to stroke Omar’s throbbing shaft, and soon I was rewarded with the first trickle of pre-cum leaking from Tex’s cock, coating my tongue. I moaned with joy as the sweet liquid swirled around my mouth, and my tongue darted snake-like into his huge piss hole, lapping away at the sweet nectar flowing out. Omar heard me moaning and must have guessed I was enjoying Tex’s pre-cum because he grabbed my head and pulled it towards his cock just as a huge blob of premium oozed from the tip.

I greedily sucked up the pre-cum from Omar’s cock before I began to alternate between both cocks, taking them as deep as I could before sucking hard on the head. The two guys were leaking so much that I thought I would be in danger of drowning. I continued on, sucking on their cocks and flicking my tongue over their heads and into their piss holes, which seemed to be getting ever bigger as their cocks continued to swell even more. I was moaning with bliss, and I could hear both guys gently groaning and talking about what a good little sucker I was. The sound of them praising my talents turned me on, and I began to hope it wouldn’t be long before I felt both their huge cocks inside my pussycat.

I didn’t have to wait long before my desires came true. The two guys practically picked me up and hoisted me fully onto the bed, dropping me on my back. Omar knelt between my legs, and Tex knelt with his knees either side of my head, practically straddling my face, his huge balls dangling an inch or so above my mouth. I could feel Omar rubbing his huge cock against my pussycat, and once again, with Omar, there wasn’t a lot of preamble. He pushed his cock head hard against my love hole, and such was my desire and state of arousal that there was no resistance. “Ooooooohhh! Fuck!” I groaned as Omar speared me with his huge black cock, ramming it fully home in one thrust.

Omar began to fuck me, and Tex lowered his huge balls, urging me to suck on them. They were so big that I could only suck and lick one at a time, and they pulsed as I teased them. Omar was fucking me hard, and my pussycat was now beyond tingling; it was positively throbbing with sheer lust. The tremors are radiating through my body. I could feel my chest and face beginning to flush, and then Tex grabbed my nipples, pinching and pulling on them. It was all too much, and my orgasm went off like a firecracker exploding deep inside me. I would have shrieked, but Tex had his huge balls stuffed into my mouth, muffling any noise I could make.

Omar kept his huge cock deep inside me while I rode my orgasmic wave, my pussy pulsing on his cock. When I finally began to relax, he pulled out, and his big sticky cock sprang up, all soaked in my cumin juice. Tex and Omar lifted me up off the bed and flipped me over, so I was resting on the bed on my hands and knees. Omar came around and knelt in front of my face, letting his sticky cock rest against my lips. I sucked his head, and as he began to slide it into me, the taste of my own cum made my body quiver with delight.

I could feel Tex touching my buttocks, spreading them slightly, and then he ran his fingers down my pussycat slit. He inserted his cock head between my lips, and the tip hovered at the entrance to my love hole. He pushed, and my pussycat, which had contracted during my orgasm, resisted. Tex pushed harder, and I felt my outer lips stretching and beginning to hurt. Tex seemed a lot thicker than Omar at that moment, and I wasn’t sure he would be able to properly penetrate me, but I was proved wrong, and with a pop and a huge groan from me, his cock head entered my love hole.

My pussy tightened around this huge invader as Tex continued the march of his cock head towards my cervix. “Ooooooooooohhhhhhh! Oooooooowwwww! God Yesssssssss!” I moaned as Tex forced his way inside me until finally his very thick cock was wedged deep inside my pussycat and his hips were pressed against my buttocks. Almost as soon as Tex had slid all of his cock into me, stretching my pussycat wide, Omar forced his own cock deep into my throat, making me gag, holding it there while saliva built up and flowed down his shaft, running out onto my chin.

Then they started! Omar and Tex began to fuck me from both ends, simultaneously thrusting their big cocks into my mouth and pussy, both my holes being stretched to the limit, my pussy throbbing and pulsing around Tex’s thick cock, and my gag reflex firing out bucket loads of spittle. I felt like such a whore, and as I took both of their cocks, I closed my eyes and pictured the scene in my head: a young white girl being spit-roasted by two big black men, getting her mouth and pussyfooted hard. The vision had my mind spinning, and my whole body started to tingle and throb. I could feel the heat in my pussycat rising and my face flushing as I struggled to breathe. Then it happened! I came so hard I almost passed out.

I was vaguely aware of Omar and Tex pulling their cocks from me midway through my orgasm, and when my head began to clear, I became aware they had swapped places. Omar already had his cock in my pussycat, which felt extra tight as I had just cum, and Tex was teasing my lips with his cock that now tasted of my cum juice. Tex began to slide his cock into my mouth, and I sucked greedily, savoring the taste of myself and loving how Tex teased the back of my throat with his fat cock that was really stretching my lips.

I had no idea how long my spit roasting from Omar and Tex lasted. It seemed an age filled with multiple orgasms; their staying power was quite remarkable, so much so that my pussycat was getting really sore, and I felt I would soon have to ask them to stop. Almost as if they had read my mind, they both pulled their cocks from me and manhandled me onto my back. They knelt on the bed, either side of me, and began to jack off their huge cocks, rubbing the tips against my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in anticipation of what was to come, while I squeezed my own small tits and pinched my hard nipples. Then I felt it—jets of hot, sticky cum—spitting into my mouth, all over my face, and onto my little tits. It felt like there were gallons of it, and I greedily swallowed it and rubbed it all over me.

Once the cum shower had stopped, I heard Omar and Tex climb off the bed and begin dressing. They chatted between themselves about what a good little whore I was and how next time they would fill my pussycat. Tex even commented that he’d like to fill my ass, which sent a shiver down my spine, given the thickness of his cock. I heard more talking, a third voice, Stanley asking the guys if they had enjoyed me. They told him I was amazing and that they would love to take me home sometime to meet some more of their friends, the thought of which almost made me cry again.

I heard a little more talk as I lay there on the bed, reveling in the feeling of their cum all over me and inside my belly, and then I heard the front door slam. After another minute, I gathered myself together, wiped my eyes, opened them, and sat up. Stanley was standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at me. “Did you like that, Nursie?” he asked me. “The guys did look,” he said, pointing at the bedside table. I looked and saw a huge wad of cash sitting there—my payment for being a whore. Stanley chuckled before telling me that he could see to it that I had earned plenty more cash than I had just done. The thought of it excited me—getting paid to fuck and, what's more, enjoying it too.

I knew I was hooked, but what about Stanley? He was standing there in his vest and underpants with his big cock hard and poking out. He had mentioned wanting free sex thrown into the deal, but he wasn’t really a good fuck and shot his load far too quickly. I considered my next move. I’d already had several orgasms, and my pussycat was a little sore. I rolled over and shuffled backwards, so I was at the end of the bed, my ass facing Stanley. I spread my legs wide and said, "OK, Stanley. I’m in. Come and fuck me!”

Dear Readers,

Sadly, this chapter closes the story, although it may have a twist you weren't expecting. I have enjoyed writing it and thinking about my days as a young student nurse. I hope it has aroused you as much as it has aroused me. Sarah. xxx

It had been a few months since the day I let Omar and Tex fuck me for money at Stanley’s house, after which, out of sympathy, I also let Stanley himself fuck me for free; after all, he had arranged the very well-paying event. Following that day, I had taken Stanley up on his offer of allowing him to pimp me out to his friends, most of whom were all well over sixty. However, I was surprised at how much vigor many of them had in the bedroom department, and apart from the odd exception, I always finished a session with them feeling satisfied physically and very well rewarded financially, especially when I agreed to do some of the rather more perverse things a couple of the dirty old cunts asked of me. As well as servicing many of Stanley’s friends, Omar had arranged for me to be the evening's entertainment for him and several of his black friends on a few occasions too. Oh, how I loved those nights with several black men ramming their huge cocks into every hole.

Work was also going well, and I was now almost at the end of my nursing training, under the guidance of my matron Sandra, who was also providing me with plenty of private work, so between what I was making from that and the cash I was making from my other activities, I was taking care of Stanley. I had saved enough to upgrade my car, something that several of my colleagues and, in fact, Sandra herself noticed. Sandra commented about my new car and asked to have a look at it. After talking to me for a few minutes, Sandra mentioned that she needed to speak to me about the private work I had been doing for her and also about the completion of my nursing training and her final sign-off assessment report. She added that, as she shouldn’t be discussing private work during hospital time, she felt it would be better if I came to her house one evening to go through everything.

I agreed, and a couple of days later I found myself knocking on Sandra’s door, all ready for my meeting with her, confident that all was surely well; otherwise, she wouldn’t be conducting the interview process at her house. My confidence was further boosted when, once inside, Sandra offered me a glass of wine. We sat and chatted whilst drinking wine—quite a lot of it, as it happens—mostly about non-work stuff like her asking me how my mother was if I had holiday plans, and so forth. The wine had gone down quite well, although it seemed I’d drank most of it, and I felt a little lightheaded when Sandra suddenly announced that we needed to get down to business.

“Sarah!” Sandra said, looking at me. “Whilst your training has gone very well and I have been impressed with both your efforts at the hospital and also your private work, Stanley has brought something to my attention, making me aware that you have been rather a naughty nurse over the last few months.”

My heart began to race, and I suddenly felt my face flushing. “My god! What does she know? How much has Stanley told her?” I thought to myself. As I processed her words and racked my brain to think of my response, Sandra continued by telling me I had nothing to worry about and that I would qualify as a nurse. She also told me she would keep me updated on the private work, but there was a condition attached. I breathed heavily, and with a lump in my throat, I asked her what the condition was. Sandra stood and asked me to stand too.

We were now face-to-face less than an arm's length apart. Sandra looked at me and raised her hand to my face. She gently stroked my cheek before she told me that it was only fair that she got to enjoy the same pleasure that Stanley and all his friends had enjoyed and rewarded me for, as if it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t have gotten such a good opportunity. I looked at her and asked her what she meant by enjoying the same pleasure, which was when Sandra stepped close to me, her face almost touching mine, and our eyes locked on to one another. “You’re beautiful, and I want you,” Sandra said just before she planted a kiss fully on my lips.

My initial reaction was to flinch and pull my head away. Although I’d kissed a girl before, fooling around, this was different. Sandra was a mature older woman who now seemed intent on seducing me and, if I was reading the situation right, having full-on sex. However, Sandra gently held my face between her hands and continued to kiss me. I had to admit, her lips were full and soft, and I quite liked the kiss. Seconds later, Sandra’s tongue snaked into my mouth, and as I felt the tip of it touch my tongue, I instinctively allowed them to twine around each other, and we were soon kissing passionately in a close embrace.

Sandra broke off the kiss and asked me if I was okay with things progressing. I wanted to say no, but I was in a quandary. If I didn’t go along with her desires, she could ruin my career, besides which I had enjoyed the kiss. I, like everyone else at the hospital, had always had Sandra down as being a mature spinster who had been far too caught up in her work to have time for a husband and had just stayed single. However, the way she kissed me led me to think perhaps she wasn’t married because she was a lesbian. I felt I was too deep to refuse, and I was also intrigued about what sex with a lesbian would be like. I nodded quietly, and Sandra took me by the hand and began leading me through her bedroom.

When we got into her bedroom, we stood at the foot of the bed and kissed again. As we kissed, Sandra began to caress my body, and after a couple of minutes, she began to undress me. As she slowly removed my clothes, she commented on my body and how attractive I was, telling me I had lovely, firm breasts and firm little buttocks. As she spoke, I could feel my insides tingling and my legs shaking. I had no idea what to do and just passively let my 50-year-old female boss strip me naked.

Once I was naked, Sandra took a step back and looked me up and down, admiring my body, licking her lips, and smiling. “Lay down on the bed for me, sweetie.” She softly said,

As I lay back, Sandra began to undress; soon she was only in her underwear, and I saw the shape of her body. Sandra was a largish lady with chunky legs and broad hips, and she had a little pot belly. Her breasts, even in her bra, looked very large, although I guess most people's breasts looked large compared to my own, which didn’t even fill a B cup properly. When Sandra removed her bra and let it fall to the floor, I saw just how large her breasts were. They were full and round, quite firm, and not too saggy for their size and her age. She had very large areolas and long, thick nipples that were dark and hard. My gaze was fixed on Sandra’s large breasts, which swung from side to side as she leaned forward to remove her pants, and when she stood, I was surprised to see that, unlike mine and probably all my friends, her pussy wasn’t shaved. Sandra had a perfectly large triangle of trimmed dark hair covering her pubic mound.

My eyes were fixed on Sandra’s body as she shuffled forward onto the bed, slowly moving between my legs and continuing upwards until she was leaning on her hands, on either side of me. Sandra was looking into my eyes; her large breasts were hanging down, and her nipples were brushing against my breasts. She smiled before leaning forward and kissing me, forcing her tongue into my mouth with her full, soft lips pressed against mine. My heart began to race, and my hands instinctively began to caress my new female lover's soft skin. Sandra broke off the kiss after a minute or two and shuffled further up the bed. She adjusted her legs so one of her thighs was against my pubic mount and one of mine against hers.

Sandra’s new position now meant her big breasts were dangling above my face, her big, long nipples hard and inviting. Sandra must have read my mind and said, "Come on, sweetie, suck Sandra’s nipples like a good girl.” I couldn’t resist and lifted my head a little, clamping one of Sandra’s hard nipples between my lips. I could almost feel it throbbing and tingling as I sucked on it hard. Sandra encouraged me to suck harder than I was and also to alternate between both her nipples. As I sucked, I began to squeeze her large breasts. They felt amazing—so heavy and full—a total contrast to my small breasts.

As I sucked on Sandra’s nipples, she ground her pubic mound against my thigh, and I could feel her wetness flowing out of her pussyfoot, coating my skin. The more Sandra rocked, the harder I sucked on her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Sandra began to breathe a little faster and moaned a little louder as her arousal grew. I loved the feeling of Sandra’s breasts and she pussyfoot rubbing against my leg. Her pussyfoot felt soaking, and I began to think she was going to get herself off, but suddenly she stopped, took a deep breath, and knelt up.

Sandra looked down at me and smiled. “There will be plenty of time for me to cuddle, sweetie. Now, let's take care of you,” she said to me before she once again kissed me and began to kiss my neck as she started to rub her firm, but soft, hands over my breasts. My nipples were tingling at Sandra’s touch, and then she began working her way down my body with her mouth, her soft lips and tongue teasing me. She flicked my nipples with her tongue before sucking on them hard. I moaned, sighed, and writhed with bliss as Sandra covered every inch of my body with her soft mouth until finally, she lay between my legs, her head hovering over my pussy, and I could feel her hot breath on my pussy lips.

Sandra began to tease my pussy lips with the tip of her tongue, and my insides were instantly throbbing. She licked me like I had never been licked before, and I knew I wouldn’t last long until I came. Sandra slowly inserted two fingers into my pussycat as she continued to lick me. I was so wet that her fingers slipped straight in and began to probe around, teasing my insides. I could feel my pussycat contracting around Sandra’s fingers, almost trying to suck them in deeper. Sandra’s fingers seemed so long and flexible as they probed my insides and touched me like I’d never been touched before, sending sexual shock waves through my whole body.

My body briefly went limp, as I had submitted to my lesbian lover, and she could do whatever she wanted to me. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted. I was hers. If this was lesbianism, I was loving it. Sandra clamped my swollen clitoral area between her lips and sucked hard, instantly sending tremors through me, and my whole body began to tense with sexual excitement. My pussycat spasmed and clamped around her fingers as they rubbed me hard. I knew this was it. I breathed deeply and rapidly, my back arched, and I felt my face flushing as the fire in my pussycat radiated through my whole body. I shook as I came hard. My body seemed to shudder for ages before I finally felt Sandra’s fingers leave my throbbing pussy, and I lay there gently panting as I began to relax.

After a couple of minutes, Sandra had moved and was lying beside me. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my arm. "OK, sweetie?” she whispered in my ear. I sighed and acknowledged that I was, and I saw Sandra’s face come into focus. She smiled and began to kiss me. The taste of my cum on her lips made my body tingle all over again, and I wanted more with my lesbian lover. “My turn, sweetie,” Sandra whispered in my ear before she lay on her back and pulled my head towards her breast. I knew what she wanted, and I knew that I wanted to do it.

I leaned my head forward and clamped my lips onto one of Sandra’s huge nipples. She moaned as I sucked it, and I shuffled my body up off the bed and moved so I was now lying on top of Sandra, my legs between hers, one of my hands needing her large breast while I sucked on each of her nipples in turn. I loved the feel of Sandra’s large fleshy breasts, so much bigger than mine, and I needed them both as I sucked on her nipples for several minutes. Although I was enjoying what I was doing, I was nervous and new to sex with a woman, and Sandra sensed my inexperience and nervousness. She gently caressed my head and told me she loved the feel of my soft mouth on her body. Then she began to gently push my head down her torso, guiding me towards her pussycat.

I nervously worked my way down Sandra’s body, kissing and feeling her fleshy torso as I went, until finally, I was lying between her legs, staring at her swollen pussy lips, which were just below her perfectly coiffured triangle of dark pubic hair. Her actual pussy lips were smooth, and I could see them pulsing slightly. My heart was beating; I was so nervous and wondered if I could lick another woman’s pussycat. “Come on, sweetie, lick it for me.” Sandra softly said as she put a hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to lick her pussycat.

I leaned my head forward and tentatively stuck my tongue between her soft, plump pussy lips. As soon as her pussy juice hit my tongue, it sent a tingle right through my taste buds and into my body. Just that one taste of Sandra’s sweet nectar and I was hooked. Her juices flowed, covering my lips and chin, and the scent of her sex rushed up my nose. I probed my tongue deeper and pressed my lips against her pussy lips, almost like I was passionately kissing someone, my tongue probing deep into the soft, warm hole. Sandra groaned and began to rock her hips as I liked, kissing and sucking on her pussycat.

Although I was new to this, I was loving it, and clearly, my actions were having the desired effect on Sandra. She was squirming and groaning with sexual joy. I briefly looked up and saw her amazingly large breasts wobbling and swaying as she writhed around. I couldn't resist; I reached my hands up and squeezed them. “Oooooh Sweetie! Yes! Pull my nipples.” Sandra said it in a firm tone. I complied and gripped her nipples hard, squeezing them as she moaned even louder.

Sandra was rocking her pelvis so hard that her pubic mound was almost bruising my top lip, but I kept my mouth clamped firmly on her swollen clitoral area as she writhed beneath me. I could hear her gasping and breathing rapidly, letting out little moans, "Ooooh, yes! Oooh, fuck, sweetie, do it! Ohhh yes! Oh god!” Sandra lifted her legs a little before bending them at the knee and planting her feet flat on the mattress. She arched her back and lifted her pelvis before she grasped a handful of my hair. She ground my mouth against her clitoral area, and I squeezed her nipples hard.

Sandra grunted and then shrieked as she began to orgasm. Her first orgasmic jolt knocked my head back a few inches, and then a hot spurt of her cumin juice hit me in the face. I was shocked and tried to pull away, but Sandra kept hold of my head. Her body spasmed several times, each one accompanied by a spurt of her cum. As I gasped, it filled my mouth, and I had to swallow the sweet-tasting juice, which flowed like honey to my stomach. Finally, Sandra began to relax. She let go of my hair and flopped down onto the bed, breathing hard. She grabbed hold of me and pulled me onto her. "Ok, fuck, sweetie.” She moaned as we kissed and embraced each other.

Several minutes after Sandra had cum and we had enjoyed a soft embrace, she began to get up, telling me that I had done very well for my first time giving a woman oral pleasure and that she had a special treat for me. Sandra got off the bed and told me to lay on my back with my eyes closed while she got my treat ready. I complied and waited in anticipation as I heard Sandra moving around her bedroom. A few drawers opened and closed, and then I felt her climbing back onto the bed, shuffling between my legs, which she pulled apart, raising my knees a little so my feet were flat on the mattress. Just as I was wondering what was next, my waiting was over.

“Open your eyes, sweetie,” Sandra said. I did as asked, and my eyes almost popped out of my head. Sandra was kneeling in between my legs and was wearing a strap on her dildo. It was black, long, and very thick. “I’ve been told you like a nice big black cock.” Sandra said, smiling. “I’m going to give it to you with my nice big black toy, sweetie. Would you like that?” Sandra asked me, still smiling. My heart thumped inside my chest, and I could feel my pussycat throbbing in anticipation. I’d never had a big dildo done to me, never mind done by a woman. I smiled, bit the corner of my lip, and nodded.

I watched very intently as Sandra squirted a little lube onto the black dildo before spreading it along the length of it and liberally coating the tip. She then squirted a little more lube onto her fingers and lowered her hand to my pussycat. When the cool gel hit me, I jumped and giggled. “I know you're wet, sweetie, but this is a very big dildo,” Sandra said with a reassuring smile. Sandra wasn’t wrong. As I nervously looked at it, bobbing up and down as she moved, I was convinced it was even bigger, certainly thicker, than Omar’s cock, and he hurt like hell when he first penetrated me.

Sandra shuffled forward and leaned forward a little so the dildo disappeared from my sight, between my legs. I felt the tip of it slide between my pussy lips. Sandra then leaned forward onto her arms on either side of me, and I felt the dildo begin to slide into my love hole. Sandra’s huge breasts were dangling down, her nipples rubbing against my skin. I instinctively cupped Sandra’s breasts in my hands and enjoyed the full, heavy feel of them. I was so focused on enjoying Sandra’s large, soft breasts that I hardly noticed the big black dildo penetrating deep into my love hole until the huge girth it had near the base began to stretch my pussy so much I thought I’d split in two.

“Ooooooooohhhhh god!” I moaned as Sandra plunged the dildo deep into me. I spread my legs wider and lifted my knees a little, trying to open up my pussycat more to accommodate the girth of the huge dildo. Sandra was patient—much more patient than any man. She sensed when to push when to pause, and when to withdraw a little to allow my pussycat time to get used to the huge dildo. Finally, she came to rest, her hips pressing against my thighs, with the huge dildo fully inserted.

Sandra began to fuck me, slowly at first, allowing my pussycat maximum adjustment and lubrication time, with my juices already gushing so much they were running down into my bum hole. After a few minutes, Sandra increased the pace of her thrusting. I was so wet that the huge dildo was easily sliding into me, and every so often Sandra would pause, with the dildo fully buried to the hilt, and she would grind her pubic mound against my clitoral area, her pubic hairs causing me maximum stimulation. My pussycat throbbed, and tingles radiated through my body. My nipples tingled, and with every softening, Sandra would brush a hand across my small breasts and tease my nipples even more.

It wasn’t just the feeling of the huge dildo easily sliding in and out of me, my juices squelching, making my pussy throb as it was stretched and rubbed by the huge invader that was driving me wild. The vision of Sandra’s huge breasts bouncing and swaying as she pounded away at my pussycat, her huge, hard nipples pointing right at me, was so arousing. My hands just couldn’t leave them alone, and I constantly squeezed and pulled on them, making Sandra groan almost as much as I was doing as she fucked me. Sandra continued to slightly move her position as she fucked me, stimulating different parts of my pussycat and caressing different parts of my body, rubbing my nipples, and thumbing my clitoral area, sometimes so hard I thought it was going to explode.

I was so close to my orgasm that it was almost painful. I felt I was going to explode if I didn’t cough soon. Sandra was a skilled lesbian lover and must have sensed my arousal. She maneuvered herself so she slid an arm behind my head, leaning on her elbow as she lowered her body down. Her large breasts squashed against my small breasts, and her hard nipples dug into my flesh. Her pubic mound was in direct contact with my clitoral area, and the dildo was buried deep in my pussycat. She said her other hand down onto my buttock, almost pulling me tighter against her pelvis.

A shudder of arousal rumbled through me, and I lifted my legs, wrapping them around Sandra’s broad hips. I caressed her back and ran one hand down over one of her large, soft buttocks, almost mirroring what she was doing with her hand on my buttock, pulling her into me. Sandra began to rock her pelvis slowly, the movements small, and focused on stimulating my clitoral. The feeling was so intense as she ground against me. I begged her to do it harder as I pulled on her buttock, my fingers digging into the warm, soft flesh. She was now grinding so hard that I knew I was going to explode. My pussycat throbbed so much that it hurt, in a pleasurable way I’d never experienced.

Sandra softly murmured in my ear, “Cum for me, sweetie!” and ground even harder. Seconds later, I was over the edge, and a huge orgasm rocked me to the core. My whole body shuddered, and I squeezed her so tightly that my arms ached. We remained locked together, Sandra not moving, as my orgasm rumbled on and on until finally I went limp and felt almost too weak to even speak. Sandra kissed me softly before slowly pulling the dildo from my throbbing pussycat. She got off the bed, and I felt so spent that I just laid there with my eyes closed, a contented smile on my face. Minutes later, I felt Sandra’s body against mine, her arm across my tummy. “You’re a very naughty nurse, Sarah. You can have your fun, but always remember you're my naughty nurse.” Sandra softly whispered in my ear as I drifted off to sleep.

Some thirty years later, I was myself a matron. I had, over those years, as most girls do, changed in body shape, gaining a few pounds around the buttocks, hips, and waist, and my breasts had swelled considerably from the days when they barely filled a B cup. with plenty of room to spare. As I busied myself around the ward, looking after my nurses, I often looked at some of the young, slender, pretty ones who reminded me of myself as a young nurse and relived my sexploits with Stanley and his old friends, and my matron Sandra, with whom I had a long lesbian affair until I moved to a different city and got married. I remember those days with excitement and fondness and often wondered if I might find a young nurse who would be as naughty as I was back then. Maybe I did? xxxxxx

The end.