Bisexual Stories

My Wife's Boss Part 3

2009-05-14T10:11:00.002-07:00

Ann and I left Heinz home after swimming for a bit. Heading home in our
separate cars I couldn't help thinking about what had just happened. I
couldn't believe it but I was getting hard again just thinking about all
the amazing new things I had tried. And to have Ann share it with me was so
good. I couldn't wait to get home.

I arrived at our house, and Ann still wasn't there. I headed into the
living room to relax & watch some TV. Ann arrived an hour later and came
into the room, dropping her coat on the chair. Standing in front of me, she
just stared down at me, I wasn't sure what she was doing, as she didn't say
anything. I looked up at her from the couch and was starting to wonder if
she was mad, or upset, or what was going on, when I noticed it. The front
of Ann's slacks was bulging, and it looked like she had a cock. I could see
the outline of a long cock going down the leg of her pants. I looked up and
she was smiling now, smoothing her pants with her hand, she was looking
down at herself, and smirking. I moved forward on the couch and unzipped
her fly. Reaching in I pulled out the rubber penis she was wearing. Having
freed my wife's "cock" I sat back and looked at her.

There stood my wife, unbuttoning her blouse, and dropping her hands to her
hips, she stood before me with a 7-8 inch, very realistic looking dildo
sticking out of her pants. She pulled her top off and unhooked her bra. Her
full breasts came into view and I stared at the wide areola like it was the
first time I'd seen them. They always took my breath away. Ann reached down
and stroked her "cock", offering it to me.

"Suck my cock." Ann said, sternly. Reaching for me, she pulled me
to her. She held the rubber phallus with one hand and opened my mouth with
the other. I kneeled before her, took her "cock" in my mouth and sucked. I
could smell her perfume, and reached around to hold her round ass, pulling
her deep into my throat. "Oh, you look so good doing that. I bet you wish I
really had a cock, don't you? Don't you?" Ann was looking for an answer.

"Yes" I said between bobbing up and down on her shaft. "Yes, I
would love to suck you, and drink your cum." I dove back into her, taking
her deep, and looking up into her eyes. "Take me, take me wherever you
want." I said, after sliding the shaft out of my mouth. Ann pulled me up to
her breast, offering her nipple. I sucked hungrily on the big nipple, as
Ann fumbled with my belt, dropping my pants to the floor, my hard-on sprang
up, out of my shorts. Once I was exposed, Ann pushed me back and took a
bottle of lube from her pants pocket. She applied it to the length of her
shaft, liberally anointing her new penis with the lubricant, making it
shiny. I looked down at it, and was amazed at the site before me. Ann, her
big breasts swaying as she stroked her "cock", and looked at me hungrily.

"Turn around." She growled, "bend over and I'll show you how to
take a real cock in your ass. Take it inside you. I'll fuck you now." Ann
spun me around, and I bent forward, holding the edge of the couch while I
felt her rubber tip bump against me. The tip nudged my hole, and I felt her
left hand hold my hip, holding me still as I started to ease back. "Are you
ready? Ask me, beg me for this cock."

"Yes, I'm, I'm so ready, give it to me. Please." I whimpered as she
nudged the head into me. I was surprised because it slipped in fairly
easily. I was about to push back and take her when she swung her hips
forward, driving the entire 8" into me. The force of her thrust took my
breath away. "Uuuuuuh! Oh yes. Oh that's so good." I closed my eyes and
concentrated on the feelings. I felt so full, so complete with her all the
way in me. She began to pull out. Then pushed in. Hard. I felt her heavy
tits on my back as she ground her pelvis into me.

"Do you feel that? Feel that cock deep up you? I'm going to fuck
you until you beg me to stop, then I'll turn around and make you suck me
again." Ann thrust into me, easing the full length in and out, her hips
working like a man's would as she fed me her rubber manhood. "Yes, you can
take it just like a woman can't you? Is this how it feels when you fuck me?
Do you feel this power? I love seeing this cock disappear into you. Here it
comes." Ann held my hips and drove into me relentlessly. I could hear her
smacking against me as she drove into me again, and again. I reached down
to stroke my cock, and she slapped my hand away. "No you don't touch that."
She purred, " I touch that."

Ann stroked into me for another few minutes, then pulled out and turned me
around. She pushed me down to my knees and pushed the cock against my
mouth. The lube, tasted like plastic, the "cock" tasted like rubber, and I
loved it. I imagined how this looked. Me, on my knees, wearing only a
shirt, having just been royally fucked by my wife, was know cleaning her
long penis.

"Now, I have a treat for you." Ann moaned. "You know how I took
some extra time to get here? Well you may be thinking that's due to me
stopping at a store to buy this." Ann shook her rubber dick in my
face. "Unsnap the belt, and take this off me." I did as I was told. My cock
ached for release, and strained upward against my belly. I dropped the
harness to the floor, along with her pants. Ann stepped out of them, and I
was facing her nice, thick bush. It looked like it was pressed flat by her
panties, not as full as usual. "Lick me. Lick my pussy." I leaned in and
licked along the length of her lips as she titled her pelvis toward
me. "Recognize the taste? Taste like anything you've had before?" I licked
her again, softly. The lips of her pussy were shaved bare, providing a
strong contrast with the full, dark bush above. I noticed she was very wet,
and seemed to be slightly salty. I looked closely at her opening, and saw
some cloudy liquid on her lips. Ann held my head as I felt her bear down
slightly. I saw the lips part a tiny bit as a drop of very white liquid
appeared. I knew what that was. "That's right. I'm full of cum. I went back
to Heinz house after we left and asked him to fuck me. He made me blow him
again, and then he took me right there in his kitchen. I was leaning over
his chair, as he slid that big cock into me. It stretched me out so well,
and all I could think of was how he had been fucking you earlier. I didn't
think he'd be able to cum again, but he did. It felt like he filled me with
his hot cream. Now its all yours." Ann released me, and moved to the
couch. She sat down, and reclined. I saw her eyes shut as she pushed down
and to my amazement, another big dollop of Heinz' cream came form her. It
was starting run down her lips now. She opened her eyes and looked into
mine. I knew what was next, and I couldn't wait. I dove into her lap,
licking the drop of cream from her. It was warm, and tasted of salt, his
sperm, and her sweet cream. I loved the idea that she had carried this
prize home to me in her sweet pussy, and was now feeding me his potent
seed. Heinz had shot into my wife. Taking her as he did me. Ann's fingers
worked through my hair, as I ate her. I heard her groan and a large wad of
sperm came from her. I quickly accepted her offering.

"How does it taste baby?" Ann cooed, "How does that hot cum taste?
Do you like it? Do you like being the woman, and swallowing your man's
sperm?" Ann's talk was too much for me and I raised my self up and with one
stroke I came on her pussy. Being sure to shoot directly onto her lips and
bush. The orgasm was intense, and I felt like my insides were shooting
through my cock as I emptied myself onto Ann. I stroked out the last drop,
and looked into her eyes. Ann reached down, scooped up the cream and
performed my favorite trick. Dripping the fresh cum on her nipple, she
never looked away from me as she lifted the breast to her mouth and sucked
my cum form her nipple. It was so hot I nearly swooned.

Collecting myself I sat next to her on the couch. My cock was exposed and
deflating on my leg. Ann was naked. I looked over at her and took in the
amazing sight of her body in all its glory.

"That was intense. Thank you. Your full of surprises." I kissed Ann
softly, and then fell back beside her.

"Who knows," Ann said mischievously "maybe I'm pregnant now." The
thought hadn't occurred to me. I was panicked for a moment, then started to
get turned on. "He came in me, with no protection, and although you managed
to get most of his cream, there might still be some in me. I wonder." Ann
got a glazed look in her eyes as if she was imagining being pregnant with
Heinz' baby. Her description had made me think of having more sex, but it
was too much and I knew I needed to rest.

"Well, I guess if you've already been exposed to his potent seed,
there's no harm in taking more is there?" I said, thinking about visiting
Heinz again. "Would you like to feel him again? Is it a lot better to have
a big cock in you?" I was preparing to be hurt by her response, but also
wanting to hear her talk about it.

"I would love to take him again. He just has that aura of
masculinity about him, you know? He's so 'male'. It's different having a
larger cock. It feels so good when you're that full, stretched, and
accommodating that big manhood. Do you know what I mean? Did he seem very
manly to you?"

"He did. I'm not sure what it is. His big cock, his big, manly
body. Maybe it's his demeanor, he just seems so confident, and seems to
make you want to do what ever he wants. When I first got there, I was
pretty nervous, not knowing what to do, but he had his cock in my mouth
within the first five minutes. It just seemed so right. I wanted to please
him. I would've done anything for him. I think I did. He's definitely the
alpha male."

"Yeah, that's it, you know, he's a 'Bull-Male'. Just seems to need
to spread his seed. And it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world
to have him breed me. Breed us." Ann smirked at this last part. "Your cock
is great, and I love you, but his is longer, and thicker, and the head is
so wide. I'll always love you, but I love having him inside me."

Ann & I went to bed and fell into a deep sleep. Awaking the next day, we
went about our normal routine. It was a long weekend, so no work. We
puttered around the house. Some playful flirting as I caressed her breasts
when I was near, and she gave my crotch the odd squeeze. Just a nice,
relaxing day. Until the phone rang.

Chapter 9

"Did you suck my husband's cock?" the question stunned me. No,
"hello", no greeting, just this. "Did you?" It seemed almost comical, but I
had to ask.

"Who is this?" I stammered finally. Knowing full well this had to
be Heinz's wife.

"This is Caroline, let me talk to Ann." Her voice had a bit more of
a playful tone now. Now that the initial shock had worn off. I handed the
phone to Ann

"It's Heinz' wife" I whispered. Ann looked surprised, but answered
cheerfully.

"Hello, Caroline? How are you?" I heard the party on the other end
of the line begin to talk. Watching Ann's expression change, as she broke
into a wide grin. "Yes, he did." She said, "I'm not sure, but he seemed to
like it." ........"Yes, it IS big, how do you do it?" Ann was chatting
freely now, and they were obviously talking about sex. "Oh, really? No!
You're kidding. Well, Mark certainly didn't seem to have any problem taking
it..........oh, really? Well it was quite something. Seeing them together
was so hot it made me crazy. You must be kidding..." Their conversation
went on for a while, ranging from direct sex talk, to the everyday stuff
women talk about. When she finally hung up, Ann walked to the next room.

"Hey, aren't you going to tell me what she said?" I asked,
desperate to know.

"Oh you know, just girl talk - some gossip. Nothing you'd be
interested in." Ann said with a gleam in her eye.

"Come on. Please tell me. " I pleaded. "You have to."

"Well, she just wanted to know how our visit was while she was
away. She said Heinz was pretty tired when she got back, but told her
everything and she said it sounded pretty great. She's pretty liberal I
guess."

"What does she look like?" I asked.

"She's very pretty, about 45. Short hair, and thin. She has a
really great ass." Ann said grinning, looking up as if she was trying to
remember what the lady looked like. "I did see her once at the gym, in the
shower"

She definitely had my attention now. " Really, what did you see?" I
absently stroked my cock through my pants, waiting to hear some details
from my wife.

"She was pretty cute, you know, petite. I remember her commenting
on my pubic hair."

"What did she say?" I was getting pretty turned on now.

"She asked why I didn't trim it. I told her you liked it this
way. She had hers completely shaved, and it looked nice."

"Oh man, that's so hot." I was fantasizing now. " Did she touch you
at all?"

"Come on. We were showering. What do you want me to say, that we
fell to the floor in a hot 69? Ann laughed. "No, sorry, she didn't start to
touch me, or lick my nipples, or run her fingers through me thick bush. I
didn't go down on her." Ann knew she was driving me crazy.

"That's too hot. Thanks a lot." I said, gesturing to my tenting
pants. "Now what do I do with this?"

"What would you like to do with it?" Ann asked, dreamily, as I she
looked into my eyes.

"I'd like to put it into you." I reached for her, pulling her
close. We kissed hard. I felt her body. Her soft, round ass, her hard
back. Bringing my hand to her front, I gave her nipple a pinch through the
layers of clothing she wore.

"Oooh!" Ann squealed. "Oh no, don't try coming near me with that
thing." She pointed at my erection, now exposed, due to my open
fly. "You're just trying to get me to do nasty things with you aren't you?
Well it won't work." Ann said poutily as she began stroking me. "You are so
bad." Ann squeezed my cock hard, leaned down and kissed it, taking the head
in her mouth briefly, before standing up again. "So, is that what you want?
To put that thing in my mouth, make me suck it? Suck your cock?" her dirty
talk was getting me crazy. I looked down and saw the edge of her areola
peeking out from her bra. The dark area was starting to crinkle up and get
darker still. That pale, blue vein running along side it, seeming so hot
for some reason.

"Just keep that up and it should take care of itself," I panted, as
she stroked me. Ann lifted a drop of pre-cum form my penis to my mouth.

"How's that? Does my little cock-sucker like the taste of his own
cream?" She gave a hard tug on my cock, and I though I would cum. She
squeezed me so hard it calmed me down, and I looked at her.

"Yes, it's so sweet." I said, "Please give me more." Ann brought
another drop to her own lips and smeared it across them. I kissed her hard,
my erection caught between us as we made out like teenagers.

Breaking the kiss, Ann dropped to her knees and started sucking me hard. I
held her head and had intended to just wait for my orgasm to overtake me,
when the doorbell rang. I wanted to finish, but Ann stood up.

"Wait, I can finish fast. Please." I begged.

"You just wait a moment, it will be even better if we prolong the
action, now put that thing away." Ann moved to the door and looked through
the hole. "It's Caroline".

I was thinking all kinds of things when Ann opened the door and Caroline
walked in. She was very pretty, slim, and looked like she had nice, wide
hips on her small frame.

"Mark, Ann has told me so much about you." She winked at me. "I
wanted to stop by to drop off an invitation of sorts."

"Come in Caroline." Ann said.

"No, I can't stay. I just wanted to stop by to say hi and invite
you to dinner next week. Heinz and I would be happy to have you over."
Caroline's gaze fell to my obvious erection. " Walking toward me she leaned
in and whispered in my ear, "Heinz said you sucked his cock, he wants you
to do that again. I want to see it" I didn't know how to react. My face
turned bright red.

"Come on now, no need for secrets" Ann said.

"Oh I was just mentioning to your husband that I heard he really
enjoys spending time with Heinz." Caroline said, not breaking her gaze with
me.

"You mean how much he liked having sex with your husband?" Ann
asked with a raised eyebrow. "How many times he sucked his long, fat cock?"
Ann stretched this last part out, saying it slowly, and looking at me. I
felt like I wanted to run and hide. "Yes, they did have fun together."

Caroline ran her eyes over me, as if she were undressing me. She touched
Ann's arm, and looked into her eyes. They seemed to share something
silently. They knew what was going on, but I'm not sure I did. "So we'll
see you for dinner? Friday?"

"We'll be there." Ann replied. Caroline left, and Ann turned to
me. "So I bet you think this will be some kind of fantasy come true. You're
thinking I'm going to experiment with Caroline? Maybe try out some of those
things you like to watch in movies?" Ann unzipped me again, and took me out
of my pants. "I think it's possible, but only if you put on a show for us
first." Ann bobbed her head back and forth, sucking my cock now, and
holding my balls. Pulling away she looked up at me. "Do you want more of
Heinz? Want more of his cock? Or are you done with that fantasy now?"

"I, I think I might still be interested," I moaned as I
concentrated on the sensations Ann was delivering to my sensitive
cock-head. I would cum soon if she kept this up.

"I know. You loved it. I'm sure you're still interested. You love
having a cock in your hand, in your mouth. Maybe even in your..." Ann
thrust a finger she had been sucking on into my ass while she sucked hard
on the tip of my penis. The cum blasted out of me & I saw stars. I drained
my balls into her sucking mouth. Ann rose, and kissed me deeply, sharing
the prize with me. The warm, salty release taking us both to a new level. I
couldn't wait for Friday.

Wife's Boss part 2

2009-05-14T10:11:00.001-07:00

Chapter 7

We went into the house and had a drink, relaxing without clothes. I
couldn't keep my eyes off of his member, and kept glancing at it to see
signs of further excitement. Heinz sat in his over-sized chair, facing the
huge flat screen TV. Punching the remote, he reclined and his robe fell to
the side, exposing the object of my lust. On the screen a scene began which
involved a busty brunette woman, and two men. One man , who looked to be in
his mid fifties, stood in the middle of a room, wearing a suit. A younger
man approached with the woman, and she reached down, unzipped the older
man's pants, and withdrew his sizeable penis. Holding it in her hand, she
pushed the younger man down to his knees and directed the cock to his
mouth, As he began servicing the older man, the woman took her clothes off,
kissing the man who was standing, and encouraging the kneeling man to keep
working the cock he lovingly nursed. This was probably the hottest porn
scene I'd ever experienced. This was exactly what my strongest fantasy had
always been. Having a woman direct me, teach me, and to be honest, just
approve of me servicing an older, dominant male. This made my cock even
harder, it throbbed and needed release. My head was swimming with lust as I
glanced over at Heinz. He had started stroking himself, and had begun to
grow hard. The screen showed the "bull" male was now fully hard, he was
holding the younger man's head still as he stroked his cock in and out of
his mouth. The brunette was kissing him and looking down at the kneeling
man approvingly.

"What do you think?" Heinz asked, startling me.

"that's amazing" I said, not taking my eyes form the screen. "It's
seems so right. So natural. It's what I want."

"Really? Well maybe we should invite your wife over to watch, and
whatever else comes to mind." Heinz' cock was hard again, and stood up
straight against his belly. His large, full scrotum had fully relaxed form
his earlier climax, and lay between his legs, showing his nice, full balls.

"I uh, I would like th...." My words were cut off by the sound
coming from the screen.

"Yes, do it, do it, suck that cock, take it like a man!" The woman
on the screen exclaimed. " You love that cock don't you?" She accused. The
older male pulled free of the mouth that had been serving him, and began
stroking his cock fast, aiming it at the kneeling man's mouth which was
wide open. "Yes, give it to him - he wants your hot cum!" It was the
typical badly written porn dialogue, but it was hot all the same. Before
long the sperm flew from the older man's cock, and he directed it all
directly onto the tongue before him. It was white, and thick, and I wanted
to taste it.

Looking at Heinz, I moved to the floor in front of him. I kneeled. "Can I?"

"Can you what?" Heinz asked, knowing what I wanted, but playing the
role. Fulfilling my fantasy. "tell me what you want - what you need."

"I need your cock. I need to feel it in my mouth. Feel your strong,
thick cock pulse, and throb as I suck you. I need your sperm. I need you
inside me." I wanted so badly to take him in my mouth I would have said or
done anything at that point.

Heinz stroked his cock once, pulling a drop of clear pre-cum to the
tip, which rolled down the shaft. "Will you let me cum in your mouth? How
about your ass? Can I fuck you and cum inside you, make you a woman? Take
you like a woman?"

"Yes" I moved to take his cock, and Heinz moved forward on his
chair, taking my head in one hand, and lowered his cock to point to me with
the other. He pulled me onto his cock, sliding it into my mouth, and pulled
me all the way down until my nose was in the hair at the base of his
cock. The head was in my throat, and I had actually deep throated him. I
felt him throb, his shaft spasmed once, twice. I tasted the pre-cum on his
shaft. The he withdrew, standing and walked away. I felt so empty. I needed
him again. I followed.

Heinz stood beside his bed, his hands parting the robe, exposing
his body to my eyes. I looked down from his hairy chest, past his mid
section, and directly at his hard cock. It was pointing at me, bobbing up
and down slightly. Heinz reached for it, and pulled back the foreskin,
exposing his wide, flared head. The tip glistened with a drop of his
pre-cum.

"Come over here, kneel down and suck my cock." Heinz commanded. I
floated across the room, never taking my eyes off of the beautiful specimen
before me. Dropping to my knees I reached up for his shaft, and looked
closely at the head. Pulling back the foreskin, I squeezed a drop of the
clear liquid from him, seeing it roll down the underside of his shaft I
licked it from his skin. Moving down I nuzzled his crotch, and then began
licking his big balls.

"That's good - that's good. Now suck them, yes." Heinz was groaning
now, and he tilted his head back to enjoy the moment. I moved up and took
him in my mouth. The big glans rested on my tongue before I began sucking
hard. Stroking him with my hand, and sucking the head I got into a rhythm
that had him thrusting his hips and his balls began to draw up toward his
body.

"Not yet, we have some other business to attend to." Heinz pulled
himself free of my mouth. Heading to the night table he withdrew a tube of
lube. " Do you know what this is for?"

"Yes." I said, moving to the bed. "you're going to fuck me"

"That's true. I think you're ready for me. Ready to be taken. Ready
to have me in you." Heinz moved toward the bed. "Lay back and lift your
legs up toward your shoulders. I need to see you." I did as I was told. I
felt the cool touch of his fingers pushing into me. First one, then a
second, and finally he thrust three fingers into my hole, applying liberal
amounts of the cool gel to my opening. Then he stepped back and absently
stroked his cock with the remainder of the lube while gazing into my
eyes. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you - your cock - in side me. I want you to make me
yours. Slide that cock into my ass and make me a woman." I was surprised by
this last part - I was just trying to play the part, but this last
statement was true. I wanted him to show me how it must feel to receive
your lovers cock into your body - like my wife feels when I take her. Heinz
smiled at this, and moved forward. Kneeling between my legs he gave my cock
a few strokes. I moved his hand away as I didn't want to cum too soon. With
that he looked me in the eyes and I felt his cock nudge my opening. I was
beginning to think of it as my pussy. This brought a smile to my lips.

"Yes, do it. Push it into my pussy." I moaned, my eyes half closed,
just concentrating on the sensations. My cock was throbbing and I knew it
wouldn't be long before I exploded. Heinz eased forward and the head
stretched me. As soon as the head was in I felt a strong twinge of
pain. Heinz must have noticed. He pulled out & I felt disappointed, like I
had failed him. Looking down I could see his cock. It was so hard, and
shiny with the lube. Heinz held it in his fist, the head exposed, as he was
pulling the loose skin back. It looked almost pointed on the end. I thought
to myself that this should make it easier for him to penetrate me. The
shaft had veins running up the shaft. I tilted my legs back farther to give
him easier access.

"You can push out a little and it will be easier. But either way I
will be going in this time, all the way" I pushed out and felt his glans
touch me. Heinz applied constant pressure and he broke through my outer
ring, and kept going. The pain was gone and the feeling of being filled by
his cock began to be overwhelming. Heinz slowly pushed forward. I looked
down and past my hard, leaking cock, I could see he wasn't even half way
in. I let go of my legs, and allowed them to drop down a little. I reached
my hands up around his back and pulled Heinz down onto me, driving his full
length into me. We kissed. Hard. His tongue entered my mouth, and it felt
so right. I never really thought about kissing a man before, but feeling
his weight on me, his cock in me, and his hard lips on mine was just
amazing. "Are you alright?" He asked looking into my eyes.

"Yes, please, please do it." I whined. Needing him to start moving,
to take me properly. Heinz rocked his hips back and withdrew until only the
head was within me. Driving back into me he began a steady rhythm and I
came. I came so hard the cum spurted up between us and hit my face, the
pillow, and all points between. The release was tremendous, and as my
prostate contracted, sending my sperm flying out of me, my anus squeezed
Heinz tightly causing him to grind deeply within me. I could feel him
buried deeply. I reached down and could only feel his balls tightly pressed
up against me.

"Oh! Oh! Here it is - I'm Cumming!" Heinz bellowed "You're so tight
- I can't hold it." He drove back into me and held still. I felt his cock
spasm once, twice, three times, four I lost count as he emptied himself
into me. "yes, oh yes - that's good, take it, take my seed. Now your
mine!" I felt the contractions of his penis subside as he collapsed on top
of me. We were joined. Truly joined. His cock buried in my "pussy" - giving
me his warm, white cream just as he should be. His penis delivering his cum
from his balls into my body. Heinz got back on his knees and withdrew his
cock from me. The emptiness that followed was terrible. I longed to be
filled again. His cock was still partially hard and it hung in front of me
covered in lube, and cum. I wanted to suck it and sat up. The smell of lube
and cum was strong & it made me so horny I was dizzy. Squeezing his shaft
from the base to the tip I extracted his final drop of pearly white
semen. I took the head in my mouth and sucked. Not caring that he had just
been in my ass, not caring that the lube tasted like plastic - just wanting
that last drop. Heinz lay beside me and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke about an hour later and had a raging hard on. I heard the shower
running. Getting out of bed I felt Heinz cream running from my ass. Moving
into the bathroom I saw Heinz lathering himself. I stepped in with him and
pressed my body against him.

"Hey, how do you feel?" He asked.

"I feel great - rested, and glad to finally have given up my
cherry. Especially to this." I cupped his cock in my hand, loving the feel
of the slippery lather, and his long, soft cock. The water ran over us,
rinsing him off and revealing the wonder of his masculinity - the broad
hairy chest, the round belly, and that long, thick cock hanging there,
looking like it needed some attention. I soaped up and cleaned
myself. Heinz slid a soapy finger into my ass and I groaned.

"Not so tight now. So I take it you liked it? We were fucking - but
soon we'll make love. I'll cum so deep in that pussy of yours that the cum
will never leak out.." Heinz whispered in my ear as his finger caused me to
harden. I dropped down and took him in my mouth. "Whoa - you can't get
enough can you? I can't believe you waited this long to try this." I sucked
him, feeling the water run over me. Turning him I began to lick the tight
bud of his anus. Heinz groaned and leaned forward giving me better
access. Probing him with my tongue I heard the gasps of pleasure coming
form him, but I knew what I wanted. I turned him again and took his cock
deep in my mouth. Heinz took hold of my head and began fucking my
mouth. Slowly at first, and then getting faster. He thrust into my mouth
for a few minutes before pulling away. Stepping back, he stood looking down
at me, his cock very hard, bobbing up and down with his pulse. He didn't
say a word, but I knew. I stood, turned away from him, and bent over,
placing my hands on the bench, offering myself to him.

All I heard form behind me was a low "Mmmmmmm", as Heinz moved to me. The
water was running down the wall in front of me, as I felt his hand grasp my
hip. I could hear him stroking himself, lathering with soap. I didn't know
if soap was supposed to be used as a lubricant, but I was about to find
out. A thumb pushed into me. My opening offered little resistance as I felt
the thumb move in and out. Before I could bear down and prepare for him, I
felt Heinz probe for my hole with his cock. As soon as he found it, he
pushed the head in. I took him easily. The soap had lubed me well, and his
hands moved to my hips. I wondered what he was doing when he held my hips
tighter, swung his hips forward, and buried the entire length of his thick
cock into me. The feeling of having him forced deep within me took my
breath away.

"Oooh, oh, oh, yes." I mumbled as I felt him resting within me. I
could feel how stretched my anus was, reaching back I felt his balls
pressed against mine. They hung lower, and were clearly bigger. I reached
past them and slid my finger in his ass.

"Mmmmm, I like that. Do you feel me in you? Can you feel the power
of my cock inside you? You knew what I wanted, instinctively you knew your
place. You offered yourself to me, wanting me to mount you." Heinz pressed
harder into me, my finger slipped from his ass as I tried to maintain my
balance. Grinding into me, his cock touched every surface in my "pussy",
rubbing my prostate, and causing my cock to throb and jerk. Heinz started
to withdraw, moving his cock out a few inches before slamming back home. He
thrust into me 2, 3, 4, 5 times, slowly, but firmly. On the 5th thrust
home, my own cock seemed to swell and my cum burst forth.

"Oh yes, I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming! You fucked the cum out of me!"
Heinz reached under me, stroked my cock and caught the remaining ropes of
jism in his palm. His cock was still embedded in me as he pulled me upward,
offering my own cum to me. I licked it form his hand, savoring the warm
,salty flavor. I could still taste my cream as he bent me forward and
continued to take his pleasure. His mighty phallus used me, penetrated me,
and took its time delving my depths. Just as I thought he might be getting
close, I heard the doorbell. Heinz paused, then stroked into me
again. Burying his bone, he paused and listened.

"Bing-bong - Bing bong" Heinz held my hips tight against his own,
grinding himself against me, into me. "That will be your wife" Heinz said.

"My, my wife?" I asked, startled. So many things began running
through my head. For a moment I was ashamed, I didn't want her to see me
like this, bent over, her boss's cock in my ass. Then I remembered she set
this all up. She probably wanted to see exactly what was happening to me.

"Yes, I called her while you slept. She seemed very eager to join
us. Shall I go let her in? Or do you want me to finish with you first? Make
her wait while I inseminate you - breed you with my seed?" Heinz was
getting me so hard with his hot talk ,and his big cock grinding into me.

"Finish with me" I pleaded. "Please cum in me" Heinz pumped into me
once, twice, then pulled completely out. "Oh no." I looked back, turning, I
sat on the bench, and looked at his incredible body. Hairy, thick, and
seeming to quiver with masculinity. Heinz turned to the spray and cleaned
himself.

"Get cleaned up and join us at the pool." Heinz said as he toweled
off, donned his robe and left the master bath. I finished my shower, and
dried off. I was still hard, and had to concentrate on other things to
allow my cock to deflate so I could pee. Finally I was able to start a
strong stream, peeing into the toilet bowl. Feeling the warm urine rush
from my cock was a great relief. Looking down I saw my cock. It looked
small compared to the large one I had been focusing on for the past few
hours. I put my robe on and moved to the patio.

Moving through the patio door, I saw Heinz, his robe hanging open. In front
of him was Ann. She stood absently looking at the pool, and her hand was in
his robe. Seeing me, she turned and took her hand from Heinz.

"Honey - how are you? You must tell me everything. How was it
taking the woman's role? Did you like it?" Ann was smiling widely, and
moving her hands to the buttons on her dress. "Heinz would it be all right
if I swam a little? The water looks so nice." Ann began undoing her
buttons.

"Of course, make yourself at home, Ann." She did, dropping her
dress on the pool deck and standing before me in a shear bra and small
panties. I could clearly see her wide, dark areolas through the material of
her bra. She knew I loved that one. Her left hand strayed up to her breast
and tweaked a nipple, making it very hard. I could see the dark curls
reaching above the top of her panties. Seeing her here like this made me
hard again instantly. The scene was so heady I didn't know what to look
at. Here was my beautiful wife, getting naked, standing beside the man I
had been making love to all day. Heinz cock flashed into view as he turned
to me.

"Mark, come here, kneel before me." Heinz said. I looked at Ann,
and she was unclipping her bra, pulling it free. Her breasts swung into
view and they took my breath away as they always do. She smiled and nodded
to me. I hesitated for a second before moving in front of Heinz. I kneeled
on the deck, and was at eye level with Heinz soft penis. It hung down
thickly over his low hanging balls. The head was partially covered by his
foreskin. I looked up at him, and then met her eyes. Ann ran her fingers
through my hair. Then over his shaft.

"Go on honey, do it. Do what feels right." Ann encouraged. I looked
up at her. The underside of her breasts were such a sexy sight. I looked
over at her crotch, right beside my head. Ann tucked her finger into the
waist of her panties, pulling them down a little so I could see more of her
thick, lush hair. I leaned in, inhaled her scent, making my head spin, and
then turned to Heinz. My hands were behind my back, clasped. I took the
head of his soft cock in my mouth and sucked. Getting him good and wet, I
began sucking, and sliding more & more of him in my mouth. He began
swelling, becoming rigid. I finally reached up holding his shaft upward so
I could lick the underside, and his big balls. I cupped his ball sack in
my hand while tilting his dick down, pulling his foreskin back exposing the
red, wide, head. I licked his slit, trying to insert my tongue into his
cock.

"He seems to be good at that." Ann said. I could hear the smirk in
her voice. I could also hear what sounded like kissing.

"He's a natural". Heinz said, between kisses. He seems to need this
old cock."

"Did you two, I mean have you?" Ann was searching for the right
words.

"Oh yes, I was balls deep in him when you rang the door bell. Isn't
that right Mark? He was very disappointed because I didn't finish with him
before letting you in. I thought you might like to see the big event."

I was stroking his cock and sucking hard on the big head. I could
see Ann had lowered her panties, exposing that beautiful bush, and the
freshly shaved lips below. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to fuck her,
suck him, do everything all at once. I turned my head and licked her pussy,
then returned to Heinz.

"This is so hot - Mark you look amazing with Heinz big dick in your
mouth. Do you remember when I told you about sucking him?" Ann asked
breathlessly. She reached down. Taking his shaft and stroking him while I
watched. "Such a big cock, so thick, so strong. I can't wait to feel this
in me."

Ann lay down on a deck chair, spreading her legs. I could see her
lips glistening with her natural lubricant. I leaned over her and started
licking her sweet pussy. Reaching up to pinch her nipples, I found Heinz'
cock being rubbed against the nipple, trailing pre-cum and leaving her
nipple shiny. Of course I moved up and sucked her nipple clean. Taking a
quick suck of his cock, I moved up to kiss Ann, and Heinz introduced his
cock between our lips. I looked into her eyes as we both licked him, His
shaft slid back and forth between us. I reached down and slid my cock into
her. The warmth, and wetness that enveloped me was breathtaking. I closed
my eyes and just rested inside her. The familiar feeling of her pussy
holding my cock made me forget about my surroundings. In my present
position, straddling the deck chair, my cock in Ann, I had left myself
completely exposed. I felt something cold and wet touch my anus.

"Oh yeah, Heinz do it. Slide it in him. I want to see your huge
cock fuck my husband." I relaxed, and pushed out, Heinz leaned in and
penetrated me with ease. Pushing into me, he pushed me into Ann. The
feeling was intense. My cock was bathed in Ann's warm, tight space, and
Heinz' cock was driving me crazy, making me feel so full. I tried not to
cum as Heinz began stroking in and out. Holding my hips as he resumed
taking me, picking up where he left off earlier. I could tell he was hot,
as he wasted no time, slamming into me, as he sought his release.

"Oh honey, does it feel good? Do you like his big cock? Is your
little pussy full of Heinz' big manly cock?" Ann asked between our
passionate kisses. I could feel her pussy contracting in an orgasm as Heinz
picked up even more speed.

"Ooooh yes, take it, take it!!" Heinz bellowed as he hammered into
me. He drove all the way into me, held my hips tightly, and I could feel
his lips on my neck as he let out a low moan. "Mmmmmmmm." He was cumming. I
felt his cock jerk again and again as it delivered his sperm to me. As soon
as I felt his convulsions I couldn't control myself and I came hard into my
wife. Later I thought about the situation, how his cum was flowing into me,
my cum was flowing into Ann. It never fails to make me hard. Back in the
moment, we spasmed together as our orgasm subsided. Ann held my head on her
shoulder as I emptied myself into her. Heinz kissed her deeply as he
emptied himself into me. This felt so right. I was so full, so complete.

We lay together, joined, for some time. I felt Heinz soft cock
actually begin to stir as he kissed Ann.

"I love the way you fucked my husband, teaching him what a real man
is all about." Ann hissed. "I bet he loves having your cock in him. He's
such a cocksucker. Such a woman. I'm glad a real man came along that can
fuck both of us. Your cock will make him a better man." Ann's talk had
gotten a reaction from me. My cock hardened within her. "Ooh! Mark - you
like hearing about Heinz's cock don't you? I can feel your cock - your
little cock - getting hard inside me. Is it his cock making you hard or my
mouth?"

"It's all making me hard. I want more of you, more of him. I want
to service him. Be his wife." My words were flowing freely, I wasn't
thinking just reacting to the intense feelings I was experiencing. I began
to move inside my wife, stroking my cock slightly in and out of her. I
could feel Heinz begin to stir.

"Yes, you will serve me Mark." Heinz moaned into my ear. " you will
kneel before me - the superior male. I will use your little pussy & your
wife as I see fit. Maybe if you swallow enough of my cum it will make you
more of a man." Heinz was growing hard. "Do you feel that? Do you feel me
growing within you? Prepare for more of my seed to be added to the sea of
sperm already in you." Heinz pulled out and thrust back into me.

"uh, yes, whatever you want. Use me, use my mouth, my pussy, my
wife, anything. Just keep giving me that big, hard cock.!" I said in
between thrusts. Heinz moved backward, taking me with him. My cock was
pulled out of Ann, and I sat back onto Heinz, fully accepting his member
into me. Ann moved forward taking me into her mouth, and stroking both of
our balls as Heinz ground into me.

"Look how big his balls are" she cooed "they look like they're so
much bigger than yours. I bet they're full of cum too." Ann looked in my
eyes. " Does his cock feel good in you? Do you like being his lady?"

"Oooooh yes. " I moaned. "I can't believe how good it feels." Heinz
slid me forward so I was on all fours. Taking my hips he began screwing me
harder. Ann stood beside him, kissing him, and rubbing my back as he drove
into me.

"Yes, Ann, that's right, push your finger into my ass & I'll fill
your husband with my sperm!" She must have done it because the next thing I
knew Heinz was balls deep in me, and pumping more of the warm liquid into
me. "oh, oh, oh, yes, that's it!!" Heinz finished cumming ,and pulled out
of me. "Clean it. Both of you." I turned, sitting on the end of the deck
chair, with Ann kneeling beside me we faced Heinz' softening cock. It was
covered in lube, and shone in the sun. the smell of lube and cum was
strong. I ran my fingers down the length of his shaft, driving out the last
drops of his semen. Ann licked it form the tip before taking him in her
mouth. We cleaned him until his soft cock didn't show a trace of cum, or
lube. It hung before us.

"let's swim." Heinz said, and we all dove into the pool to refresh
and think about what was to come.

My Wife's Boss

2009-05-14T10:10:00.000-07:00

"Mark, I need to talk to you about Heinz." My wife said after
dinner.
"Your boss?" I asked.
"Yes, who else?"
"OK - what about him."
"Well, we were talking & I mentioned to him that you were curious."
She said.
"Curious?" I asked, knowing what she meant. I had admitted to Ann
that I had bi-curious feelings after she found the photos on my hard drive.
She was viewing all my pics of hot women with big tits and hairy bushes (my
favorite, which she knows...she has 38DD breasts with wide, dark areola and
a full, dark bush that she rarely trims, let alone shaves) when she came
across a folder marked 'untitled'.

"What's this - new photos?" she asked. I tried to stop her, but she
opened the first JPEG, and a close up of a large, erect penis appeared on
the screen. It had obviously just cum - it's pearly white cream trialing
down the sack below. She opened another, then another. Photo after photo of
cocks - some hard, some soft, some with cum, some close ups of the mushroom
head. She smiled at me knowingly.
"So...these turn you on?" She purred.
"Well, it's not that.... I don't get turned on by them." I
insisted, weakly.
"Of course you do - why wouldn't you? Penises are beautiful - their
long, veiny shafts, nice purple heads, and the sexy way the balls hang in
their sack - I love to look at them - I love sucking your cock until
it...." she trailed off as she flipped through more photos.

I was listening intently & reached down to stroke myself through my
slacks.

"Ah-ha! You do like them, don't you? That's so hot! What do you
like about this on? I want to hear everything!" She opened a file showing a
big cock spurting a rope of cream on a woman's nipple.

"I like...I...." I stammered, knowing my secret was out, but the
smile on her face told me she was turned on. "I like the look of the hot
cum shooting onto her nipple", I said, trying to emphasize the fact there
was a woman involved.

"Really? What about all these other photos? The ones that just show
all these dicks close up?" She asked.

"OK, OK, They make me hard - I like to imagine touching a cock. Not
a man!" I added quickly, "I'm attracted to cocks, but it's not like I'd
date a guy, or want to kiss a guy or something."

"So you'd like to touch a man's penis? That's tough to do without
having a man around." She smirked. "What else would you like to do to it?"
She asked, turning to the monitor and pointing her fingertip, caressing the
large hole in the mushroom-like head. I noticed her other hand brushed over
her nipple and lingered to pinch the hard tip.

"OK - I'll play" I said, getting into the game. "I fantasize about
stroking a cock, and making it hard..."

"And...."she asked, pinching her nipple hard.

"I'd like to lick it. Lick the shaft & taste it, maybe take it in
my mouth." I said, easing back into my chair and rubbing myself through my
pants. I was so hard it hurt now.

"Really..." she moaned, " Mmmmm - I'd like to see that - would you
suck it?"

"Yes" I answered too quickly, my eagerness showing. "I'd suck the
tip and hold his balls talking him as deep as possible."

"Unzip your fly" she commanded, "Take your cock out". I did as she
wanted, releasing my cock, which strained upward, reaching its full 7
inches. I was so horny it was making me dizzy.

"Don't touch it yet," she said, "tell me, do you want his cum? Will
you swallow?"

"Mmmm, I'd wait till I felt his balls pull up tight, then suck the
head really hard hoping to get all he had to give."

"Do you know what that can be like? Have you tried this yet? her
hands began to move down to her lap.

"No - not yet" I said, looking down at my throbbing prick, a large
drop of pre-cum glistening in the light from the computer screen. "I've
been ashamed of wanting it"

"Noooo, you shouldn't be ashamed, it's natural." She moaned, " I've
sucked a lot of cocks, I'll tell you...it's so amazing.... the head gets
really hard, then it spasm, and a spurt of hot sperm hits your tongue. Then
more comes out, spurt after spurt, and you taste his sweet semen. It's
salty, and sweet, and warm and you'll swallow it, taking his essence into
you." She whispered, "Reach down and bring that drop of pre-cum to your
tongue.

I did as she commanded, tasting the sweet, clear liquid.

"Now swallow...there, now you've officially swallowed
sperm. Nothing to it!"

Once I heard that, I lost it - starting to spurt my cum all over my
hand, as I tried to contain the geyser. After the tremors subsided, I sat
there, still hard with a palm full of cum. This wasn't just a harmless drop
of pre-cum, but at least 3 tablespoons of thick, white cream.

"I can tell you're still excited" Ann said, "Now you know what to
do" she slipped to the floor, took my cock in her mouth and sucked hard.
The sensation was incredible! I looked past her to the picture on the
screen, the erection I longed to feel. She sucked hard, bobbing her head,
and I knew I would cum again soon. I felt her fingers moving my hand up
toward my face & I understood just as my hand brought the semen to my
mouth, and I tasted it's warm saltiness, I swallowed it down and came in
Ann's mouth. My sperm entering and leaving my body. Both my beautiful wife
and I enjoying the offering of warm, white cream, and I knew I had to try
this again soon.

Since then we had discussed it off & on - mostly while we were in
the middle of particularly hot sex. This was the first time she had brought
it up in conversation while we were wearing clothes. Hearing her talk about
her boss over the dinner table made me realize it may be time to make this
fantasy a reality. She went on.

"You know..." She said softly, staring intently at me over the
dinner table. "His wife had told me at our Christmas party that he's always
been bi, and she likes him to play once in a while so he has stories to
tell her. She also said he's very big, and ever since I've been dying to
get a look. I hadn't seen it up to this point, but one time he came to the
company picnic in tight sweatpants, and you could tell he was huge - I
could see the head outlined clearly."

"Listening to her go on about this man's equipment was making me a
little jealous, but I had to admit - also pretty turned on. I wanted to
hear more.

Chapter 2

"So last weekend at our corporate retreat, we were both a little
tipsy, and all the others had left for the hotel and the subject just kind
of came up." Ann said. " He mentioned something about the waitress being
very hot, and it came out that he was frustrated."

"It's been at least six weeks since I've had any kind of sex."
Ann's boss sighed.

"What about your wife?" Ann Asked.

"She's been out of town for almost a month" he said.

"Do you ever have fun with anyone else?" Ann asked, mischievously.

"Hmmm? What do you mean? Is that a proposition?" He asked with a
comically raised eyebrow.

My wife became a little flushed while recalling this part, and went
on.

"Well, I don't cheat on my husband, but I could help you out..."
she trailed off.

"Well, I'm not going to pass up an offer like that. What do you
have in mind?" he asked.

"Let's go into the men's room & I'll see what I can do." I couldn't
believe my ears as my wife told me this story. Had she actually fucked this
old guy in the men's room? She and I had played around a bit, but not for
years.

"We went into the washroom, and made our way into the largest
stall. I was glad to see it was spotless, and after closing the lid, I sat
on the toilet. Heinz stood in front of me and made no move, waiting to see
what would happen. I pulled him closer until his crotch was directly in
front of me. I didn't unbuckle his belt, just undid his zipper. Reaching in
with one hand while holding open his fly with the other, I fumbled though
the opening of his boxers, and my hand found the warm flesh contained
within. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I pulled out his magnificent
cock. I pulled the shaft upward, and was pleased to see that I had enough
room to ease his big testicles out of his pants as well. I looked up at
him, and he was looking down at me with a look of pride on his
face. Sliding my eyes down his tie, over his prominent belly, straight for
the prize before me. His cock hangs down over his big balls, reaching at
least six inches I n its soft state. I was expecting him to be
uncircumcised, due to his age, and I was right. I leaned forward and
nuzzled my face against his big package, holding his balls in my left hand;
I started to stroke his shaft. He was quickly getting harder and I heard
him groan. His big penis was hard enough now to point toward me, my mouth
ached to take him inside. His hips swung forward slightly and the big,
flared head nudged my lips. I held him by the base, kissed the tip, and
pulled back his foreskin to prepare him to be serviced. "

My mouth had gone dry listening to my wife describe this scene. She
was so descriptive; I could see it as though I was there. She went on.

"I opened my mouth wide and took the head inside. Swirling my
tongue around the head I heard his breathing quicken. Then I noticed a
full-length mirror on the sidewall of the stall. I looked over at the
sight. Here was a tall, fully clothed executive with grey hair having his
regal cock sucked by a kneeling woman. It seemed so 'right', you know?"

I was becoming uncomfortably hard in my pants as she went on. Her
story had me openly stroking myself through my pants, trying not to shoot
before I heard more.

"I decide I didn't want to wait, so I sucked him hard and stroked
his shaft. Within seconds his big nuts started to pull up and he groaned.

"Ooooh, I'm so close, can I cum in your mouth Ann?"

"You better" Ann said, quickly taking him back in her mouth. "I
pumped a couple more times and he jerked forward, holding my head in his
hands. His cock spasmed and I felt the first long spurt of his warm, white
release. The warm cream pooled on my tongue as he sprayed four, five more
times, his long cock passing his sperm into me. I tasted his sweet, salty
cream and then swallowed it all, sucking the last few drops from his
deflating cock, before placing it back in his pants."

That was all I could take, I shot a stream of cum straight up into
my face. Two more strong jets followed. I couldn't believe the force behind
it as I tasted my spend.

"Enjoy that honey - I know you love to taste your cum, but soon
you'll experience another man's. I've arranged for you to meet Heinz to
experience his nectar direct from the source. I told him you were
submissive, and would take the woman's role, accepting his huge cock
wherever he wants."

Coming back to my senses, I looked up at Ann. She was grinning and
had scooped a large drop of my cream from my chin. Looking at the pearly
drop, I thought she was going to lick it from her finger. Instead she moved
her fingers to my mouth, offering me the last drop of my own seed. I took
her finger in my mouth, sucking the precious fluid from her. She moaned and
sat back down.

"Oh, you make me so wet" she hissed. "You're still hard too. I'm
going to bend over this chair, I want you deep inside me while I tell you
the rest...." With that she stood, pushed her skirt and panties down over
her wide hips, exposing her incredible full bush. I could tell she was wet
as her luxurious hair was glistening near her lips, and pressed flat by the
confines of her panties. Just the glimpse of her bare lips and brown pussy
hair trailing up toward her belly button got me super hard. As she turned
and bent over the chair and looked back at me, I grabbed the base of my
cock and moved toward her. I felt her wetness almost immediately as my
glans nudged her swollen pussy lips. Ann pushed back; I surged forward and
sank into her as deep as I could.

"Aaaaah! Oh! That's so good!" Ann moaned. She reached between her
legs and grasped my balls holding me still, feeling every inch that was
buried inside her. Every vein, every ridge of my cock-head. I was bathing
in her warm wetness - the sensation was so complete. The fact that I could
still taste my sperm made me that much hotter. She started to roll her
hips, needing the friction. I took the opportunity to pull out
completely. Before she could protest I lubricated my index finger by
sliding it between her wet lips, then slid it into her inviting anus as my
cock found it's way home to her womb.

"Oh, oh fuck me! FUCK ME!" Ann grunted.

"I thought you were going to tell me the rest of the story?" I
teased, pretending that I was in control for the moment.

"In a minute.... but first.... Fuck Me! Fuck me! - Oh - like that -
like that!" Ann was getting close to coming, I could feel my hard cock with
the finger I had buried in her ass - this always made her cum. "Ooooh yes!
Take me - Take me! Cum inside me, fill me with your hot spunk! oh fuck
meeeee - you cock sucker!!"

This last part was a first. I hadn't ever been called that before,
but hearing Ann call me a cocksucker did the trick. I buried myself in her
and came. I pumped all the sperm I had left into her, all the while feeling
her orgasm rhythmically squeezing it from my balls.

We disengaged, Ann moved to the couch, reclining with her legs
spread.

"Now get over here" she said, "look at the mess you've made of my
pretty little pussy."

I looked at her. She had her blouse un-done, one breast
exposed. The wide, dark areola relaxed and showing a pale blue vein running
along its edge. Her pussy was completely exposed, the lips swollen, but
touching in the centre. The natural bush of hair extending from above her
clit up to each side, and trailing off to nothing as it extended up past
the crease left by her panty waistband. The only part of her she did trim
was her lips, and they glistened with our juices.

"Look at this, kneel in front of me." She sounded forceful. As I
obeyed, she reached down, spreading her lips. Bearing down, a large dollop
of pearly white semen appeared. I wasn't really too excited any more,
having just cum, but I was starting to come around already. "Come
closer...." She said, sounding coy. As I placed my hands on her knees she
reached for my head, pulling me within inches of her pussy. The musk from
her was starting to work on me, my desire growing. "I think you should
clean me. Lick all that sperm out of me and if you do it well, I'll tell
you more about Heinz."

I leaned in and kissed her clit, pulling back a little to get my
bearings I extended my tongue to scoop up the white drop.

"Mmmmm, yes, that's it.... Oh yeah! Here's some more." Ann clenched
her vaginal muscles and a large load of my cum slid out of her into my
mouth. I greedily swallowed and kept licking, extending my hand to pinch
her erect nipple.

"Yes, yes, now my ass, lick my ass!"

I moved down trailing my tongue down to her rosebud anus. I tried
to penetrate, but she squeezed tight as she began trembling with
orgasm. Her contractions caused another big glob of semen to spill from her
- I extended the tip of my finger, scooped it up and lifted the sweet fluid
toward her face. Just as she opened her mouth to accept my gift, I diverted
my hand, depositing the silvery cream on her nipple.

"Not so fast" I said. With that she quickly brought her breast to
her own mouth, sucking the nipple. This always blows my mind when she sucks
her own nipple, but with the cum, I felt my cock stiffen again. I couldn't
believe how hot this was. She leaned in to kiss m, our tongues struggling
with each other, swapping the sweet sperm back and forth. I had never felt
closer to Ann.

Chapter 3

So we sat down o the couch, adjusting our clothes to get
comfortable. Her nipple was still visible and I couldn't help but stare at
it. The dark brown nub starting to relax, and widen, along with her
areola. It made me want to take it in my mouth again.

"Heinz's wife is away this weekend. He said he'd like you to stop
by for a 'swim'". Ann said, smoothing her skirt over her legs.

"Whoa, whoa, how did that come up? What did you two talk about?" I
asked, wondering how it all came to this. My wife, setting me up for an
encounter with an older man I'd only met briefly on a few occasions.

"Well, after we went back to our booth in the bar, we just
naturally started to talk about our sex lives..."

"Thank you Ann - that was a huge help." Heinz said, sounding formal
and business like. "I should sleep much better tonight".

"Thank you, I'm glad I finally got to see that big cock I've been
thinking about. How big is it anyway?"

"Well, I've never really...."

"Oh, come on, all men measure them." Ann said.

"OK, OK, it's just a little under nine inches, my wife always says
it's too big." Heinz lamented.

"Wow, that's too bad for her. That's the biggest I've seen!" Ann
exclaimed.

"What would your husband think about what we just did?" Heinz
asked.

"Gary knows I play around a bit. He'll actually love hearing all
about it - I think he's bisexual, so I'll really give him a description of
your big dick." Ann said, hoping this would start Heinz thinking about
introducing Gary to Bi-sex, knowing he was the 'Authoritarian' type that
would really make it great for Gary's first time. "He'd love to see that."

"Oh, is that right? Why do you think that?" Heinz asked.

"I found a file on his computer of photos of cocks." Ann stated, "I
figure he's the typical bi-curious married man. I know he loves me, I can
tell by the way he reacts to the female body, and mine in particular." Ann
said, "but he's turned on by looking at men's dicks too. He wants to try
something new. I've talked to him about it, and he's really turned on by
his fantasy of servicing an older man."

"An older man? What would you say if I told you I am also bi?"
Heinz said with a grin.

"Really? I'm shocked!" Ann said, "Actually I think that's very hot,
do you think there's a chance you two could..."

"You're not shocked Ann, I know my wife told you about my
interests. She told me you got very interested when she said I had a big
one." Heinz said, "I think you've been trying to set this up for a while."

"Actually, no. I have been trying to see that big cock ever since I
spoke to your wife, but this other thing just came up." She said, "you're
perfect for Gary's first time. You're the older man, 'Alpha Male' he's been
longing for. Dignified, powerful, and very well hung. His fantasy!"

"Well, if you say so" Heinz said, sounding more intrigued.

"What sort of things would you two do, or try?" Ann asked, anxious
to hear details.

"Well, I don't want to be indelicate" Heinz qualified.

"Please, I'd love to hear it." Ann said, really hoping to hear
something dirty form this dignified older man.

"Your husband...."

"Gary" Ann cut him off.

"Right, Gary should be prepared to engage in allot of oral sex. I
expect my lovers to kneel before me, take my penis in their mouth and
service me. I would generally start things with this right away. After I'm
very hard, we would shower, maybe more sucking, perhaps a sixty-nine. After
we had both cum, we would rest. Maybe watch a video, and then the main
event."

"The main event?" Ann asked, knowing what he meant, but not having
thought about it before now. She was talking about Gary giving a
blowjob. She hadn't brought up the possibility of her husband getting
fucked. The idea got her very hot.

"Yes, once Gary is ready, I'll have him suck me again until I'm
fully erect, then I'll take him properly. He will find out what it's like
to be a woman, to be penetrated by a man, and give him his body to be used
for the superior man's pleasure." Heinz stated, matter of fatly.

"Does that usually hurt the first time?" Ann asked.

"Yes. We'll use plenty of lubricant, but the first time I enter
him, he will feel pain. This will subside quickly though, and by the time
I'm in him all the way, he'll be begging for more." Heinz said.

"Do you use protection?" Ann Asked.

"I don't think Gary will get pregnant!" Heinz laughed. "And I've
been tested. I'm fine. I will use Gary like a woman. I will try to
impregnate him, and if he was a woman, I assure you he would be pregnant
upon his return to you, because I will cum in him many times. What do you
think?"

"Mmmmm, that sounds prefect for him." Ann moaned.

"It will be" Heinz said. Ann noticed he had changed his statements
from a hypothetical description, to a statement of fact. Gary would be
meeting with her boss. He would be sucking his cock. Heinz will be making
love to Gary as if he were a woman. Taking him from behind, perhaps, as
Gary did to her. Driving his cock deeply into him, until Gary couldn't take
any more. Finally, depositing his powerful sperm into Gary. The thought of
it all nearly made Ann swoon with passion.

Chapter 4

"So, what do you think?" Ann asked, running her hand inside of her
blouse.

"My head is spinning." I said, "I'm overwhelmed by all of this, and
so turned on by everything, I can't believe I've cum twice in the past half
an hour, and you're starting to make me hard again." I marveled, adjusting
my shaft in my pants.

"You're pretty excited about trying something new - that's normal."
She said, "I can't wait to hear all about it".

"Assuming I'm going to go through with it?" I said, but we both
knew the truth.

"Yeah, well, by the looks of your hard-on, I'd say you're into
it. Are you nervous? "

"Nervous and excited and really turned on." I said.

"What about the 'main event'?" she asked, making quotations in thee
air with her fingers.

"I think I can handle it. You said he's pretty big, but I've had
some practice with your dildo." I said.

"You have? You dirty thing! How did it feel?" Ann's eyes lit up
with anticipation, hungry for more dirty details.

"It definitely hurt at first. But once the head slipped in, I
slowly sank it in all the way, and it's hard to describe. It felt
different, that's for sure. My cock got soft when it hurt, then got really
hard as the thing stroked my prostate, and after burying it in my ass, and
sliding it in and out, I felt my cock jerk. I looked down at it (I was
lying on my back imagining I was being fucked missionary style) and I
started to cum without even touching it. It was different though, my sperm
just spilled out of me, no spurts, no intense contractions, just a warm
glow, a puddle of semen, and I was till turned on. I slid the dildo out all
the way, my cock swelled up again (the cum was still oozing out) and I felt
the need to be filled." I was getting quite warm telling her this, and Ann
was now actively pulling her right nipple, and making small moaning sounds.

"I shoved the rubber cock all the way in and the feeling was
incredible! The flared mushroom tip forced its way past my anus, and the
whole eight inches flowed into me. My cock jerked and I came in short,
sharp spurts. I let go of the dildo and grabbed my cock, squeezing out the
last few streams. The dildo slid out, leaving me feeling empty. Is that
anything like it is for you, I mean when you and I...." I asked.

"Oh. Wow, sorry, I was lost in your story there." Ann seemed as if
I'd woken her from a dream. "It's sort of like that. It feels good to be
filled, you know, and the eroticism of the whole thing. The penetration,
being 'taken', and finally having him cum inside you is so great. Kind of
like leaving part of himself - no - giving part of himself to you. It's
pretty great." She said, really staring into my eyes.

"You sound like a natural, I'll bet you have a great time. I'm so
glad you'll have the chance to act out this fantasy." Ann pulled up her
skirt, turning around on the couch, offering herself to me. The view of her
pouting labia had me painfully hard, and I quickly got in position behind
her.

"Can I assume you put all that sweet cream to good use?" She
moaned, "the puddle on your belly after my dildo forced it out of you." She
reminded me.

"Mmm, yes." I hissed as I sank in between her slick walls. "I drank
every drop"

"Ooooh! Fuck! That's good!" She yelped, "But I want you in my ass."
I was glad to oblige.

Chapter 5

Two days later it was Friday and I was standing at the front door
of Heinz' mansion. It was a huge place. My head was spinning, and my mouth
was dry from excitement. I had thought about nothing else for the past two
days. Or maybe it was the result of twenty years of fantasies coming to
reality.

I pressed the doorbell and waited. After about ten minutes (which
seemed like an eternity), the door opened and there stood Heinz in a long,
silk robe.

"Gary, glad you could make it." He said, seeming very sincere." Ann
has told me allot about you." He said, glancing over his glasses at me,
looking me over. His white beard trimmed neatly, matching the tufts of
chest hair peaking though his robe. "Come, I was just about to relax in the
pool, join me."

"I don't have a suit." I said, as I followed him, remembering I
probably wouldn't need one.

"Nor do I." Heinz said, and led me to his backyard. The area
contained a large oval pool, hot tub, several pieces of lounge furniture,
and was surrounded by high walls.

"As you can see, we have complete privacy." As he said this, he
turned to face me, raising his arms. This spread his robe, giving me a
momentary glimpse of a very large penis surrounded by neatly trimmed white
hair. "Gary, come here." Heinz pointed to the spot directly before him. I
could see the outline of his generous cock through the silk of his robe. I
moved before him.

"I can see you're distracted, Gary, maybe I can put you at
ease. Kneel" I did. Heinz moved the two sides of his robe apart, and tied
them behind him. His impressive penis was now barely a foot forms my face
and beginning to fill-out. "Rather than go through an elaborate and lengthy
seduction, I think we'll break the ice by having you take care of this. I
know you have a need to take me in your mouth and feel me grow. You'll be
seeing and feeling this big penis allot over out time together, so let's
get started."

I looked straight ahead. Heinz's cock had started to bounce
slightly bobbing along with his pulse as it filled with blood. The head was
becoming visible as the slotted tip appeared beyond hid foreskin. The veins
along the shaft became pronounced as it angled toward me, reaching a
45-degree angle. I looked up at him, and he looked into my eyes.

"I know what you need - do it." He said, reaching a hand around to
the back of my head, and using the other to lift his shaft. He pulled back
the foreskin, exposing the big, purple head. And pointing it at my
mouth. His other hand pulled me closer. My denim clad knees shuffled
forward as I looked down at what was now a fully erect penis, inches from
my watering mouth.

He pulled me in, and my lips made contact with his tip. Wetting my
lips with my tongue, I opened enough to take him in, and in he went. I
closed my lips over the head, reaching up to cradle his sack and replacing
his hand on his shaft with my own. I pulled the foreskin back and pushed it
forward, running my tongue over the head. I pushed forward taking him deep,
gagging slightly.

"Whoa, that's OK." He soothed, running his hand through my hair."
We've got plenty of time - no hurry". He pulled from my mouth, making a wet
popping noise. I tried to capture him again, to suck again, but he rubbed
his shaft over my face. "There's' more...inhale my scent, taste my balls,
they're full for you."

I nuzzled my face into his pubic hair, inhaling deeply, his musky
scent so masculine it made my head spin. I pulled his ball-sack forward as
he held his cock up, out of the way, and took first one, then other in my
mouth.

"Mmmmm...That's it" Heinz moaned. " Now, one little treat before we
swim." Heinz lifted my chin, and ran his fist down his shaft, producing a
single, clear drop at the tip. He deposited this nectar on my extended
tongue. It tasted so sweet I nearly came.

"Now - let's cool off!" Heinz exclaimed as he dropped his robe and
headed for the pool.

Chapter 6

We swam for about half an hour. His pool was was large, and heated,
and felt great on my naked body. We brushed up against each other on
several occasions, my erection dragging across his body, showing him how I
felt. I would try to take a hold of him whenever we met in the middle of
pool, but he kept moving, seeming serious about his workout. Finally, he
swam to the edge where I was resting, pulled himself up on the side, and
sat with his legs dangling in the pool. The water was only about four feet
deep at this spot, so I moved toward him. I stopped, lowered myself under
water, and rose up, water streaming from my hair, and body, about three
feet from the edge, and Heinz.

I looked at him, his gaze shifted downward toward his lap. His
heavy scrotum was hanging off the edge of the pool, between his deeply
tanned thighs. His flaccid cock hung down to the left of his big bull
balls, reaching nearly to the water, the tip dripping with water. He looked
up at me, then down again. I watched as his penis seemed to lengthen,
pushing the grooved tip out of the foreskin slightly. It was coming to life
as I watched, lengthening, and throbbing. At first it hung beside his
balls, now it was extending out, at a downward angle, directly in front of
his balls. The head was half exposed now, and dipped into the water as the
waves I was making lapped at the side of the pool. He hadn't even touched
it, and it was growing! He took the shaft in his hand and stroked it,
pulling the foreskin back, and pointing it toward the sky. His head moved
back, and he closed his eyes, lost in the moment, loving the sensation of
his hand on his big cock, and loving the fact that he was being watched. He
reached his hand out to me, not opening his eyes. I moved forward and he
found my head with his hand, pulling me in. I took him in my mouth, and he
moaned his approval. It was getting difficult to angle his cock downward to
my mouth, as he sat up on the poolside. I could feel it wanting to spring
up against his belly. He popped free of my mouth and lay back on the pool
deck. I pulled myself from the water and approached him from between his
legs. His erection was like steel, pulled up against his belly, and leaving
his balls, shaved clean, and dripping with chlorinated water, exposed to my
tongue. I sucked them, reveled in them, and realized that I was doing it. I
was here, taking this man's sex organs in my mouth, servicing him just like
my wife had earlier. I wished she were here with me. Maybe some other time.

Heinz rolled his hips upward, exposing his tiny anus to me, I
sought it out with my tongue, and heard a long groan escape him as I licked
from behind hid rosebud, over his heavy ball-sack, and moved up over the
underside of his shaft. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started
to slowly bob. I took him deeper and deeper, until I had at least two
thirds of his stiffness in my throat on the down stroke. My own cock was
straining for release, and I was thinking I might shoot just from the
experience, without him touching it. Heinz read my thoughts and nudged my
hip, trying to have me turn so I could straddle his head. I shifted, moved
my leg over him, so we were in position for a full sixty-nine. I dove back
at his cock, able to take even more down my throat in this position. I
bobbed down further, and was bursting with pride when my nose contacted his
testicles. I had taken it all down my throat! I held him in this position,
feeling him pulse in my mouth.

"Oh my goodness." Heinz moaned, "My wife has never been able to do
that. That feels so good."

I became aware of my own cock as he captured it in his hand, and
directed it to his waiting mouth. The head slid against his beard, tickling
me, and making me alarmed. I was going to lose it for sure. This was all
too much. Even the fact that I was deep-throating this man would be enough
to make me cum, with him touching me, it was guaranteed. He let go of my
cock, and it slid across his beard again.

"I'm going to....I'm....I'm cumming!" I exclaimed.

"Hold on." Heinz said calmly, turning his head, and capturing the
head of my cock with his mouth. I felt my prostate contract, and my cum
shot out of me in long, exquisite streams. One, two, three, four, five, I
took my mouth from his shaft, and concentrated on my cock. I couldn't stop
cumming, the contractions sent rope after rope of slippery sperm into his
mouth. "Oh no, what have I done!" I thought, I can't cum in his mouth like
this. We just got started, and I shoot off right away. On top of that it's
not my place to cum in HIS mouth, he's the master. I'm so embarrassed. I
finally stopped convulsing, and felt him suck hard on me as if to drain the
last drops.

"I'm sorry." I said while looking down at his hard cock. The veins
prominent along the shaft, the tip drooling pre-cum on his belly. "I didn't
mean to..."

"Sorry?" Heinz said, "Why would you be sorry? It's the most natural
thing in the world. And you taste great!"

"I didn't want to finish so quickly, and this is all about me
making you cum, not the other way around" I said in between feverish kisses
I was covering his crotch with.

"You'll get your chance, don't worry." Heinz reassured me "Now get
back to work!"

He had commanded me, and I wasn't going to disappoint. I felt his
tongue on my asshole, as I took him back in my mouth. The sensation was
powerful. He licked my backdoor for a few minutes while I bobbed on his
shaft; taking more & more, then introduced a finger back there.

"Oooooh, that's amazing!" I moaned, quickly taking him back in my
mouth. I worked him as well as I could, and noticed his balls were pulling
up tight against the base of his shaft. I knew it wouldn't be long.

Without warning, he pulled me off his shaft, rolled away from me
and stood up, leaving me on the pool deck. I got to my feet and faced him,
reaching down for the prize between his legs.

"This is how I like to cum." He said, pushing me to my
knees. "Kneel."

I quickly did as he said. He held my head in both hands, his
bobbing cock moving freely up and down. He guided me to him, and I took him
in.

"Now, I'm going to fuck your mouth, relax"

I relaxed my throat, and held his hips, puling him to me. He slid
into my mouth, past my throat, and down my gullet until my nose was buried
in his hair. I reached around behind him and held him deep within
me. Running my fingers down the crack of his ass, I felt for his puckered
anus. Heinz began moving in and out of my throat, really fucking my mouth.

"Oh yes, oh yes, that's it!" He said still fairly calmly. "I can't
wait, put your finger in my ass!"

I slid my finger into his ass, still wet from the pool and found
there was little resistance. His cock was all the way down my throat, and I
felt it twitch.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's it, here it is!"

I pushed hard on the finger in his ass. His anus clenched in rhythm
to his orgasm. He pumped his load directly into my belly, and I wanted to
see some of it shoot, so I withdrew after four or five bursts. I hoped this
wouldn't ruin his moment. I withdrew my finger from him, and held his cock
in front of me so I could see the trembling head. I pulled back on the
foreskin, completely exposing the mushroom tip. This also pulled open the
large hole of his urethra, I couldn't believe the size of it, and just as I
was thinking I could insert my little finger, it jerked and another strong
stream of white cum shot out onto my face. I quickly engulfed it and milked
out the last of his spend. Rolling it around in my mouth I tasted his
semen. It was slightly different than mine, sweet, and not as salty. I
swallowed him down, and smiled up at him.

Heinz looked down at me, hands on his hips, the tip of his cock
still in my mouth. The scene must have looked amazing to anyone spying on
us. Here I was, on my knees in front of this man I could only describe as
an 'Alpha Male'. We were both naked, and he had just emptied his balls into
me. I had sucked him, allowed him to fuck my face until he was overcome and
gave me his juice. I was so turned on I couldn't believe it. My cock
strained for another release.

"I think I need to jerk off." I strained, " I'll take care of it."

"No, no, just relax, we'll take a rest. I've never met anyone who
gets so turned on by sucking a cock." Heinz said. "It really must be your
first time. I think you're a full-fledged cocksucker now. There's no shame
in that, either, you should be very proud. You took my cock like a man. I'm
very proud of you." With that, Heinz folded me in his arms, and walked me
over to the large lounge chair in the sun. "You've just sucked a man for
the first time. Now you know how powerful your beautiful wife Ann feels
whenever she sucks you. Do you see what I mean?"

"I think maybe I do." I said, my head still spinning with lust.

"You used your hands, and mouth to give me pleasure. That's a gift
that's been around since the beginning of time. I'm your elder; you're
superior if you will. There's a beautiful symmetry to the fact that I can
give you money, protection, wisdom, and in return you can give me
pleasure. Now you know what it's like to be a woman. Or to some degree."

"Well, not quite. There are still other things..." I said, looking
into his eyes.

"Yes, there are. And we'll get to that as well. We'll see how long
I need to rest."

To be continued....

Strap on becomes Real

2009-05-14T10:09:00.000-07:00

The kids were away with their grandparents for the night and she
would be home soon. I hurried upstairs to get ready. We had spent the
last few weeks experimenting more and more and pushing things further and
tonight was definitely a play night. Several months ago we bought her a
strap-on, and she really enjoyed taking my ass with her ?cock?. Ever since
we discovered how sensitive my ass is I?d been loving nights like this. My
wife is hot, and even after almost 10 years of marriage she just gets
hotter and hotter to me. Telling her how much I enjoyed the vibrator and
toys in my ass was such a turn on, she could see that when she sucked my
hard cock, it was bigger then it had ever been. And just thinking about
sucking her long hard cock had me oozing. I would get harder just telling
her how much I wanted a cock, a real cock in my mouth. She always sad she
couldn?t dot hat and toys would have to do but I still fantasized about my
wife feeding me a hard cock then fucking my ass while I sucked it. I wanted
to feel the smooth hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth and the biggest
turn on was that my beautiful wife was the one who was giving it to me!
I ran upstairs, dimmed the lights and got in the shower. I toweled
off and got our toy box out. Tonight she would come home to find me naked
on our king sized bed with a 5? vibrating plug in my ass. I?d pick out a
porn movie for the DVD player, my preference is usually a Bi threesome with
a guy sucking cock while he get?s his ass fucked. I loved watching him
take a long hard cock in his mouth?dreaming one day I?d be lucky enough to
be sucking a guys cock while my wife fucked me in the ass!!!
The porn was playing and I laid back on the bed naked. A glob of
lube placed on the end of the plug then rubbed all over it. This plug
required some work to get in but it was so worth it. I slide it in, a
little at a time, nice and gentle. I turned on the vibrator and I began to
ooze pre-cum. My cock was hard but not nearly as hard as it would be once
she came home. I watched the porn and sent a few text messages to my wife.

Me: ?Plug is in?feels so good?
Her: ?good baby?be home soon?
Me: ?can?t wait, everything is ready?
Her: ?mmmmm good?
Me: ?Stroking my cock, can?t wait to suck yours!!!?
Her: ?You will, turning in now?

She walked into the bedroom and my cock immediately got harder when I
saw her. She walked over to me and felt my cock then pushed the plug a
little deeper. She smiled her approval and said she?d be right back. She
turned and walked into our bathroom and began to ?prep?. I continued to
watch two hot guys suck each other?s cocks. While a woman with a large
strap on took one of the guys? asses.
The shower turned off and a few minutes later she came out of the
bathroom. She was wearing knee high boots and a fishnet body stocking with
her strap-on harness holding her cock in place. She asked me what I wanted
and I told her I needed her cock. I wanted to suck her long hard cock.
She positioned herself so that her cock would slide easily into my mouth
and I gladly took it as deep as I could. She was stroking my cock and
making me suck hers. ?Suck it baby, show me how much you love sucking my
cock?, she said. I gladly did as I was told. ?You?re such a good cock
sucker?, she told me. I took her cock as deep as I could, licking the
shaft and playing with the balls. She would stroke my cock and
occasionally push the plug in deeper. Her hand on my cock and her cock in
my mouth along with the vibrations o the plug was an amazing feeling.
Every once in a while she would see the pre-cum oozing and she would get it
on her finger then slip he finger in my mouth telling me to taste my cum.
I did and loved it!!!
I was so ready for her to take my ass. I moved to the edge of the
bed, preparing for her to take me while I was on my back so she could
stroke my cock and look right into my eyes as she fucked me and see the
pleasure on my face but instead she told me to get on my knees. My back
was to the bed and she was standing there holding her cock. She wanted to
be sucked more! I gladly got on my knees. I took her cock in my mouth
again and sucked her good. She mad me stop and told me that she didn?t
think I was getting all I wanted out of her cock. She asked me, ?Do you
really wanted to suck a man?s cock?? I did so I told her, ?yes?. She
smiled and said, ?good?. And just then someone walked into our bedroom. I
was kind of surprised but I had always suspected that he was bi and would
certainly be up for a threesome. I was harder then ever!! He laid down on
the bed and she told me to suck his cock. It felt so good finally taking a
man?s cock in my mouth. She moved me into position and as I sucked his
cock she got her cock lubed up and slipped it into my ass. She fucked me
as I sucked and the harder I sucked the harder she fucked me! I was in
heaven. She was sliding her cock in and out of my ass and I was licking
every inch of his cock. Finally, I felt his balls tighten and he shot a
hot load in my mouth. I swallowed every drop. She pulled the cock out of
my ass, took it off and climbed onto my cock and rode it. It didn?t take
me long to cum and fill her pussy up. She pulled off my cock and put her
pussy on my face and I licked her until she came.

Sharing My Wife With A Friend

2009-05-14T10:08:00.000-07:00

I am a white 69 year old retired college professor who's also a married
bi-sexual male, 5'4" tall, 140lbs, 6.5" cut, graying black hair, fairly
hairy, and medium complexion. I've been married to the same women for over
40 years. For the past 12 months I have been having sexual experiences with
men and providing them with oral sexual pleasure. I've been with 33 men,
and I have successfully brought 30 of them to sexual climax and eagerly
swallowed their ejaculate. It has been and continues to be a journey of
discovery and thrilling experiences of intimacy with my same sex. I've
written 23 stories on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive, and many of the
stories are about many of the thoughts, needs, desires, feelings, and
future hopes concerning my continuing indulgence in male-to-male sexual
intimacy.

Ever since I began my encounters with men some 12 months ago, I have been
fantasizing and entertaining thoughts of bringing my wife, Mary, into my
meetings with some of the men......particularly one of the men with whom
I've had repeated encounters. Unfortunately, my wife, bespectabled, 66,
5'4" tall, 135lbs, blonde short hair, blue eyes, fair complexion,and very
slender model-like legs, does not share my fantasies or desires to be
involved with men...particularly men with whom she has no friendship or
bond of mutual knowledge. As time went by I finally broke the news to my
wife about my bi-sexual proclivities and of the past 12 months of enjoying
intimacies with a number of men. She was totally shocked by my
revelations, at first even revolted, but with some calming talk by me, I
succeeded in convincing her of the safety and care I exercised in my choice
of men, and of our careful practices which made me very safe and not in any
danger of health risks, of which she was most fearful. I then worked on
suggesting to her the tremendous excitement and pleasure that she could
experience, how much more alive it would make her feel, how much it meant
to me to have her with me, and how it would brinig us closer together in
our own intimacies, etc. This I did earnestly and convincingly, I thought,
in order to convince her to come with me to a sexual m/m encounter with a
man with whom I'd not only shared sexual pleasure, but whom I'd also
befriended. While doing the talking over a period of weeks, I held out
little hope for changing her mind and agreeing to do as I asked. Then,
unexpectedly, during our having sex one night, she changed her mind!

I was stunned, elated, excited, and totally in love with her anew for what
she was saying and agreeing to do.....for me. She said. She would do it to
please me, but she was apprehensive about it all. After all, I'd been the
only man she'd ever been with ...a virgin on our wedding night...something
I was certainly aware had been true. She was morally very
conservative...with a religious basis to her feelings about sexual purity
and monogomy. But she was agreeing to sharing her body with me and another
man, and to watching and participating in sexual acts with us...with me and
a male friend of mine........how wonderful!

There was the one man with whom I'd had repeated sexual encounters that I
wanted Mary to be taken by......actually penetrated and inseminated by. I
was very excited by the thought of this friend of mine, who'd been sucked
off by me, and whose semen I'd repeatedly swallowed over the past 6 months,
having sex with Mary.....cumming inside her and uttering the sounds of
pleasure which I'd come to know so well when he'd ejaculated inside my
mouth and had me swallow his plentiful seed. The thought of him bucking and
bellowing while Mary had her beautiful slender legs wrapped tightly around
him while he deeply unloaded his sperm inside her lovely vagina had me out
of my mind horny. I was going to get to drink from her pussy after he'd
enjoyed her. I was going to do one of the most intimate things I could
think of with a woman and a man...at the same time! I wanted to drink my
friend's cum from Mary's cunt! I also wanted to drain him and clean him up
after he came inside my lovely wife's pussy. We were going to be so
bonded.....close, connected in such an intimate way. I could scarcely
contain myself.

My friend, Ken, was around the 20th man I'd sucked off. He was about
6'tall, 210lbs, cut, 6.5", 59 years old, bi-sexual, and living with his
girl friend for a couple or so years. He was who I considered to be a
gentlemen, a very respectable guy. He wasn't able to host at his apartment,
but it so happened the a very rare opportunity opened up so that Mary and I
could host him at our house without the problem of a grown son and his
fiancee, who lived with us, being home that day.

It was my wife, Mary, who was the newbie in all of this...not only to being
a part of a m/m sexual encounter, but being involved with a man other than
myself....in a m/f/m encounter! She was very nervous about it all. In the
week before our meeting, which we had set a date and time for, she told me
how apprehensive she was. I assured her that I would take care that she not
be harmed or demeaned in any way, and that she would be highly cherished by
Ken, and be the object of pleasure, but also someone who was going to be
pleasured as well...that both us men would see to it that she would be
rewarded with ecstasy and TLC. We were both going to really "love" her and
express our love in the most intimate of ways. I meant it, and she believed
me...believed in me, more to the point.

The Saturday afternoon finally arrive. It was 1 pm, and we eagerly awaited
ken's arrival at our house. Mary was quiet, dressed in a medium length
skirt, a light colored shirt, and open sandles. She sat on our living room
couch with her legs close together and her arms folded across her lap. She
had on little make-up, and no jewelry. She wore a bra and panties, but no
slip. She looked so sexy...so vulnerable, so ready to be taken, to be cum
in...to pleasure both Ken and I, and hopefully to enjoy what he and I could
give her....masculine sex from two men who knew eachother in as intimate a
way as men can know eachother....having had m/m sexual pleasures with
eachother numerous times. I'd enjoyed swallowing his semen, and We'd
sucked eachother off. We were special friends.

Just in time, we heard Ken knock at our door, and I answered wearing shorts
and a t-shirt. Ken wore a pull-over shirt, short pants and walking shoes.
When he entered the house and saw Mary his eyes seemed to light up. She
smiled as she greeted him, taking his hand to shake. She made eye contact
with him, and he with her. This was an intimate male sexual partner of
mine's, who was going to experience sexual orgasms by my wife...by fucking
my beautiful lady. And she was going to receive my friend's, semen into
her lovely feminine mature body. I could hardly wait for us to cum in her,
and for me to sip from her lovely cup, and then to drain my friend's
softening cock of its residual semen...the last drops of his cum while he
was coming down from the high of having fucked my wife and cumming inside
her....having experienced her warm body and welcoming cunt, and having made
her cum for the first time with another man..........a man beside myself.

We sat and chatted for a few minutes. Both us men seemed to remain calm and
comfortable, while also getting hard and horny as we anticipated what was
to happen. Ken eyed Mary's body, and she knew it and clamped her legs
together from the embarrassment she was feeling...knowing how he yearned to
get inside of her pants and make her his..... come to know her in the most
intimate of ways a man gets to know a women. She smiled, tried to
contribute to the small talk, tried to keep eye-contact. Finally I
suggested we go into the bedroom. We all rose, and I took Mary's hand and
led her into our bedroom as Ken followed us. I then began to undress my
wife, starting with her shirt as I pulled it over her head and off. Next I
unhooked her bra and revealed her lovely mature breasts, then I pulled down
her skirt...letting it fall to the floor as she stepped out of it, at the
same time kicking off her sandles. In one quick pull, I slid off her
panties. I couldn't help kissing her body from her feet up to her pussy, as
Ken watched and got harder and hornier. He was very aroused at watching
this, and he began quickly undressing, as did I. Mary had her eyes closed
during a portion of my undressing her, but now she looked around toward the
bed, and then lay on it with her legs closed and bent toward her chest, and
her arms covering her breasts.....so shy, so vulnerable, so very needing to
be enjoyed by men...any men, for that's what I felt she was now meant to
do...to give her body to men who would enjoy her and remember how good
they'd felt when they were brought off and made to cum in her by her shy
femininity and delecate vulnerable beauty. If only we could both get her
pregnant...that was such an exciting thought, although we knew that she was
well past childbearing.

We were all now in the nude. Ken and I were very hard, and wet with
pre-cum. Mary saw how excited we were, and she then removed her
eye-glasses, which she'd forgot she was wearing. Her matronly
school-teacher look now vanished, and she looked ever so sexy waiting for
the inevitable...the enjoyment of her body by virile old gentlemen...her
husband and his special friend. After Ken had his way with his wife her
husband would then benefit by also taking into his body Ken's seed that ran
out of Mary's lovely pussy...drinking of the precious runoff out of Mary of
his friends cum. Then, Frank, her husband, would mount his warm and used
woman to cum inside of, and then Ken was going to be drinking from her
cup. An orgy of Ken and Frank cleaning eachother out and off was surely
going to be enjoyed by the men, and it was hoped that "our" woman, Mary,
was going to also use her feminine mouth, lips, and tongue to clean both of
us off alternately...to taste us both.

Mary said nothing...just lay on the bed, nervous, so vulnerable. "Go ahead,
Ken," I said. He nodded and moved to the bed and climbed on top of Mary.
She was somewhat startled at his abruptness, but she submitted by placing
her arms around him, at first half-heartedly, but them more naturally. Her
legs stayed together for the first few moments, but Ken gently used his
knees to move them apart as he lowered himself and began to kiss her neck,
shoulders, breasts and then her mouth...deep kisses with his tongue inside
her mouth. Mary's eyes widened as he began his loving of her, but then she
half closed them and turned her head to one side as he kissed her face and
neck while he sought entrance for his penis into her vagina. Mary waited
for the moment when this stange man, her husband's friend, would get to
know her as only, up to now, she'd been known by her husband. Then Ken was
in! He was claiming my wife......getting to enjoy her feminine
charms....experiencig the warmth of her body through her pussy snugly tight
around his cock.........having the honor of cumming in my woman.

Mary's eyes opened widely as she felt Ken thrust into her with the first
penetration. Ken moaned and began his thrusting motions and she utterred
"oh God, God," as his excitement continued to build. Her legs which were
spread but laying to the sides of Ken were then lifted up as she wrapped
them around him snuggly, welcoming her lover, and closed her eyes. Ken
said, "you're going to be mine sweet lady. I'm making you all mine." And
he continued to kiss her neck, her mouth, and sucked on her nipples...from
one to the other. He was very excited and near cumming, I thought. I then
bent over the bed and gently took hold of Ken's testicles and began to
massage them. "ohhhhh, ohhhh", he moaned, as he felt my hand work his
balls. I then got on the bed and began to kiss and lick his balls. He
responded by speeding up inside my wife. She responded by tightly holding
Ken in her arms and returning his kisses for the first time. I then felt
his balls pull up into his body and he let out a loud cry......"Mary, Mary,
aaahhhh, ooohhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming, aaarrrggghhhhh." It was a cry I'd
often heard when I sucked him off. He then thrust one last deep push and
stopped as his legs trembled and his testicles twitched in my hands.
Mary's face was flushed; her nails were digging into Ken's back, and her
legs were tightly wound around his waist. She cried out "Ken, oh Ken, it's
happening, so good, so good. Ahhhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhhh, you're such a man!
Finish in me, do it. You're the first other man to cum in me......to love
me. I love you." And he did it. They finally lay still. He'd taken her,
and she'd been won over...made to cum with a man other than her
husband...me, for the first time. I know that she was now feeling very
close to my friend, Ken, now that he'd cum inside her and she'd cum with
him. I was so wishing he'd made her pregnant.

Ken kissed her gently on the lips, as she returned the kiss, and he rolled
off her. I quickly bent my head over his softening cock and gripped it to
milk it of his last seminal spurt...a spurt brought on by my squeezing him
dry. His cum was thick and white...a strong taste in my mouth. I
swallowed it all. Mary had a calm dreamy look on her face, and I kissed
her on the lips...deeply into her mouth. "Mary, straddle my mouth," I told
her. She immediately complied, and I pulled her down so that her pussy
entrance was enveloped by my lips and I began to suck and sip. It was
great! What a load...it ran and ran and I eagerly swallowed Ken's seed.
When I was finished, Mary got off and bent down to French kiss me. She now
also knew what Ken's semen tasted like.

Now it was my turn to claim back my wife. I held her, looked deeply into
her eyes, and I said "I love you, Mary." I then began to do what I'd done
with her several thousand times in our 40 years of marriage. I took her
once more for both our pleasures. I came quickly, and she responded by
crying into my neck and chest as I finished inside her, filling her with my
copius semen. We held eachother for a while, and then I got off her, and
Ken got down between her lovely thighs and began eating her out, kissing
her legs, her body all over, and licking her anally to make her squirm with
delight. There wasn't a part of her body my friend didn't get to know the
feel and taste of in the last hour of our meeting together. Ken then
licked, sucked and cleaned my cock and balls...swallowing what semen there
was dripping from my cock. It all ended with Mary having a final orgasm to
the multiple hands, lips, mouths and tongues Of Ken and me, probing and
discovering her in the last few minutes of our play. Then we all dressed
back up, hugged, kissed, and parted totally satiated and happy with the
joys we'd discovered when a woman freely enjoys men who enjoy eachother as
well.

The Dragon's Cave

2009-05-14T10:07:00.002-07:00

Just thinking about the name made me a little nervous, but, I had signed up
for it, and now I had to do it.

The good thing was that it was in a friend's studio, a little place called
`The Dragon's Cave' off of our city's Chinatown.

I looked at the business card again as I got out of the car. As I shut the
door behind me, I looked up to see a painted-on sign that red `Dragon's
Den'. The studio was next to some dry-cleaners and a movie rental place. I
approached the door and knocked.

A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a tall asian man a few years
older than my own 21 years. He was shirtless but in shorts, and I could not
help but noticing that he had a tattoo of a dragon's body that swept across
most of his lower stomach, losing itself under his shorts, and chest.
Another thing I noticed was that he was quite fit, and I could have easily
washed my shirt on his abs.

"You must be...Robert,"

I smiled back and said, "Yeah, and you're Lee, right?"

He nodded. "Come on in, shoes at the door."

I followed suit, left my sandals at the door.

The studio, for its size, was pretty spacy. On one side was a backdrop, no
doubt painted by my friend, Lee's girlfriend, and the cameras pointed at
it. I spotted my friend, Lisa, rummaging through a box near where the
computers were set up on the other side of the studio. Far near the back
were a couch, a coffee table. and a big screen television.

I walked over to where Lisa was. For some reason, she was clad in a black,
one-piece swimsuit, and the box she was going through was a box of nothing
other than dildos.

"Hey Robert!" she said, looking up at me and holding two dildos. "Pick
one!"

"Uh...what?"

She shook both dildos, each about six inches in length, at me. "Pick one."

"I don't intend to use those."

"I know that, stupid, they're for my own personal use."

"Oh...the one on the left, then."

"Sweet, the bathroom's over there, and a robe for you to use when you
undress."

I nodded.

She smiled and coyly pointed one of the sex toys at me. "You're not backing
out, right?"

I shook my head.

"Don't be nervous, you'll be fine. Now, go on and change."

"Question, though. Why did you all call this place the Dragon's Cave. You
don't seem to be the type to go around perpetuating stereotypes."

"Oh, I know, but it gets the clientele."

I laughed, then walked to the restroom and closed the door behind me. The
bathroom itself was deceptively big, as well. It had a large tub and
shower, the toilet and the sink and enough room to move around. Undressing,
I stepped into the shower and let the water run warm on my body for a bit,
then, a thorough shower followed. Even though I had showered before coming
over, I wanted to be fully clean. After a good twenty minutes, I stepped
out and looked at myself in the mirror.

I wasn't that bad-looking of a guy. Despite some less-than-mediocre success
at matters of love, I was pretty good looking and had a charismatic
personality. The man in the mirror stared back at me, admiring himself and
myself as I did the same.

I stood about five foot nine, had a permanent tan by virtue of my latin
birth, and I was fit to an extent. I wasn't about to try out for the
Olympics anytime soon, but I could hold my own in the local tennis leagues
whenever they started up.

I put on the robe and stepped out, back to the studio, and I walked over to
where the cameras were pointed at the backdrop. Lee and Lisa were there,
chatting.

"So, are we ready?" Lee said, looking at me.

"Wait, what exactly are we going to do?" I had to ask.

"It's simple, you stand on that satin cushion thing we've spread out, and
you follow orders," Lisa said. "Nothing that involves rocket science, I
know you hate math. Now, off with the robe."

I gulped, feeling a bit guilty that Lisa's curves had caused a sudden rise
in my shaft.

"Don't feel bad, we've seen it all." Lee said, and that was all the
encouragement I needed. I stepped out of my robe and into the mat.

"Hey, you're pretty big," Lisa said, gesturing at my six-inch tool, now
standing erect. I shot a nervous look at Lee.

"Don't worry about it, Robert, I'm not jealous." He said, laughing.

I relaxed a little and the photosession began. It was nothing too fancy,
just poses, a few that required more flexibility than others, but I pulled
it off.

And then things got interesting.

"Join him." Lee commanded.

I saw Lisa step out of her swimsuit and I just about had a stroke. She was
beautiful in her natural state, perky breasts, a smooth and thin body, her
boyish hair (a contrast to Lee's long, shoulder-length hair) only making
her appear even sexier. She tiptoed up to where I was and got dangerously
close. Lee resumed giving orders. We took a full series of photos in
different poses, some that required for her to press her warm body against
mine and give my erection even more pain.

After awhile of torture, Lee put his camera down. "I'm going to go upload
the pictures, Lisa, you might want to get rid of his erection, if he goes
any longer I think he'll die."

At this point, I had no idea what else was going to go on. "Relax, it's
just a way to show our appreciation."

I could only nod as Lisa calmly knelt down and took me in her mouth. The
feeling was amazing. I had gotten my cock serviced quite a few times
before, but Lisa's blowjob was by far the best I had received at that
point.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation and felt Lisa shuffling around
beneath me, probably to get a better posture.

And then it happened.

I felt a finger, coated in a lubricant, slide up into my ass.

"What the-" I barked out, at the sudden intrusion, and opened my eyes. Lisa
was still at work on my cock, but now one finger was sliding into my
ass. Then another.

The feeling was surprisingly...amazing.

I neared orgasm, but Lisa was not going to let me get away that easily. She
pulled my cock from her mouth and stood up.

"On your hands and knees."

"Why?"

"Why are you asking questions? On your hands and knees."

I obeyed and got on my hands and knees. Lisa walked over to the side where
the cameras where and fished out a sex toy.

A dildo, to be exact.

The same one I had chosen.

"I thought that was for personal use," I blurted out, not thinking.

"Oh, it is," Lisa replied, with an evil glint in her eye. "For my personal
strap-on."

Until then I had failed to notice how the shaft ended in a weird shape, and
could only stare as Lisa fixed it to another garment, lubed it up, and
stepped into it.

I could have stood up and left then.

Could have at least fought back and attempted to put on my clothes, which
were still in the restroom.

I could have.

But curiosity killed the cat.

Or in this case, curiosity fucked me.

I wanted to find out.

She settled behind me and placed the lubed-up dildo at the entrance to my
ass.

And then she went in, slowly at first, letting me get used to the feeling.

Then she started taking long, slow strokes, one hand squeezing my ass and
the other giving me a reach around.

And boy, it was fun.

Growing up, I had always wanted to figure out why some men enjoyed the
feeling of a cock up their ass, if it hurt.

Now, I knew why, even if it was with a fake penis.

As Lisa settled into a pace and had me toeing the line to orgasm, I saw
another sight that took my breath away. Lee had stepped out of his trousers
and was now standing in full naked glory in front of me, and now I knew why
he had nothing to be jealous about.

His cock, at whose base that dragon tattoo ended, or rather, seemed to flow
into, was a full eight inches, thick and cut.

Lisa slammed into me and I gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain. In that
small moment my mouth was open wide, Lee slid into my mouth, his cock
immediately tickling the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but I
fought it back and concentrated on giving this man pleasure. I thought
about all the porn films I had watched and thought about what the women
usually did to please their man. I flicked my tongue around his slightly
salty tip as it went in and out, slightly bobbed my head to the side in
each entry, and we kept this up for a good ten minutes, my balls about to
burst from the pleasure. And then, he shuddered, stuck himself full on into
me, and released.

A few jets of hot seed hit the back of my throat and I swallowed.

But miraculously, it did not soften one bit.

He walked in back of me and switched places with Lisa. I heard a wet `plop'
as my ass was suddenly free of an intruder.

But not for long.

Without ceremony, Lee just penetrated into me, and this time, it hurt. He
must have sensed it, so he had the kindness to leave his dragon inside me
so my ass could get used to the feeling.

"So...deliciously tight." Lee breathed out, slowly picking up a pace. I
found some humor in the situation. "Well, I was a virgin. Keyword, was."

"Well, with a beautiful ass like this," Lee said as he slapped and groped
both of my cheeks, "I'm surprised, now, do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes!" I heard myself say before my mind kicked in. "Fuck me hard!"

And so he did.

With slow, careful strokes, he began pushing out and then in out of my
more-than-willing ass. I was in heaven, or so I thought until Lisa stepped
back into the picture, settling herself down on me and spread her legs so I
could see, smell and taste her wet cunt.

And that's exactly what I did. With that long, thick cock still in my ass,
I began to eat out Lisa, using my tongue to explore.

I was a natural at that, and a long list of women would back me up in that
matter. Lisa would become one of them, definitely, as I spread her lips
apart with my hands and used my tongue to nurse her clit slowly but
tantalizingly. Then Lee placed one hand on my shoulder in order to ram into
me deeper and the other he wrapped around my own cock, which was just
screaming for attention.

To this day, I don't know how we timed it so perfectly.

Lisa came first, sending a strong flow of juices at me.

Then I came, spilling out my own seed into the floor as Lee jacked me off.

And then the dragon spoke.

Lee rammed into me one last time, then I felt his cock slightly swell, and
then he exploded wave after wave of warm seed into me. It was heaven at
last.

Panting heavily, the three of us simply nestled against each other, kissing
passionately. Lee's cock eventually slipped out of my ass, but it would be
awhile before it slid out of my life altogether.

Involving My Wife

2009-05-14T10:07:00.001-07:00

I am a white 69 year old married bi-sexual male, 5'4" tall, 140lbs, 6.5"
cut, graying black hair, fairly hairy, and medium complexion and I've been
married to the same women for over 40 years. For the past 11 months I have
been having sexual experiences with men and providing them with oral sexual
pleasure. I've been with 33 men, and I have successfully brought 30 of
them to sexual climax and eagerly swallowed their ejaculate. It has been
and continues to be a journey of discovery and thrilling experiences of
intimacy with my same sex. I've written 20 stories on the Nifty Erotic
Stories Archive, and many of the stories are about many of the thoughts,
needs, desires, feelings, and future hopes concerning my continuing
indulgence in male-to-male sexual intimacy.

Ever since I began my encounters with men some 11 months ago, I have been
fantasizing and entertaining thoughts of bringing my wife, Mary, into my
meetings with some of the men...particularly several of the men with whom
I've had repeat encounters. Unfortunately, my wife bespectabled, 66, 5'4"
tall, 137lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, fair complexion,and very slender
model-like legs, did not share any of my fantasies or desires to be
involved with men...particularly men with whom she had no friendship or
bond of mutual knowledge. As time went by I finally broke the news to my
wife about my bi-sexual proclivities and of the past 11 months of enjoying
intimacies with a number of men. She was totally shocked by my
revelations, at first even revolted, but with some calming talk by me, I
succeeded in convincing her of the safety and care I exercised in my choice
of men, and of our careful practices which made me very safe and not in any
danger of health risks, of which she was most fearful. I then worked on
suggesting to her the tremendous excitement and pleasure that she could
experience. How much more alive it would make her feel, and how much it
meant to me to have her with me, how it would brinig us closer together in
our own intimacies, etc. This I did earnestly, and convincingly, I
thought, in order to convince her to come with me to these sexual m/m
encounters. While doing the talking ove a period of weeks, I held out
little hope for changing her mind and agreeing to do as I asked. Then,
unexpectedly, during our having sex one night, she changed her mind!

I was stunned, elated, excited, and totally in love with her anew for what
she was saying and agreeing to do...for me. She said. She would do it to
please me, but she was apprehensive about it all. After all, I'd been the
only man she'd ever been with...a virgin on our wedding night...something I
was certainly aware had been true. She was morally very conservative...with
a religious basis in her feelings about sexual purity and monogomy. But she
was agreeing to shariing her body with me and other men, and to watching
and participating in sexual acts with men...with me and men and her and
men...wonderful!

There were three men with whom I'd had repeated sexual encounters that I
wanted Mary to be taken by....actually penetrated and inseminated by. I was
very excited by the thought of these friends of mine, who'd been sucked off
by me, and whose semen I'd repeatedly swallowed over the past year, having
sex with Mary...cumming inside her and uttering the sounds of pleasure
which I'd come to know so well when they'd ejaculated inside my mouth and
had me swallow their seed. The thought of them bucking and bellowing while
Mary had her beautiful slender legs wrapped tightly around them while they
each deeply unloaded their semen inside her lovely vagina had me out of my
mind horny. I was going to get to drink from her pussy after they'd enjoyed
her. I was going to do one of the most intimate things I could think of
with a woman and men...at the same time! I wanted to drink each of the
men's semen from cunt! I also wanted to drain the men and clean them after
each came inside my lovely wife. We were going to be so bonded...close,
connected in such an intimate way. I could scarcely contain myself.

Milton, the 2nd. man I sucked off, jay, the 6th man whose cum I'd
swallowed, and Ken around the 20th I'd done where the men who were the
lucky chosen ones. Milton was 5'5", 165lbs, very hairy, uncut, 6", 69
years old. Jay was 6', 185lbs, cut, 7" 72 years old, and finally there was
Ken, 5'11", 220lbs, cut, 6.5", 59 years old. These were bi-sexual
men...Milton with a girl friend, Jay with a wife, and Ken with a live-in
girl friend. They were what I considered gentlemen, and very respectable.

Milton had hosted me a number of times...even hosted me along with a
3rd. man for a couple of 3-somes. Jay had even been in one of them, and
Ken had sucked off Milton a couple of months ago. So, all of the men knew
eachother. It was my wife, Mary, who was the newbie...not only to being a
part of a m/m/m sexual encounter, but being involved with a man other than
myself....in a m/m/m/f encounter! She was very nervous about it all. in
the week before our meeting, which we had set a date and time for, she told
me how apprehensive she was. I assured her that I would take care that she
not be harmed or demeaned in any way, and that she would be highly
cherished by all of us, and be the object of pleasure but also someone who
was going to be pleasured as well...that all of us men would see to it that
she would be rewarded with ecstasy and TLC. I meant it, and she believed
me... believed in me, more to the point.

The Saturday afternoon finally arrive. It was 1pm, and Mary and I drove
the 6 miles to Milton's apartment in about 20 minutes. She was quiet and
sat with her legs close together and her arms folded across her lap
throughout the drive. She wore a medium length skirt, a light colored
shirt, and open sandles, as it was quite warm for a spring day. She had on
little make-up, and no jewelry. She wore a bra and panties, but no
slip. She looked so sexy...so vulnerable, so ready to be taken...to
pleasure us men, and hopefully, to enjoy what all of us could give
her....masculine sex from men who knew eachother in as intimate a way as
men can know eachother....having had m/m sexual pleasures with eachother
numerous times. I'd swallowed their semen. We'd sucked eachothers off. We
were special friends.

We knocked at Milton's door, and he answered wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Ken and Jay had already arrived and sat on a couch. Jay wore jeans and a
sport shirt, and Ken wore a pull-over and short pants. They both wore
walking shoes. Their eyes seemed to light up when they saw Mary. She
smiled as she greeted each of the men, taking their hands to shake. She
made eye contact with them, and they with her. These were my intimate male
sexual partners who were going to experience sexual orgasms by my wife...by
fucking my beautiful lady. And she was going to receive each of my men's,
an my, semen into her lovely feminine mature body. I could hardly wait for
us to cum in her, and for me to sip from her lovely cup, and then to drain
each of my friends softening cocks of their residual semen...the last drops
of their cum while they were coming down from the high of having fucked my
wife and cumming in her.

We sat and chatted for a few minutes. All of us men were calm and
comfortable, while also getting hard and horny as we anticipated what was
to happen. They all eyed Mary, and she knew it and clamped her legs
together from the embarrassment she was feeling...knowing how they yearned
to get inside of her and make her theirs. She smiled, tried to contribute
to the small talk, tried to keep eye-contact. Finally I suggested we go
into the bedroom. We all rose, and took Mary's hand and led her into
Milton's bedroom. I then began to undress my wife, starting with her shirt
as I pulled it over her head and off. Next I unhooked her bra and revealed
her lovely mature breasts, then I pulled down her skirt...letting it fall
to the floor as she stepped out of it, at the same time kicking off her
sandles. In one quick pull, I slid off her panties. The men were very
aroused at watching this, and they began quickly undressing, as did I.
Mary had her eyes closed during a portion of my undressing her, but now he
looked around toward the bed, and then lay on it with her legs closed and
bend toward her chest, and her arms covering her breasts.

Everyone was now in the nude. We men all were hard, and most of us were
wet with pre-cum. Mary saw how excited we were, and she then removed her
eye-glasses, which she'd forgot she was wearing. Her matronly
school-teacher look now vanished, and she looked ever so sexy waiting for
the inevitable...the possession of her body by virile older gentlemen...her
husband among them, who would be the last in line, and who would benefit by
also taking into his body each of the men's seed that ran out of Mary's
lovely pussy...drinking of the precious runoff out of Mary of his friends
cum.

Who would be first, second, and third? I was to be last, this I'd decided.
We asked Mary to choose. She hesitated, looked at each of the men, and then
she chose. Jay was to be first, followed by Ken, and then Milton. I
didn't care. I was going to get the runoff of what they seeded her with
regardless of the order the procession.

Jay moved to the bed and climbed on top of Mary. She was somewhat startled
at his abruptness, but she submitted by placing her arms around him, at
first half-heartedly, but them more naturally. Her legs stayed together
for the first few moments, but Jay used his knees to force them apart as he
lowered himself and began to kiss her neck, shoulders, breasts and then her
mouth...deep kisses with his tongue inside her mouth. Mary's eyes widened
as he began his assault of her, but then she half closed them and turned
her head to one side as he kissed her face and neck while he sought
entrance for his penis into her vagina. Then he was in.

Her eyes opened widely as she felt him thrust into her with the first
penetration. He moaned and began his motion and she utterred "oh God,
God," as his excitement continued to build. Her legs which were spread but
laying to the sides of Jay were then liften up as she wrapped them around
him snuggly and closed her eyes. Jay said, "you're going to be mine little
lady. I'm making you all mine." And he continued to kiss her neck, her
mouth, and sucked on her nipples...from one to the other. He was very
excited and near cumming, I thought. I then bent over the bed and gently
took hold of his testicles and began to massage them. "ohhhhh, ohhhh", he
moaned, as he felt my hand work his balls. I then got on the bed and began
to kiss and lick his balls. He responded by speeding up inside my wife. She
responded by tightly holding Jay in her arms and returning his kisses for
the first time. I then felt his balls pull up into his body and he let out
a loud cry......"aaahhhh, ooohhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming, aaarrrggghhhhh",
and he thrust one last deep push and stopped as his legs trembled and his
testicles twitched in my hands. Mary's face was flushed; her nails were
digging into Jays back, and her legs were tightly clenched around his
waist. She cried out "Jay, oh Jay, it's happening, so good, so
good. Finish in me, do it." And he did it. They finally lay still. He'd
taken her, and she'd been won over...made to cum with another man other
than her husband...me, for the first time.

Jay kissed her gently on the lips and rolled off her. I quickly bent my
head over his softening cock and gripped it to milk it of his last seminal
spurt...a spurt brought on by my squeezing him dry. His cum was thick and
white...a strong taste for my mouth. I swallowed it. Mary had a calm
dreamy look on her face, and I kissed her on the lips...deeply into her
mouth. "Mary, straddle my mouth," I told her. She immediately complied,
and I pulled her down so that her pussy entrance was enveloped by my lips
and I began to suck and sip. It was great! What a load...it ran and ran
and I eagerly swallowed jay's seed. When I was finished, Mary got off and
bent down to French kiss me. She now also knew what Jays semen tasted
like.

It was now Ken's turn in line. Ken and Milton had been stroking and
feeling eachother's cocks all the while Mary was being fucked, and now they
were really wet and hard. Ken got on the bed and quickly mounted my wife.
She eagerly spread her legs for Ken to enter her, which he did in one
smooth motion as he embraced her and kissed her passion- ately. Mary
responded instantly by wrapping her arms and legs around him and returning
his ardour. Ken wasted no time. He was very close to cumming already, so
his thrusts were quick and deep, and his kisses and caresses prefunctory.
He needed to cum, and Mary was his place to do it. I got behind him and
began to fondle his balls...kissing and licking them. He moaned, and Mary
sighed as she felt him swelling inside her. "Come on Ken, fill me up, do
it, ohhhhh, aaahhhhh, yes, yes," she cried out as an orgasm swept over her
and her legs and arms squeezed the big man who was taking her. Ken now was
bucking, and he bellowed her name...."Mary, Mary, you're mine sweetheart,
all mine. I'm going to breed you. Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh, aaarrrrggghhhhh," and
his body trembled and he tensed up with a final deep thrust as his semen
washed through her vagina. His balls were very tight inside his body as I
felt him unload while fondling them, and I squeezed them one final time as
he relaxed between my wife's legs and in her arms.

Kens penis, so familiar to me, felt wonderful in my mouth as a milked the
residual semen from it. Ken got off the bed, and Mary, knowing the
routine, straddled me for the rushing stream of kens sperm from her pussy
lips into my open mouth. I sipped, sucked and swallowed all that came down
from her. It was so intimate...so deeply personal to experience both of
them at once like that...Ken and Mary, as I had moments before experienced
Jay and Mary in just that way. I fondly kissed my wife, inserting my tongue
into her mouth for her to taste Kens ejaculate. She knew him that way now,
as well.

Milton was dripping pre-cum so that his cock's tip was shiny with it. "Oh,
Mary," he said. "I'm ready for you darling." He quickly got on top of my
wife and just as quickly mounted her. She winced at his abruptness, but
quickly held him with her arms and legs and began to kiss him on his neck
and wet kiss his ears. He enjoyed that, and also loved sucking on her
nipples and kissing her neck and breasts. She French kissed him as he
began to thrust in her faster and faster. He, too, was near cumming after
all he'd watched before getting his turn. Mary sighed and said "that's it,
Milton, come ahead, come on, fill me up. What a man you are." She was
spurring him on to get through the last of the three "strangers." I
surmised. And it was working. Before I could even place a hand, much less
my mouth, on Miltons ball sac, he was beginning to climax. "Ahhhhh,
aaarrrggghhh, ohhhhhh, Mary, Mary," he bellowed out, and then he began to
ejaculate. Mary was taken by surprise as her eyes widened and then closed
as she accepted this strange man's seed inside her. She wasn't cumming, but
she just submitted to my friend and allowed him the ultimate liberty with
her lovely body. She held him tightly as he continued to ejaculate deep
inside her...even kissing his face and ears, and telling him "good man,
such a man, I can feel it. It's so warm, Milton, so nice and warm. Thank
you."

Milton was just totally drained...exhausted, and Mary gently rolled him off
her with a parting kiss on the lips. I pounced on Miltons cock to suck him
dry, as I had so often done in the recent past. He had a nice gob of sperm
for me to swallow, which I did. As before with the other men, I kissed Mary
deeply with my tongue so that she could learn what Milton's semen tasted
like...know him in that special way as I knew each of the men.

Now it was my turn to claim back my wife. I held her, looked deeply into
her eyes, and I said "I love you, Mary." I then began to do what I'd done
with her several thousand times in our 40 years of marriage. I took her
once more for both our pleasures. I came quickly, and she responded by
crying into my neck and chest as I finished inside her, filling her with my
copius semen. We held eachother for a while, and then I got off her and
each of the men took turns eating her out, kissing her legs, her body all
over, and licking her anally to make her squirm with delight. There wasn't
a part of her body my friends didn't get to know the feel and taste of in
the last hour of our meeting together. It all ended with Mary having a
final orgasm to the multiple hands, lips, mouths and tongues probing and
discovering her in the last few minutes of our play.

We all dressed back up, hugged, kissed, and parted totally satiated and
happy with the joys we'd discovered when a woman freely enjoys men who
enjoy eachother as well.

House Calls- finale

2009-05-14T10:06:00.000-07:00

What Patty found most fascinating was the fact that like her male patient
this morning mister Harding was uncut. His penis was averaged sized, six
inches if you measured it right. It was standing not quite straight out and
drooping just a little. She hadn't had a lot of lovers before she married
Jim and, as the fates would have it, they'd all been circumcised. In fact
the only other cock she could recall seeing, much less touching, with the
foreskin still attached was Kevin Reynolds'.

The embarrassed man clasped his hands modestly in front of his semi erect
manhood and apologized again.

"Lie down on the bed please," the nurse said as she collected a pair of
exam gloves from her kit.

Laying on his back his penis lay on his abdomen lolling slightly to the
side. When Patty's latex covered fingers took gentle hold of his member the
old man groaned. The nurse glanced up at his face but was unable to
determine if it was an expression of shame or arousal. Sliding the foreskin
back the bluish purple head emerged and the flexible head cover folded
neatly into its place behind the corona. Visually inspecting the glans for
lesions or abnormalities she could feel the blood pumping in and the member
growing between her fingers.

"Agghh..." the reclining man groaned softly.

"It's OK don't be embarrassed... it's perfectly normal and natural" the
nurse said soothingly.

`This is so unfair!' Patty thought as she began to pull the stretch skin
further back. `The poor man hasn't had sexual gratification in... who knows
how long, and here I am touching his needy pecker and making him even more
miserable.'

By the time she had retracted the prepuce enough to see under the collar of
the mushroom shaped head mister Harding's member was nearly at full
attention.

`This is bound to make it worse,' she realized when she used her right hand
to gently but thoroughly open the slit exposing the end of the aroused
man's urethra. She wasn't surprised to see a glistening drop of seminal
fluid threatening to leak out.

The penis she was holding daintily between two fingers and her thumb was
very firm but she wouldn't have given it a ten in terms of erectile status;
more like a solid eight. Her patient groaned deeply once more as the tip of
his manhood was examined. The vocalization announced the progression of his
arousal. She thought she detected movement in the puckered scrotum and
couldn't help thinking about how hard she had worked try to get her husband
this turned-on.

`Here I am doing my best to not make this procedure sexual and I'm
torturing this poor man half to death.'

She could certainly empathize with having a mate who was sexually
non-functional. The injustice of it all struck her again.

"Hang in there," she encouraged, "almost done this part."

The retired welder thought his balls were going to implode. The pressure in
his nuts was more than he'd felt in years. He hadn't masturbated in several
days and that was now working very much to his disadvantage.

`Like she said... hang in there Phil... When this is over I'm gonna spank
this monkey so hard...' It wasn't helpful to let his mind go there.

He felt the rubber covered hand on his inner thigh and the nurse saying,

"Open for me, please."

Compliantly the supine welder spread his legs further apart providing the
gorgeous creature with the tantalizing hands access to his sack. The
delicate little fingers rolled his aching testicles and squeezed just a
little. Phillip felt the waves of heat rising up from his loins and making
his head spin.

`It's a good thing she let go of my dick before she did that or it might
have been all over' the older man concluded.

There was something soothing about the ball massage. It reduced the
achy-ness he had been feeling but at the same time it was making his member
pulse and twitch.

Rolling the tender orbs in her fingers the thought that occurred to the
pantiless nurse was, `This is inhumane.'

It was impossible to not see the rigid cock jerk as she performed the
necessary procedure. The thought of stuffing that enticing member into her
aching pussy flashed through her mind and she had to clear her throat to
cover the sob that tried to escape. She knew it wasn't that cock that she
wanted.

`If only Jim could...' Patty snatched her mind back from her marital
woes. Back to the torture she was inflicting.

Her patient couldn't decide if he was relieved or disappointed when the
tiny exploring hand let go of his balls. He had no doubt whatsoever about
the clenching tingling in his rectum when he saw his examiner pull a tube
of lubricant from the bag at her feet and say,

"Roll on you side, away from me."

Phillip had no experience with anal stimulation in a sexual context. The
only time anything had ever gone up his ass was during his annual physical,
and this was the same thing; right. Wrong! Having his MALE family doctor
probe his butt was one thing; uncomfortable but certainly not arousing. To
have this... this voluptuous woman performing the most personal of
examinations was quite another matter. Complying with the nurse's order the
retired welder could feel everything in his pelvis tightening up. His
throbbing dick and aching balls were now joined by a chorus of nervous
anticipation from his anus.

As soon as he had rotated onto his right side, he felt the little rubber
covered hand touch him just above his hairy knee. "Draw this leg up to your
chest" she instructed. Phillip simply couldn't stifle the moan.

The noise that emanated from her patient touched the nurse's heart and
pussy simultaneously.

`This is so cruel' she lamented applying a big blob of the clear gel to the
fingers of her right hand.

When she separated the very firm hairy cheeks, the feel of the man's
buttock in her hand made her pussy go into a spasm. Patricia was forced to
pause a couple of seconds to allow her head to clear. During the brief
interval she suddenly had an inspiration.

`It doesn't have to be this way... I could... uh, satisfy him!'

The thought carried with it a vision of her straddling the retired
welder. She shuddered at the image of her patient's very serviceable penis
sliding into her; but it wasn't Phillip Harding's dick she wanted it was
Jim Cornaveau's.

Rejecting the obvious and unacceptable solution she explored the oral
option briefly and rejected it too.

`I'd still feel like I was cheating' she concluded `but my hand... I could
do it with my hand... that wouldn't be cheating. It's just like an
extension of the routine exam. I bet if I'd checked the head more
thoroughly... kinda like I did with the Reynolds boy... he would have cum
while I was examining him.'

She was somewhat absorbed in her rationalizations and justifications; so
much so that she forgot all about prostrate exam protocol. She had begun to
apply the lube the old man's puckered ring; gently circling the textured
hot spot while contemplating the possible scenarios for relieving the poor
sex starved retiree of his burden.

Mister Harding's plaintive cry snapped her back to reality and she realized
what she had been doing.

`It's supposed to be applied aggressively; it's not supposed to feel like a
caress...' she recited the procedure in her mind.

`Oops too late... First you flash him the goods and then you finger his ass
for about a minute... now you really owe him.'

Phillip was amazed how sensitive his rectum was. Not surprised that there
was a lot of feeling there but shocked by how erotic it felt when the
adorable young woman fingered it. It had been a mystery to him up to that
moment what the attraction of anal sex was. Now he was quite sure his balls
were tighter than they'd ever been in his life and his dick was as hard as
it had gotten when he was seventeen. It was comforting to know that under
some stimulation he could actually still get that hard. He was wondering if
it would stay that way long enough for him to enjoy it in the privacy of
the bathroom after the nurse left, when she said,

"OK honey, I need you to really try to relax for me... you're gonna feel
some pressure but it won't hurt' she promised.

Phillip did not read anything into the term of endearment being used. His
wife called almost everybody honey; whether she knew them or not.

Patty carefully centered her longest finger on the sphincter and pressed
firmly and steadily. The man let all of his breath out in a controlled
sigh, doing his best to follow orders. Missus Cornaveau felt the intense
heat of the interior on her finger and when she'd penetrated far enough she
joined the longest finger with the second longest and continued to invade
the old man's butt.

Phillip felt a tremendous wave of heat near his asshole that seemed to
spread slowly toward his nuts. The novel penetrated feeling was very
interesting; maybe not quite as sensual feeling as the caress on the
outside but... nice.

Patty's examination of his prostate took less than ten seconds. She noted
that the gland was slightly enlarged but within the limits for a man his
age. With her responsibilities to Bogdan and Associates, not to mention
Independent Life met, she was free to fulfill her perceived obligation to
mister Harding himself.

She was better prepared for her mission of mercy this time. Patty had
applied a glob of the clear slippery goo to her left hand before she
penetrated her patient. Reaching around she found his leg was rather in the
way, so she decided to go under it. She lost a bit of the goop on his hairy
thighs when she forced her hand between them, but that was OK `cause she
had plenty. Locating his rigid pole, she smeared the lubricating gel up and
down his uncut member.

For the deprived man lying on his side the sensation of his prostate gland
being massaged was indescribable. While the nurse was stroking the walnut
like organ he felt pressure building in his abdomen. He couldn't actually
feel her fingers on the gland it was a more general sensation of heat and
tightness throughout his pelvis and down into his testicles. He was acutely
aware that his pecker was so hard now that it was beginning to ache. When
she forced her hand between his legs from below and began to apply the cool
feeling slippery lubricating gel to his steel-bar hard manhood he wailed.

Patty felt the hips jerk when she wrapped her hand around him. She wasn't
too familiar with the uncut version of male equipment but she certainly
knew that the bulbous head was the most sensitive part. She had applied so
much lube that she had to grip him quite firmly in order to retract his
foreskin. As soon as she had accomplished that task she applied a liberal
amount of the gel to the silky smooth end of his cock in sort of rotating
motion. Her patient was grunting and groaning louder now and she was pretty
sure this wasn't going to take very long. It was disappointing because she
was enjoying the familiar but sadly infrequent pleasure of stroking a hard
dick.

She was envisioning her fourth date with Jim over eight years ago. She had
performed this same service that night in his car outside her
apartment. The two main differences being; that time she'd had to use her
spit for lubrication and her soon to be husband's cock was circumcised. She
was remembering how the love of her life had opened her blouse and teased
her sensitive breasts until she thought she'd explode; how in her
conservative morality would not allow her to let him come upstairs, knowing
that she'd never be able to resist letting him into her bed.

`Pretty much out lived that morality now... Patricia,' she chasten herself
while she continued to jack the old man off.

The reminiscence had her tits tingling and her cunt burning. She squirmed
on the chair not even thinking about the mess her uncovered pussy would be
making on the back of her navy skirt.

She wasn't sure if she should pull the foreskin with the stroke or leave it
retracted. If Phillip had been a lover instead of a client she would have
asked. Instead she simply decided to alternate; a couple of strokes over
his exposed knob then a couple with much firmer pressure dragging the loose
skin up and down.

The tone and volume of her patient's moaning told her the time was very
near. In a soothing encouraging voice she whispered,

"It's OK honey... let it go... just let yourself cum, you know you need
to."

It was as though some part of his brain was waiting for permission. He
heard the nurse's words over his own ecstatic sounds and with a final gut
wrenching grunt ejaculated so hard that it felt as if his nuts had been
shot out the end of his dick. The first jet hit him in the mid chest
clinging in the grey hairs. Despite the nurse's continued pressure on his
spasming prostate the second and third eruptions simply dribbled onto the
latex glove.

Patty realized the mess they'd made as she pulled her fingers slowly and
gently out of his ass and from between his thighs. His jism along with
copious amounts of lubricating gel were all over the retired welder and the
bed. The sixty-two year old stayed on his side moaning as the waves of heat
made his head spin out of control.

In the ensuite washroom Patty had a sense of d�j� vu removing her skirt and
cleaning the mess between her legs.

`How many times have I done this today?' she wondered, and then decided
`why not just say every time?'

The toilet tissue wasn't good enough. When she used the wash cloth and
towel from the rack she wondered if it was his wife's or his. She hoped it
was his; a little souvenir, temporary memento, of an afternoon mister
Harding would never forget.

She returned to the bedroom stuffing everything back in her bag. The
biological waste bag had accompanied her to the washroom so she could
properly dispose of the cum drenched and ass probing gloves. Examination
kit in hand she picked up her jacket from the back of the chair, and with a
last glance over her shoulder, left mister Harding's bedroom without
another word.

Approaching the living room Patty was relieved to hear snoring. Agnes
Harding was sound asleep in the recliner; the soap opera on the television
playing along to an audience of none. Grateful for not having to `make
nice' with the wife of the man she'd just given a hand-job to she slipped
silently out of the house.

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Tom Bogdan saw his wife and little Michelle walk by the front of his office
hand in hand. Any doubt about how their luncheon had played out was
immediately dispelled. The General Manger hadn't really had any doubt. He
was well aware of his wife's powers of persuasion. Poking his head out the
door he asked,

"Nice lunch ladies?" with just a hint of sarcasm, and then added "What'd ya
have?" with a mischievous grin.

The look on Delia's face said it all. Michelle on the other hand looked
disoriented; confused. The Halle Berry look alike guided the pixie to her
desk where the girl sat down still looking transfixed. Seeing the glow on
his wife's face made his member jump to attention.

Delia, who had a sixth sense about these things, noticed the movement in
his trouser leg immediately. She didn't need to put on a sexy walk; it came
as naturally to her as breathing. Crossing the short distance between them
she put her hands on his chest and whispered,

"Let's fuck."

They retreated into his office. Tom yanked the vertical blinds shut as he
passed.

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Jim Cornaveau stopped at the liquor store on his way home. He chose a mid
range domestic champagne not quite having the confidence to splurge yet. A
few doors down he picked up a dozen roses. In the aging Honda on the way
home he was imagining the show Patty had put on for him a couple of weeks
ago. The swelling in his shorts was a welcome surprise. The fact that she
hadn't tried again lately was not encouraging.

`Maybe she's given up on me,' he feared. `I'll show her... I'll show her
tonight that I'm back... good as new.'

His manhood was still feeling pretty frisky as he pulled into the driveway
at a quarter after three.

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In the car Patricia took a moment to collect herself. She'd had quite a
day.

`If they're all like this I don't know if I can take it.'

Except for the breakdown with the Reynolds girl this morning she'd been
strung out on the edge of hyper arousal all day.

`If I don't get this taken care of soon I think there's gonna be physical
damage.'

She knew that wasn't true, but her level of need had certainly passed
painful and was accelerating toward unbearable.

It would be so easy if Jim was himself. They'd never had a problem
satisfying each others needs before he lost his job. Even afterward for a
while, a few months, things had worked OK. When the depression had taken
over six or eight months after he left Ford, that's when it started going
downhill in a big way.

`The medication... that's part of the problem but I was really sure he was
gonna... gonna...' she couldn't allow herself to think about her husband
driving the car off a bridge or into the path of a tractor-trailer or what
ever other plan she was sure he'd made to end his existence.

Playing with mister Harding's dick had resurrected the old needs and her
pussy was already boiling from her examination of missus Howard. Thinking
of the redhead's hairy vulva inevitably made her think of Simone. The
seamstress's parting comment when she dropped off her new business suits,

`zhe `air... I can `elp you wiss eet'.

Patty closed her eyes and imagined herself at the Boutique on fifth.

`What would she do if I showed up there this afternoon to take her up on
the offer?'

The hyper aroused nurse shuddered thinking about the talented French woman
between her legs, preparing to shave her...

`What would she do when she saw how wet I already am?' Patty's pussy
answered the question with a gut wrenching throb that made her moan.

`I've got options,' she realized. `There's the toy drawer at home...'
tapping into her stash of plastic pleasure tools could fill the urgent
need, but she always felt so... so lonely afterward; lonely and sad.

`They've been good enough for the last year... more' she argued with
herself. `But that was before Delia...' was the next thought that invaded
her tortured mind.

The image of her beautiful, sexy boss materialized. She didn't see the
woman pulling off her top in Exam 1, or even the chocolate skinned
bi-sexual straddling her head on the board room table. The picture that
appeared in her mind was of her employer laid out on the table in Exam 2
taking most of her husband's enormous cock up her steaming slot.

There it was again; a dick invading her lesbian fantasy!

She started the car, pulled out of the driveway and went back up the street
the way she'd come in. During the simple driving maneuver images of Jenny
Wells' sweet little ass appeared. When she reached the intersection she
realized she didn't know where she was going; home... Simone's... the
office? Decisions, decisions.

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Their lips met in the familiar way lovers do. Tom let his wife take the
lead, because he always had the feeling that women got a lot more out of
kissing than men did. In spite of the fact that her mouth was much smaller
she enveloped his lips and sucked on them. The very wet lip lock was
closely followed by her not so little tongue sliding between his teeth to
explore and caress in an extremely sensual way. The damaged black athlete
engaged the long sexy tongue with his own, thinking about how it had been
in Michelle's pussy not very long ago. He'd never returned oral favors to
his nubile secretary... yet, but that thought now made his cock jump.

Delia started sucking on his tongue about the same time her hand made
contact with his hardness through the leg of his suit pants and boxers. The
suction she was applying seemed to be transmitted right to his growing
member. Breaking the kiss she connected the dots,

"I wanna do that to your cock." The breathy whisper made his balls twitch
as the love of his life sank to her knees.

The nurse had long nimble fingers and made short work of the
obstructions. Almost before her appreciative husband could really enjoy the
view, his lower body covering was around his ankles. The kneeling woman
used his brown pole to caress her own face. The softness of her cheeks and
chin gliding over the ultra sensitive corona sent pulses of pleasure into
his sack. When she finally applied her tongue to the very tip and probed
his slit, Tom had to let his hips rest on the edge of the desk. He was no
longer able to rely on his legs to hold him up.

The talented mouth enveloped the licorice ball head and her long hot wet
tongue swirled around it before she began to suck; very gently at first.

She took more and more of his hardness in her mouth until he felt his
dick-head hit the back of her throat. Pulling all the way back while
sucking hard, the turgid fuck stick slipped out of her mouth. Delia spread
her abundant saliva up and down his manhood with both hands and said,

"Oooo it's so big and hard... put it inside me... Tom... pleeease."

There was absolutely no need to beg. Lifting his wife to her feet as
effortlessly as a lesser man might pick up a doll, he exchanged positions
with her. Kneeling in front of the navy skirt he could already catch the
faint scent of her arousal. Lifting the skirt to expose the silky tapered
columns of her milk chocolate thighs the damp crotch of the satin panties
came into view. Just for a moment the kneeling man paused to appreciate the
spectacle of the engorged labia embossed on the shiny material. Sliding the
underpants down he got the full aroma of her sweet plentiful juices and was
unable to resist.

It was Delia who now sought support from the desk as his tongue separated
her spongy folds and tracked upward until it was wiggling on the firm
throbbing button at the top.

`He's pretty good at it,' she thought as wonderful waves of pleasure rolled
over her.

`Not as good as Simone or Jenny but good... for a man.'

She did enjoy the feel of his whiskers, which none of her female lovers
provided (thank goodness).

Enjoy it or not it wasn't what she wanted.

Tom's shaved head did not provide anything to get a hold of so the nurse
resorted to grabbing his ears. Pulling her husband's head back from her
bald pulsating vulva she looked down into his eyes,

"I want your cock in me; now!" she ordered.

It wasn't the kind of thing the ex-footballer needed to be asked twice. His
knee raised hell as he got to his feet but the pain had a lot of
competition for sensory brain space.

Delia turned her back to her husband and bent over the desk. When she
pulled the blue skirt up over her backside Tom felt his nuts cramp.

`God she's got a gorgeous ass,' he was thinking as he looked at the creamy
pert brown hemispheres and his wife moved her feet wide apart.

Montgomery Motor's majority owner cocked his head to the side to get a
better view of his target. The thick brown wings were open like a butterfly
exposing their bright inner pinkness. At the apex the strangely pale pearly
nubbin glistened wetly. The black stud with the ever tightening balls wiped
the head of his rigid manhood up and down the sloppy crease a couple of
times for pre-lube, and then ever so slowly began to slide the steel hard
pole into the soft receptive interior.

The hot firm dick head rubbing on her engorged pussy was a sensation like
no other. There was no way to fake or replicate that feeling and it drove
missus Bogdan wild. She groaned and applied her teeth to her hand trying to
keep the volume down. The massive chocolate bar gradually disappeared into
the creamy pink groove. She felt her vagina filling up. It too was a thrill
that couldn't be copied.

Tom really loved this position. The doggie style entry made depth control
so much easier. After burying his meat in the hot slippery tunnel he paused
to enjoy the tight velvety slipperiness that gripped him. Spurred by the
increasing ache in his scrotum he began to rock his hips. He closed his
eyes and imagined he could see his wife's thick lips wrapped around his
shaft. He could certainly feel her spongy soft labia caress his
rigidity. They pulled out, extending when he rocked back, then followed,
almost disappearing inside on the forward thrust. The heat and pressure on
his knob combined with the gentle feathery caress of the shaft made his
balls dance.

Delia, with her upper body resting on her forearms against the hard surface
of the desk, enjoyed the full feeling alternating with the emptiness when
he retracted. The stroking of her vaginal walls felt so amazingly good but
her love button demanded more. She managed to get her arm between her
pelvis and the desk. When the fingers of her right hand contacted the top
of her well filled vulva, she quickly located the throbbing nubbin and
rotated two fingers on top of it.

The result was a clenching of her well developed pubococcygeus muscles. As
soon as the muscles clamped down on the foreign body they reflexively
relaxed only to immediately contract again. The spasmodic squeezing pushed
Tom over the edge.

Delia felt her husband thrust forward, his manhood brushing her cervix. She
knew what the loud groan meant and when she felt his ejaculate splash
inside her she climaxed too. The nurse biting on her hand was much more
effective at stifling her cry than her husband had been.

Michelle heard the familiar sound from her boss. It sent an amazing pulse
up from between her legs that turned into a mushroom cloud in her head. The
Bogdan's needn't have been too concerned about being overheard since the
pixyish secretary was the only other person on that level of the
dealership.

Tom's legs were feeling a little numb but he managed to pivot himself and
deposit his hard butt in his executive chair before they gave way and
landed him on the floor. His wife held her position as she recovered. When
she finally stood up she said,

"Well mister Bogdan... do you have any intention of getting some work done
today?" Tom smiled and said,

"I'll have you know I had a very productive morning... solved a thorny
little problem and did your new nurse a favor into the bargain." Delia gave
him a puzzled look.

"Remember I told you how Gus has been acting lately... well not just
lately, since Will passed away?" his wife nodded. "Well he's gonna
retire... go down and live near his brother in... uh, Florida, I
think. Guess who I'm gonna hire to replace him?"

"Jim Cornaveau," the chocolate skinned beauty replied with a big smile.

"Bingo!" the huge black man, with is trousers still around his ankles,
congratulated the accurate guess.

His wife was delighted. Although they hadn't discussed it much she knew
that Patty's husband's lack of employment was weighing on her pretty
heavily for a number of reasons.

"That's great honey," she said taking the two steps necessary to plant a
kiss on top of his shaved head.

After taking the steps she felt the leakage of their combined fluids on the
inside of her thighs.

"I gotta go clean up," she announced and stepped out of the office.

Tom reached for the tissues he kept on the return leg of his desk beside
the phone and started to wipe his instrument off.

Michelle saw missus `B' heading for the ladies room. She waited until the
nurse entered and then she followed.

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All three of Patty's possible destinations were in the same direction so
choosing which ramp onto the expressway did not pose a problem. It did
however allow the sexually strung-out nurse to procrastinate on the
decision.

She was busy thinking about her relationship with her new/old boss and
where it was headed. That line of thought was not helpful in controlling
her level of arousal, but when she tried to shift it, she wound up thinking
about Simone. It was out of the frying pan and into the fire. Her arousal
fuzzed brain and inattention made the destination choice for her when she
whizzed by the exit for downtown at sixty miles an hour.

`I guess I'm going home,' she concluded.

`Pay attention this time or you'll wind up in the next county,' she
cautioned.

Veering on to the exit ramp she was reminded of the last time she'd taken
it. She was in a worse state now than she'd been after the Reynolds
appointment. That's when it hit her.

`Where's Jim? Is he home? He wasn't there at lunch time... he didn't have a
car so...' the cold hard heavy lump that invaded her lower belly acted like
a fire extinguisher.

`See that's all I need... just be worried sick all the time and your
horniness will go away.'

When she turned on to their street and saw the shabby import car in the
driveway, it felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of her. Patty
didn't even bother to collect her laptop and purse. As soon as she'd shut
the engine down she bolted for the house.

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Delia's milk chocolate complexion took on a rosy hue when she saw miz
Woznouski come through the door. Delia was standing with her butt against
the counter, holding a wad of toilet tissue about to raise her skirt. The
imp smiled at her and said,

"Can I help you with that?" the nurse was speechless and breathless.

Seeing the stunned expression on her boss's wife's face, the orally fixated
young woman closed the distance between them. Looking into the black
woman's eyes she repeated her offer,

"Would you let me clean that up for you?"

She sank to her knees and began to push the navy blue skirt up. Missus
Bogdan wasn't sure what she was doing exactly; whether she was trying to
back away or if she had actually intended to sit up on the counter. She'd
never be sure and it came to the same thing. The just fucked nurse found
herself sitting on the bathroom counter with her husband's secretary
kneeling between her legs.

Michelle got the skirt out of her way and applied her mouth to the draining
pussy. The mixture of his and her juices was ambrosia to the dark haired
girl. She lapped and sucked like a kitten on a bowl of cream.

Delia's first thought had been,

`Oh my God this is a public washroom... anybody could come in!'

For reasons she didn't fully understand or appreciate that thought actually
excited her. The chances of it happening were extremely small. Michelle was
the only female employee at the dealership and any female customers would
surely be directed to the ladies room downstairs, beside the Service
Department. Nevertheless missus Bogdan respected the slim possibility. Her
second thought was,

`My pussy is temporarily out-of-order.'

She really didn't think she'd get aroused again so soon. She was wrong.

The nurse was surprised at how skillful the young woman was.

`No experience, really... she's a natural,' Delia settled back to enjoy the
unexpected trip up pleasure mountain.

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Bursting though the door, there he was. He was wearing a blue suit, white
shirt and tie, standing in the hall holding a bouquet of roses and a bottle
of champagne, grinning from ear to ear. It was too much; it was all too
much! The relief; seeing him so nattily attired, presenting
gifts... smiling; Patty's knees began to give way and her head went
spinning. If Jim hadn't had the presence to put his celebratory offering
down quickly the poor overwrought nurse would have collapsed all the way to
the floor. He managed to catch the curvy brunette and half guide half carry
her to the living room couch. Mister Cornaveau waited patiently for the
hazy look to clear in his wife's eyes.

"What... why... where... where were you at lunch time?" she had so many
questions that she couldn't even prioritize them so she decided to go
chronological.

"I met with Tom, Tom Bogdan... and... and he's giving me a job."

Patty couldn't remember when the last time she'd heard enthusiasm from her
mate, but he was positively bursting.

"He took me over to pick up the car. Didn't ya see it?"

Patty nodded and her eyes were filling up. Her nerves and emotions were raw
but the relief, my God the relief she was feeling was completely
overwhelming.

"I thought we should celebrate... remember when you accepted the job with
Delia how you wanted to celebrate?" he said with an impish grin.

He brushed her tears away along with some stray chestnut strands that had
escaped from her bun. Recalling her practical hair style for the first time
since she'd left the house that morning, she reached up and began unpinning
it.

Putting her hands up behind her head like that raised and presented her
spectacular bosom to the max. Jim felt his manhood announcing that room for
expansion was needed.

"Could we... celebrate... you know, like you wanted to before?" he asked,
eyes fixed on his wife's boobs.

Patty's shock and relief was rapidly turning to euphoria. She removed the
last of the pins in her hair and gave her head a shake causing the bun to
unravel and her pretty wavy hair kinked by the pins to fall on her
shoulders. Her mane had that wild `just got out-a-bed' look. What better
style to go back in with. She stood up with just that intention.

Jim rose as well and, not being a mind reader, he fingered the buttons of
Patty's blouse waiting for permission. When she started unfastening up from
the bottom he got the clearance he'd been yearning for. His manhood felt
hard enough to cut glass. It was actually beginning to ache.

`That's what a year or more of abstinence will do for ya,' he thought as
the last of Patty's buttons came free and they both pushed the oxford cloth
back over her shoulders revealing the sexy white satin and lace she had
selected after her lunchtime clean up.

Jim groaned at the sight and his wife thrilled to the old reaction; the one
she'd done everything but stand on her head to elicit for the past
year. She certainly would have done a head-stand if she'd thought it might
work.

His hands were on her breasts caressing them through the slippery
fabric. Patty could not bear any more teasing and reached up behind her
back to release the hooks. As soon as the back strap was free she grabbed
the shoulder straps and pulled her bra right off. Her husband's hands
adroitly dodged the departing lingerie and he was holding, for the first
time in who knew how long, those magnificent orbs with their pink
protruding crowns. His balls clenched as he felt their soft warm resilience
in his hands. Squeezing the abundant tit flesh he felt the rubbery nipples
deflect under the pressure of his palms.

Patty's hands were not idle. As soon she'd dropped her bra her hands went
to work on the buckle of his belt. Her hands were shaking with need but
because of her profession she retained amazing dexterity even under
pressure.

Jim decided to pinch and squeeze the firm projections that he had been
pushing in with the palms of his hands. The assault on her sensitive
nipples coincided with missus Cornaveau yanking her husband zipper to the
bottom. Patty groaned loudly as the stereo pleasure signal slammed into her
pussy.

It was partly plan and partly need that caused her to sink to her knees
pulling Jim's trousers and boxers down as she went. The direct and so long
denied stimulation of her breasts had left her legs watery.

With his playthings out of reach mister Cornaveau could only look down on
the tussled chestnut waves as his wife gripped his rigid pole. He could
scarcely believe that the sound he heard had come from his own throat.

Patty paused and looked up at him. Without even trying she produced that
innocent, wide eyed little girl expression that drove him wild. The shy
expression made his balls jump again and he suddenly was gravely concerned.

"Oh my God Patty don't... I'm gonna... aaarrhh!"

It was of course too late. Patricia had been handling erect penises all day
and dying to put one in her mouth. Not just any one�this one. When the
hot slippery interior of her mouth contacted the swollen hyper-sensitized
head of his dick he was a gonner. She barely had time to start sucking
before the first blast of his ejaculate hit the back of her throat.

Swallowing quickly and reaching up to massage his dancing balls the
kneeling nurse drank down the semen that had been building and accumulating
for so long. The sound coming from his loins and up out of his mouth
thrilled the kneeling woman to the core. She would have sacrificed her own
needs gladly to provide him with this moment.

`There's still the toys and... and... I don't know�it's just so good to
have him back.'

Her inflamed vulva protested her philanthropic ideals and demanded
attention. Jim had miraculously managed to collapse on the couch and not
the floor. Patty reached up under her skirt to pull the satin and lace
panties off. Her need was so urgent that for that moment she forgot about
her moaning husband altogether, hiked up the pencil skirt, and flopped her
naked ass at the opposite end of the couch and began fingering herself.

Mister Cornaveau was satiated; not dead. When he saw his wife at the
opposite end of the sofa begin attending to her needs his newly re-acquired
manhood was challenged. He pitched forward and had no trouble pushing her
hand out of the way with his face. Jim sucked in the sweet thick nectar and
was encouraged by Patty's moans of approval.

The contracted nurse was enjoying her husband's tonguing but having
experienced the divine sensations an expert could provide dulled the
stimulation a bit. She let him lap at her flowing vulva for several seconds
before she wailed,

"Fuck me... oh Jesus... Jim, fuck me!"

She was much too far gone to realize the pressure that it put on her
recently discharged husband.

Jim was amazed at how rigid he had become.

He wiped his marginal erection through her slippery folds and felt the
blood pulse into his needy manhood.

It was never nearly as hard as it HAD been but the stiffness was
serviceable. He penetrated the outer defenses and probed her inner
heat. Patty threw her right leg over the back of the couch to increase the
depth of his thrusts. They were gazing deeply and lovingly into each
other's eyes when they achieved the elusive simultaneous orgasm.

Jim felt as though he'd been kicked in the nuts. His underused balls
protested being asked to deliver again on such short notice. He collapsed
on top of the moaning nurse he'd married five years ago and felt a peace
descend on him that was nothing short of heavenly.

Patty also basked in contentment under her dozing mate. After several
wonderful minutes enjoying the after glow she performed the complicated
series of moves to extricate herself. Sliding out from under her husband
and turning him onto his back was made a bit easier because of his
cooperation.

She went to the bedroom feeling his seed and her juices coating her upper
thighs. Returning with the soft blanket she covered her naked spouse and
kissed him lightly on the forehead. His eyes flickered open for just and
instant and they exchanged the look of love; then he let himself be carried
away by the tide of contentment.

Patricia made her way nakedly into the bathroom and started the warm water
running. The feelings of euphoria that enveloped her as she was pouring the
vanilla bath oil went much deeper than the sexual gratification. She felt
like she had her life back and it was even better than before.

Sliding into the luxurious bubbles she felt the sudsy water permeate her
pubic hair cleansing the residuals of her recent fuck. A strange and
disjointed thought crossed her mind. It was Simone saying,

"ze `air mon ch�re... I can `elp you wiss eet."

The thought made her pussy twitch again.

House Calls 7

2009-05-14T10:04:00.000-07:00

Patricia had every intension of being totally professional in performing
the pelvic examination on the busty, red-haired life insurance applicant;
in spite of her own heightened state of arousal. She hadn't bargained on
missus Howard's amazing vulva.

"I'm going to palpa... feel your outer labia first," she announced brushing
the backs of her hands on the woman's widely splayed thighs before gripping
the bearded outer lips between her thumbs and forefingers.

Feeling their plump sponginess caused a new tremor in her womanhood which
she did her best to ignore. Opening the older woman's crease she was
surprised at how full and thick the inner labia were considering none of it
protruded. Pulling outward Patty saw the vulva blossom which made her own
sex twitch.

"How are you doing?" she asked glancing up at her patient.

Tanya had her left arm across her mouth and appeared to be gagging herself
with her wrist. The answer to the nurse's question sounded more like a
moan.

As she pulled gently outward squeezing the tender flesh between her fingers
and thumb she conducted a cursory visual inspection of the dark almost
brown and very intricately folded inner lips. The structure at the apex of
the crinkled labia minora made her do a double take. The cone shaped flap
of skin was quite smooth looking in comparison to the surrounding
tissues. At the bottom where it joined the heavily textured labia it was as
wide as her ring finger. It tapered up until it disappeared in the red
foliage above the juicy gash. The cone was as long as the first two joints
of the nurse's baby finger. Patty had never seen a clitoral hood that large
and prominent before. Missus Howard's clit was the polar opposite of Kim
Reynolds'.

The irony was not lost on the traveling nurse. `I've been nursing for
almost fifteen years and doing these kinds of exams for nearly ten... in
one day, back to back, I see the smallest most recessive clitoris ever,
then probably the largest... what are the odds?'

Patty realized that she had been holding her patient's outer lips open and
staring at the inner ones for an inordinately long time. She looked up at
the redhead and saw that she hadn't taken her wrist out of her
mouth. Clearing her throat the nurse announced,

"I'm going to check your inner labia now," it sounded hoarse and breathy,
even to her.

It was difficult to grip the soft spongy flesh with her gloved fingers
because it was so slippery. Patty managed to get a reasonable hold and
started near the bottom of the furry boat shaped crease where the lips were
somewhat thinner.

As she moved up she wasn't really prepared for how big and thick the labia
tissue was immediately adjacent to the vaginal opening. Palpating the hot
slick flesh made her own vulva twitch aggressively. The outward and upward
force she was exerting predictably caused the older woman's clitoral glans
to emerge. The whitish nub contrasted starkly with the rest of the dark
vulval tissue. It was, as she'd speculated, the size of the tip of her baby
finger.

Patricia had been trying to remain as detached and clinical as she could,
but this was too much. Her head was starting to spin. She employed a
technique she used to use when she first started. It involved visualizing
the text book and going through the examination step by step. Focusing on
the individual elements and their cautionary codicils had helped to keep
her from thinking about what she was touching and feeling.

`Palpate the inner labia working from the bottom to the top,' she recited
in her head. `When the clitoral prepuce is reached, carefully and gently
retract it and visually examine the clitoral glans if evident. The clitoral
glans should not be contacted directly unless some irregularity is
observed. If an irregularity is found such contact may only be made with
the informed consent of the patient.'

Patty recalled reading that page in the text book many times when she was
studying for her practioner's license. It invariably made her hot.

Was extreme size an irregularity that warranted further examination? The
studious nurse doubted it, but she asked anyway,

"May I examine your clitoris?"

Tanya Howard felt as though there was an elephant sitting on her lower
abdomen. The heat and pressure since the pretty young nurse had begun the
pelvic examination had been constantly increasing. She couldn't precisely
feel her love button pop out but she knew it had. Tanya of course had no
knowledge that there was anything unusual about her pleasure center. She'd
never seen the inner workings of another woman's pussy so she had nothing
to compare herself to. Although every one of the doctors who'd examined her
over the years had noticed the anomaly it wasn't the kind of thing they
would comment on without good reason.

When the younger woman between her legs asked permission to touch her
holiest of holies, she almost fainted. The huge titted widow had resolved
herself to getting so turned on by the examination that she thought she
would burst. She'd promised herself a trip to her toy drawer as a reward
for surviving the ordeal. But now... now the potential for immediate relief
had been presented.

Taking her wrist from her mouth she croaked "Yessss" then silently added
`and please hurry.'

Exactly according to the book she had her permission; with or without
clinical justification. By the book she applied her left thumb near the
top of the reclining woman's clitoral hood and `carefully and gently'
retracted the smooth flap.

Patty bit her lip to stifle the gasp as the woman's turgid pleasure center
fully emerged. Standing like a miniature penis straight out from her pubic
bone it was every bit as long as the first knuckle of the nurse's little
finger.

`I could take it between my fingers and masturbate it like a man's dick'
the curvy brunette thought.

It was an intensely exciting idea. Still applying retractive pressure with
her left thumb she took the hirsute woman's girl cock between the
forefinger and thumb of her right hand and rolled it back and forth. Patty
was so enthralled by the gristly firmness of the not so little organ that
she barely heard her client's muffled wail. The twisting, churning of the
mature hips was another matter though.

Patricia was disappointed when the woman let out a room filling scream and
rolled on her side, away from the orgasm producing stimulation. The nurse
was left looking down on her patient's full hip and butt as the redhead
curled into the fetal position, panting like she'd just run a marathon.

Missus Cornaveau, out of sight of her client, passed the time licking the
sweet fluids from her gloved hand. She slipped her other hand under her
skirt and massaged her aching womanhood through the saturated crotch of the
satin panties.

Patty couldn't decide if she was making her condition better or worse.

Everything was out of sight for the big busted redhead, curled on her side
naked with her face buried in the bedspread. Patricia glanced at the
bedside clock and saw that it was after two. It wasn't far to her next
appointment but she wasn't finished here yet.

The traveling nurse hoped her client was sufficiently recovered to
continue. Touching the patient's hip gently Patty said,

"Can you roll back for me please?"

Tanya tried to fight her way through the misty murky land of post orgasmic
bliss to understand what her examiner was saying. She felt the latex
encased hand on her upper thigh encouraging her to rotate from her side
toward her back. She yielded to the pressure and helped by turning her hips
until she was back in the supine position again. She felt the rubber gloves
on her ankles repositioning her legs, but the majority of her body was
feeling quite numb.

"Now I have to do the bimanual exam. I'll be inserting three fingers in
your vagina and examining the interior walls as well as your cervix." Patty
explained as promised.

"Finally I'll push up from inside and try to feel your uterus, ovaries and
bladder with my other hand by pressing on your tummy."

Tanya really didn't hear much after `I'll be inserting three fingers in
your vagina.' She was back in the most immodest position possible with a
stranger exploring her privates in ways that very few had ever done before.

`I've never reacted like this in the doctor's office,' the widow
contemplated `so why now?'

The answer was simple although she didn't realize it in so many words. It
was the lack of sexual activity, at least with a partner, since Bruce died;
the fact that this was taking place in her bedroom and not some sterile
smelling examining room; and finally the very new and somewhat disturbing
attraction to other women that fueled her arousal. In all the times she had
pelvic exams performed, this was the first time by a female.

`That should make it easier... right? It should make the whole thing less
intimidating... less sexual?' Maybe it should but it didn't.

The nurse's hands were on her vulva again, gently separating her
lips. Tanya braced herself for the invasion.

Patty slid her three small fingers in. It was difficult to reach all the
way to her patient's cervix with her short little fingers. She did manage
to get the firm organ on her finger tips she explored the relatively
insensitive part of her client's reproductive system. Missus Howard's
cervix may have not been very sensitive but the reclining redhead couldn't
say the same for the outer portion of her love tunnel. The nurse's hand
moving around and pressing on the engorged interior re-started the crampy
feeling that had been relieved just a couple of minutes ago.

`I've never been able to get aroused again this fast,' the busty widow
thought.

She had been looking up at the ceiling but now she closed her eyes. `Just
relax and don't think about it... it'll all be over soon.'

It was a good plan but unfortunately something was lost between concept and
execution. Tanya tried to distract herself from the probing inside her but
the physical sensations simply overrode her efforts. Her physiological
responses were beyond her control.

Patty worked at palpating the uterus, pushing the cervix up from inside
while pushing down on the soft tummy fat. Moving on to her patient's
ovaries she could feel the vaginal walls pressing down on her fingers,
squeezing them. Glancing up at missus Howard's face she saw the grimace,
which under other circumstances would most likely be interpreted as
pain. Patricia knew it wasn't physical discomfort that was causing the
strained expression. Her own pussy was pulsating in a steady rhythm. She
wasn't really thinking about what she was doing when she picked up that
beat and started moving her fingers in and out in time with it.

Tanya's conscious brain was still telling her to relax but the nurse's
fingers sliding in and out were generating waves of heat and pleasure that
her involuntary nervous system welcomed.

Patty wasn't really thinking at all anymore. She added a twisting motion to
the finger fucking, watching the fat labial wings following her thrusting
digits in and out. The vaginal contractions were more rapid now and
accompanied by a grunt from her apparently receptive patient. When the
redhead's hips began to twitch the nurse rotated her hand and pressed
firmly just behind the prone woman's pubic bone, stroking the firm tissue
that guarded the inner part of the widow's urethra.

Tanya had heard of the `G' spot but actually had little idea where it was
supposed to be. In fact she recalled hearing that it was a myth. Some
experts denied its existence. At that very moment those experts were proved
wrong. The intense pleasure that filled her abdomen and spread out fairly
slowly to all parts of her body seemed to come from deep inside; deeper
than the little gloved fingers.

It was much different than the explosive climax brought on by the pretty
young brunette tickling her clit. It was about as different as the pleasure
of licking an ice cream cone as opposed to having a mouthful of sinfully
rich cheese cake. She didn't shudder or shake, twitch or jerk; she just
floated into a blissful state of total relaxation. She wasn't unconscious
but she was in a world all her own.

Patty felt all the tension drain from her patient's body. Her own womanhood
seemed of heave a sympathetic sigh but continued to pound at slightly
reduced volume. On her way to the ensuite washroom she enjoyed licking the
new batch of vaginal secretions from her glove before removing it.

In the bathroom the busy nurse quickly removed her skirt and panties. Using
toilet paper first and then the wash cloth that was hanging on the towel
rack she sopped up her own abundant fluids. Picking up her saturated
panties, missus Cornaveau made the judgment that she'd be more comfortable
without them. She put her skirt back on and returned to her client's
bedroom. Missus Howard hadn't moved.

On an impulse the traveling nurse kissed her patient's forehead and said,

"Rest now sweetie," then exited the Howard residence carrying her
examination kit which now contained a pair of sodden satin panties.

With her kit in the trunk Patricia got behind the wheel. The skirt material
(she didn't know what kind it was) felt sort of abrasive on her tender
backside. She was tempted to hike her skirt up and sit her naked ass
directly on the soft smooth leather but opted against it.

`It'll be easier to clean pussy juice off the skirt than the seat' she
reasoned; incorrectly.

She heaved a big sigh as she engaged the navigation control that would
guide her to her final appointment of the day.

`I hope the next one is an old man,' she wished as she pulled away from the
curb. She'd have done well to remember the adage; `be careful what you wish
for.'

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Augustus Witherby took the stump of a cigar out of his mouth. There was of
course no smoking in the car dealership but Tom knew that his Service
Manager occasionally lit the cigar for a puff or two. Most of the time the
sixty-something just held it between his teeth like a pacifier. He set the
well chewed Monte Cristo on the edge of the ash-less ashtray.

"I know what you want; and I won't fight you on it," Gus announced in his
smoke graveled voice. Tom dropped himself in the guest chair in front of
the old timer's desk in amazement.

"I guess you know that since Will's been gone things haven't been going so
well," the majority owner of the dealership said. He needed to confirm that
they were on the same page.

"I loved that man," the grizzly war vet said looking his boss straight in
the eye. Tom was surprised to see the tears welling up.

"So did I," he replied feeling his throat tighten.

"He loved you too." Gus returned wiping angrily at a tear that had escaped
the corner of his eye.

"It's just not the same... it'll never be the same without him."

The `without him' part came out as a pitiful sob and several more drops
escaped the old mans eyes. He seemed to ignore them.

Gus' wife had died the year after Will's. Tom knew after that the two old
friends had been inseparable. Golfing, hunting, fishing or just hanging out
drinking, they were always together. As close as their friendship had been
before their wives passed away, it went to another level entirely when they
shared the common bond of being widowers. The young black man had never
really given much consideration to what the loss of his friend would do to
his Service Manager.

"I'm gonna retire," Gus said with finality, extracting a tissue from the
box on the corner of his desk. Tom helped himself to one as well.

"Where will you go... what will you do?" the gigantic man felt his heart
breaking for the old timer.

It hadn't always been like this--confrontational. When he was the top
salesman, the three of them; he, Gus and Will had spent many evenings after
the dealership closed drinking scotch and playing cards, or sometimes just
shooting the breeze. His mentors joked about how their wives were gonna lay
a beating on them when they got home. They usually made scurrilous remarks
about Tom's potential to get all the strange pussy he wanted with no
strings attached, which was quite true.

They let on that they envied him but Tom knew from seeing the older men
with their wives that neither of them would trade places with him at the
point of a gun. In a way it was he who envied them.

"I got a brother down south... got a nice condo on the beach. He's bin
buggin' me to move down there for years." Gus picked up his cigar and lit
it. Tom said nothing.

"I bought a place there last month... title changes over a week
Friday. After that... I'm gone."

The dealership owner rose to his feet and extended his hand.

"Gus, I don't know what to say... I hope you'll be happy in your
retirement."

The old codger rose, took the huge black paw and said,

"I'm gonna. And if you want my ten percent it's gonna cost ya."

"We'll leave that to the lawyers and accountants... friends?" he asked
expectantly.

"Friends," the out going Service Manager replied.

"Now get outa my office, I got a lota work to do before I go," he said
sitting back down and letting the cigar fizzle out.

On the way back to his office the very relieved General Manger noticed that
Michelle's desk was still vacant. The thought of what his wife was likely
doing to the talented little pixie made his manhood twitch.

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Delia let the waves of pleasure subside to ripples. Looking at the top of
the dark hair tied in cute little pig tails she could almost feel the
girl's eyes on her well sucked vulva. She ran her fingers over her slightly
numb womanhood pulling it open again.

"Do you like my pussy sweetheart?"

The big innocent eyes looking up from between her legs said `yes' on the
seated secretary's behalf.

Bogdan and Associates CEO swung her sculpted brown leg over the girl's head
and jumped down from the table. Ignoring the rubbery-ness she felt in her
legs, Delia lifted the panty clad nymph to her feet.

Michelle's eyes were wide with anticipation when the nurse effortlessly
deposited her on the examination table. Her host stripped the white lacy
bikinis off so fast that it took the youngster's breath away. She felt like
a doll being positioned on the firm, paper covered surface. The experienced
nurse had her patient turned and was placing the delicate little feet in
the stirrups before miz Woznouski realized that she had forgotten to
breathe. She was taking in air in large gulps when the Halle Berry
doppelganger pulled her tiny hips to the foot of the examination platform.

Some of her boy friends had performed oral sex on her but she was about
experience something so completely different that they couldn't be called
by the same name.

Missus Bogdan did her usual visual examination of her prize. The delicate
thin pink inner labia of youth, engorged until they were almost red,
presented themselves between the chubby bald outer lips. The dainty inner
lips converged into an inverted cone of flesh that concealed miz Woznouski
joy button. The only disappointment was that, although the lips were
glistening damply, there were no rivulets of nectar flowing as the seated
woman would have preferred.

She caressed the exposed folds gently with her tongue tasting the sweetness
of Michelle's girlhood. With each gentle exploratory stroke, bottom to top
of the delicious groove, the young secretary peeped like a baby bird
calling for its mother. Her hips, powered by her heels driving against the
metal stirrups, lifted off the paper covered vinyl.

`I'm able to enjoy it so much more... and I'm so much more in control when
I get my cookies first,' the black nurse recognized.

Each lick sent waves of heat and electricity through the younger woman's
pelvis and the waves rippled outward to every part of her naked body.

She'd always been a little on the dry side and normally needed a personal
lubricant. In this case Delia's copious spittle was doing the job nicely.

The sensation, almost like a pinch that hit her love button each time the
black woman's tongue tracked up her gash made her trust her hips toward the
incredibly erotic touch, hoping for direct contact but not getting it. The
tortured girl put her fingers in her mouth and began sucking them. She
always found sucking to be very soothing.

After a dozen or maybe it was twenty strokes (nobody was counting); the
nurse began to add a little flourish. At the top of the stroke her tongue
flicked very rapidly over the distended cone of flesh where the labial
wings met. The more or less direct stimulation of her pleasure center
caused the girl to grunt and suck harder on her fingers. Each tongue
flutter was like a step up a ladder leading to release. Much later, when
Delia finally sucked and licked her clit in earnest, Michelle felt as
though she was launched off the top of a mountain, hang gliding out over a
blissful calm.

The initial surge had been like suddenly dropping a hundred feet in free
fall. All of her organs seemed to be left behind while her body
plummeted. The first wave that accompanied the drop was hot, very hot, too
hot to tolerate but it was brief as the blood rushed to its assigned
orgasmic stations. The next and the next were just warm and Michelle felt
everything drain out of her until all that was left was the soaring
feeling.

Delia was thrilled by the tiny high pressure squirt that hit her tongue. It
wasn't much, only a drop or two but it was so amazingly sweet. The black
nurse rolled it in her mouth reveling in the essence of the youngster's
orgasm.

Bogdan and Associate's CEO cleaned up in the adjoining washroom before
getting dressed. Her luncheon companion lay silently on the examination
table sucking her fingers. The well satisfied head of the private nursing
company stroked the girl's hair out of her face and said,

"We really must do lunch more often."

Michelle's eyes opened and she smiled as only a post orgasmic woman can.

"Come on out when you're ready," missus Bogdan invited, "and I'll take you
back."

She glanced at the wall clock on the way out; two-thirty.

`I wonder how Patty's doing?'

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In Patty's opinion, she wasn't doing all that well. She had located the
Harding residence with the invaluable assistance of her dash mounted
navigator; however her butt was feeling more than a little chaffed from
wiggling naked against her new dark blue skirt.

`This shouldn't be too bad,' she told herself as she retrieved the
examination kit from the trunk.

She had gotten her wish. The final appointment of the day was an older
man. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders when she did
the math from her last client's date of birth.

`He's sixty-two,' she'd calculated.

She had a vision of what a sixty-two year old man should look like as she
was approaching the front door. It wasn't even vaguely close to Phillip
Harding's appearance. A handsome, athletic looking six footer with very
short steel grey hair greeted her.

`Maybe this isn't gonna be as easy as I hoped.'

The warm glow from her backside mingled with the smoldering embers between
her legs.

"Hi, I'm Patricia Cornaveau. I represent Bogdan and Associates... we've
been contracted to do the qualification medicals for Independent Life
Insurance. Are you mister Harding?" the old man, who unfortunately for the
traveling nurse didn't look that old, smiled an engaging smile and said,

"Yes... yes of course won't you come in?"

Patty felt his eyes scan her from head to toe as he opened the door fully
and stood aside. It was a pretty typical male reaction to her lush curves,
but there were times, like now, when those lascivious looks seemed to
kindle a fire between her legs.

`It's only since Jim's been... incapacitated,' she forgave herself, even
though she knew it wasn't strictly true.

The additional problem was that her day up to that point, and the last hour
and a half in particular, had already kindled the fire. Mister Harding's
appreciative survey had only caused a distressing flair-up.

"Who is it dear?" a woman's voice called out from somewhere in the house.

"It's the nurse, honey, come to do that physical... you remember," the grey
haired man in the tan slacks and forest green sport shirt replied.

"That's my wife," Phillip informed his visitor; "If you'd like to follow
me," he added; wishing devoutly that it was the other way around.

They entered the nicely furnished living room and Patty was able to put a
face to the female voice. The woman was attractive in a senior sort of
way. She looked ten years older than her husband. She was the female
version of how the traveling nurse had envisioned her patient. It took
missus Cornaveau a few seconds to realize what the woman seated in the
recliner was doing. She removed towels from both her knees before up
righting the chair and struggling to her feet.

`She's icing,' the nurse concluded and the word `arthritis' flashed in
glowing letters through her mind. The decrepit looking woman hobbled toward
her and extended her hand.

"Pleased to meet you miss..."

"Cornaveau," Patty filled in.

"Can I get you a cup of tea...? I was just going to have one," the
tottering woman asked heading for the kitchen.

"No... no thanks," the curvy brunette declined.

"Only take a minute," the woman said and continued her evidently painful
trek ignoring the negative response.

"She's a bit dotty," her client, and the woman's husband apologized.

Patty glanced from the wife to the husband and back, wondering if the slur
would provoke a response; it didn't. Phillip recognized her discomfort and
added, "also a little hard of hearing."

Resigning herself to being served a cup of tea, the empathetic care-giver
said "Let me help you;" and started to follow the old woman.

"No don't!" mister Harding cautioned touching her arm.

"Let her play hostess. She does love to have company... and it's so rare
that we do." The profound sadness in his voice touched Patty's heart.

"We really don't do much these days. The arthritis was bad enough, but when
she started... you know, forgetting things and repeating herself... it just
became too much."

There was a catch in his voice when he said it. She looked at the handsome
man's face. Seeing the tears in his eyes she looked back toward the kitchen
door out of respect.

"That's a shame," the nurse consoled, feeling like she had to say
something.

"Oh well can't be helped" Phillip said in a brighter tone.

"That's why I had to quit working," he said in a matter of fact
tone. "Can't leave her on her own too long."

It was really starting to break Patty's heart.

"What did you do, before you retired?" she asked being conversational.

"I was a welder... high steel," he replied proudly.

"That's very physical work," Patty commented, realizing that it explained
his impressive physique. "How long have you been retired?"

"It'll be a year next month. That's why I had to get new insurance. The
company's plan only covered me for a year after I stopped working. I need
to make sure Agnes is well provided for in case..."

He didn't finish the statement because his stiff legged wife was returning
carrying a tray of cups and saucers. The tea pot, cream, sugar and lemon
that she also had on there made it look like a significant load. In an
athletic flash mister Harding crossed the short distance and took the tray
from his wife.

"Honey ya know ya shouldn't carry stuff like this."

He set the tray on the coffee table and said,

"I hope you don't mind... you don't have to drink any if you don't want,
but I'd appreciate it if you'd humor her... uh, if you have the time," the
powerful looking ex-welder said realizing that their guest was there on
business.

Patricia saw the pleading look he gave her followed by a loving, concerned
glance at his wife who unceremoniously dropped herself back into the
recliner with a pained grunt.

"Is she older than you?" the nurse asked unable to contain her curiosity.

"No, we're the same age, give or take a couple of months. Seems some of us
are just luckier than others," he replied with sadness seeping into his
voice again.

They sat and drank their tea talking about the weather and other innocuous
subjects. Patty helped herself to the biscuits and realized how hungry she
was.

`That's right... I missed lunch because of the wardrobe change.'

That realization brought with it the memory of what made the change of
clothing necessary. Just when she thought she had her sexual appetite under
some control, the images from the Reynolds and Howard appointments
reignited the furnace between her legs. She tried to ignore the hot
twitching, but the tingling from her bum rubbing on the cloth of her skirt
whenever she moved made it impossible to put it completely out of her mind.

Agnes' end of the conversation was rife with non-sequiturs. Each time his
wife said something inane Phillip looked apologetically at their guest. It
was following one of her more divergent comments that the fit sixty-two
year old rose and said,

"Honey we can't hold missus Cornaveau up all day. I'm sure she has more
important things to do." Turning to Patty who had also gotten to her feet
he asked, "Where shall we do this?"

"The bedroom is always best," the nurse answered.

The details of what she was about to do sent a thrill through her agitated
mons.

"I'm gonna ice some more," the old woman announced picking up the towel
wrapped ice packs and applying them to her knees.

"This way," the grey haired retired construction worker invited as he
started down a hall leading toward the back of the small house.

Patty picked up her examination bag to follow and gave herself a mental
slap for noticing how nicely mister Harding's slacks hugged his evidently
hard buttocks.

He closed the bedroom door behind them and turned expectantly toward the
nurse. Patty was suddenly short of breath.

`This was supposed to be easy!' she cursed fate.

They stood looking at each other in silence for several seconds. Missus
Cornaveau trying to get her vocal chords to form the words; mister Harding
wishing the young woman's substantial bust wasn't covered by the dark blue
suit coat.

"I'll need you to remove your shirt and trousers," she eventually managed
to say. Immediately she felt a wave of heat that wash over her.

She wasn't sure if it was a blush or not on her patient's face as he began
to unbutton his shirt. Patty thought the heat in the room had gone up
twenty degrees and decided to remove her jacket. She turned her back as had
become her practice in concession to her patient's modesty. She shrugged
off her suit coat and hung it over the back of a chair standing beside the
dresser.

The dresser was neatly decorated with various knick knacks and pictures all
sitting on little lace doilies so the examination kit remained on the
floor.

Not only was it not deliberate, but the traveling nurse had only the
vaguest inkling what had happened. When she bent to get the stethoscope
from her bag she made a tantalizing, though unintentional body position
error.

Missus Cornaveau was not used to wearing a skirt, particularly when she was
working. Nursing put her in a totally different mind set; very
self-unaware. She forgot about the skirt, which was much shorter than
anything she'd owned since high school and she somehow failed to think
about the absence of her panties, despite the fact that her butt was still
tingling in a most troublesome way. Mister Harding had removed his shirt
and was unfastening his belt when the nurse presented him with a thrilling
view of her very nicely rounded ass stretching the navy blue fabric of the
skirt and more erotically... much more erotically, a glimpse of paradise
for two or three long seconds.

Phillip could barely believe his eyes. He would never know how he managed
to stifle the sound that wanted to come out of his throat. Perhaps it was
the fact that he was on an inhale in his accelerated breathing rhythm so
the lewd display resulted in a fairly quiet gasp.

While his lungs and vocal chords did not betray him his manhood responded
instantly. He was not accustomed to being flashed by women young enough to
be his daughter; or any other women for that matter. The retired welder
would have had to think long and hard to recall the last bare pussy, other
than his wife's he'd seen in the flesh. The fact was that, other than a
glimpse here and there when she changed clothes, he hadn't even really seen
Agnes' womanhood in about a year. The sexual depravation all accumulated in
his very underused member.

There was room for the otoscope on the dresser and that's where Patty set
it when she stood up and clipped the ear tubes of the stethoscope on the
sides of her neck. There was no doubt in her mind whatsoever that her
patient was blushing now. Further more the expression on his face was
inscrutable.

`He looks as though he's seen a ghost... or...' when it occurred to the
nurse what she'd just done, it all came flooding in, including her missing
underwear.

`Oh my God... how much did he see... judging by the look on his face more
than just my skirt covered tush!' the nurse joined her client glowing a
lovely shade of crimson.

Phillip was so shocked and aroused by the spectacle that he didn't even
consider whether it had been deliberate or not right then. His mind was
working on a much more urgent problem. What to do about his tumescent penis
when he had to remove his slacks. He was standing there with his pants
undone. If he hadn't been holding them up they'd have fallen around his
ankles by themselves. Even with the pants hanging so loosely from the old
man's hands Patty easily detected the movement of the woody. Her pussy
clenched and she scolded herself,

`This was supposed to be easy... it should have been easy... it's your own
fault, your carelessness that's made it hard.' Under other circumstances
the double entendre would have amused her but she was so upset with herself
that it didn't even register.

They were both looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact; both ashamed of
themselves. Somebody had to give in. It was the retired welder who
concluded that there really wasn't any dignified way out of this and simply
released his grip. Patricia saw the kakis hit the floor and the senior step
out of them.

`If he can be a `big boy' about it I ought to be able to swallow a little
embarrassment and get this show on the road... I'm the professional here
and I don't think this is gonna get any easier.'

It was only a couple of steps but it felt like miles to the chagrinned
nurse with the renewed squishiness between her legs. She could not prevent
her eyes from lingering just a split second on the pole tenting the very
traditional white jockey briefs.

"I'm sorry," he croaked contritely. "It... it's just that Agnes and I
don't... I mean she can't really... uh..." the embarrassed man tried to
explain but couldn't find the words. Patty was feeling more than a little
responsible for his predicament.

"Don't worry about it" she consoled, surprising herself by sounding way
more casual than she felt. "It's a very normal reaction for a health man in
this situation."

`If he's embarrassed now what's he gonna do when he finds out those jockeys
have to come off?' The thought made the nurse with the stethoscope hanging
over her boobs feel a bit faint, but she took a deep breath and began her
examination.

The luxuriant growth of grey chest hair made scrapping sounds through the
ear pieces of the scope as she moved it around not lifting it high enough.

Jim, her husband, was relatively hairless and the curvy brunette was
finding the uniquely masculine characteristic more erotic than she would
have thought. That, the retired welder's buff physique and a particularly
appealing cologne, had the nurse struggling to keep her professional
composure. She kept being distracted by the struggle going on inside the
white cotton briefs.

Patricia lingered longer than necessary on the blood pressure measurement.
She knew the rest of the exam was going to be difficult--for both of them.

"Take these off for me please," the nurse indicated the retired man's
briefs.

Once again Patty was amazed at how firm and level her voice sounded in
spite of the churning in her stomach and between her legs. The sound mister
Harding made was reminiscent of the groan you hear at the track when
someone's horse has just lost in a photo finish.

After another pause, while Phillip considered whether he had any options,
the mortified sixty-two year old pulled out on the elastic waistband to get
it over his tumescent dick, let them fall to the floor and kicked them off.

NEXT: Alls well that ends well.

House Calls - 6

2009-05-14T10:03:00.000-07:00

Jim selected one of his white shirts and donned the trousers of his blue
suit. While brushing his hair he realized he needed a hair cut--badly.

`Oh well,' he thought `not today.'

If he waited for things to be perfect it wouldn't happen. Mister Cornaveau
was determined not to loose his momentum. He went into the study, where he
felt most professional. He had hardly been in the small room with the desk
and chair, walls lined with bookshelves, in the last year. Jim set the free
standing shaving mirror on the desk beside the phone and looked at his
reflection. Freshly shaven and hair neatly combed, if a little raggedy, he
thought his eyes looked as clear as they had in months.

The former Automotive Engineer dialed the number of Montgomery Motors with
butterflies trying to fight their way out of his gut at about the same time
as Kimberly Reynolds was applying her lips to his wife's tit. Jim connected
with Michelle Woznouski. Looking at himself in the shaving mirror he
forced a smile and said,

"Tom Bogdan, please."

"May I say who is calling?" were the words that came from Michelle's sweet
and oh so talented mouth.

"Jim Cornaveau," the smile came easier after listening to the cheerful
voice of Montgomery Motors stress relief toy.

`I bet she's smiling,' Jim thought. `You really CAN hear it in a person's
voice.'

Moments passed and the butterflies turned into humming birds, or maybe even
sea gulls.

"Tom Bogdan." When he heard the rich baritone voice he began to shake and
almost hung up. Straining to keep a positive look on his face since smiling
seemed to be well beyond his capacity at that moment, he answered.

"Mister Bogdan, my name is Jim Cornaveau; I believe you're acquainted with
my wife."

`Cornaveau... Cornaveau...' Tom searched his vast repository of names but
wasn't connecting.

"How can I help you mister Cornaveau?" the majority owner of Montgomery
Motors asked hoping a connection would come out of the reply.

Jim heard the complete lack of recognition in his voice and again was
tempted to terminate the call. The reflection he saw in the mirror was the
unshaven, disheveled dispirited man he had been little more than an hour
ago.

`I can't go back there... I won't!'

"My wife Patricia is working for your wife. She told me that you'd
suggested that I give you a call." The lights that went on were blinding.

`Patricia Cornaveau...' the image that came to the large black man's mind
was of the petit brunette's magnificent rack and his dick twitched.

He was immediately ashamed of himself; he was talking to the woman's
husband after all. If it had been a customer, the connection would have
been instantaneous. Sitting in his office, the list of social contacts and
people he knew only through his wife were stored in a closed compartment of
his brain. Now that the data base was opened the conversation came flooding
back.

"Yeah, yeah you're an Automotive Engineer right?" Tom's voice became more
animated, almost excited. Jim was pleased to hear the statement using the
present tense.

"That's right," he confirmed.

"Your wife... Patty isn't it, said you were looking for a job," the
statement wasn't one hundred percent accurate but it was close enough.

"I might be," Jim responded trying to portray a confidence he didn't
feel. The face in the mirror wasn't smiling.

"Are you working now?" the question hit the unemployed and depressed man
like a body blow. Jim fought the feelings of uselessness that threatened to
overwhelm him, and send him crawling back to his bed.

`No point in lying' he concluded.

"No... No I'm not."

"I'd like to meet with you... are you free for lunch today?"

Jim was tempted to say `Let me check my calendar'; knowing there was
nothing on it--past, present or future. The thought amused him and he found
that he was now sporting a big grin.

"Absolutely!" he assured the car dealership owner, hoping he didn't sound
too anxious.

"Great!" the black man returned with real enthusiasm.

"How about `The Black Angus'... say around twelve-thirty?"

Jim shifted his brain into a mode it hadn't been in for a long time.

`Twelve-thirty... that's less than an hour... I don't have a car... it'll
take longer than that to get downtown from here by public transit at this
time of day.'

"It'd have to be more like one. Ya see my car's still over at your wife's
office and the bus..."

"I'll come and pick you up," Tom offered. "After lunch I can drop you over
at Delia's place so you can pick up your wheels... before that prick
landlord of hers has it towed."

"If you're sure it's not too much trouble," the unemployed engineer was
elated at the lengths to which the car dealer was willing to go.

"Just give me directions and I'll be out the door in ten minutes," the
booming baritone promised.

Jim struggled to swallow his excitement so he could give the man a logical
route.

When he hung up the phone and headed for the bedroom to choose a tie. He
felt like he was walking on air. He couldn't remember when he'd felt this
good or this nervous.

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Patricia backed out of the Reynolds driveway. She'd done her best to clean
up but she was still a mess. Her skirt was rumpled and there were pussy
juice stains on the front of her blouse from trying to open it after
fingering the teenager to her first climax.

`My next appointment's not until one... I gotta go home and change' she
concluded. `It'll be tight but if I'm a couple of minutes late it's not the
end of the world.'

Swinging onto the expressway she couldn't help reviewing her first
insurance exam.

`What a morning! I tried to stay professional... I really did! I did
amazingly well with the boy. I didn't know I had that much self-control.'

She would have been thoroughly proud of herself if it hadn't been for that
last minute indiscretion.

`If I hadn't jerked him off at the very end... I would have been completely
innocent... in spite of him blowing a massive load during the examination
of his penis. That wasn't my fault. But with the girl... oh my God you
really lost it with her!'

Patty felt her nipple begin to tingle as she recalled the pubescent mouth
tugging on it. That tingling spawned a knot in her pussy and the term
sex-a-holic resurfaced in her mind. Despite the able assist by the sixteen
year old her last climax had come at her own hand.

`You know that never completely satisfies you,' she rationalized. `If only
Jim would...' she'd had that thought so many times in the past year(and
more) that she forced it away. `And how come you're so turned on by women
now?'

The picture that forced itself on her was of Delia's dark colorful pussy
hovering over her face as she lay on the boardroom table. That image
brought back the memory of the other part of that scenario. Simone the
tantalizing seamstress between her legs... `zhe `air mon ch�re... Come by
zhe shop and I weel feex eet for you.'

Patty squirmed against the leather seat of the Grand Marquis and bit her
lip as she turned into her own driveway.

The traveling nurse ran to her door as best she could in the wedge heeled
pumps. She was in the bedroom stripping off her soiled blouse when she
realized her husband was nowhere to be seen. Her stomach immediately
knotted.

`Where is he?' she wondered fretfully as she continued to
undress. "Jim... honey I'm home" she called out loudly; no response.

In the bathroom naked she quickly but thoroughly washed herself. The soapy
washcloth on her still needy vulva sent electric pulses out to her nipples.

`No time for that and no time to look for him,' she decided as she dressed
in the white undies, blue suit and white oxford blouse.

She glanced out the window into the back yard as she scurried toward the
front door, already knowing he wasn't there. Back in the driveway she
looked down the street.

`Maybe he went for a walk,' she thought also knowing that was very
unlikely. She was back on the expressway as Tom and Jim sat down in the
steak house.

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Delia strode through the lobby of her office, at an aggressive clip as
usual. Jennifer looked up as her boss flashed by with only the briefest
nod. As soon as she reached her desk she dialed her husband's number.

"Hi Michelle, get Tom for me please," she said to the versatile secretary.

"Oh sorry missus `B' you just missed him. I think he had a lunch date," the
skinny girl informed her.

"Shit!" the Halle Berry look-alike cursed. "I wanted to have lunch with
him."

She was already imagining her husband's stiffness stretching her.

"Are you sure? Maybe I should try his cell."

"Yeah... he said he was going to pick up some guy named Cornwall or
Cornelius... I don't know corn something or other."

"Cornaveau," Delia corrected.

"Yeah; that's it. I'm afraid he's already got a lunch companion... but I'm
free" the nymph giggled.

Missus Bogdan's very active sex drive shifted gears seamlessly. Two images
rode over top of each other in her mind. The first was Cindy Peterson's
sloppy pussy, and the second was Patty Cornaveau looking up from the
boardroom table between her wide open thighs. The imaginary feel of a
lapping tongue on her clit replaced the full sensation she associated with
Tom's dick.

`That'll work!' she concluded.

"You're on!" Bogdan and Associates CEO said. "I'll pick you up in about
twenty minutes."

"You're serious?" Michelle returned skeptically.

"Damn straight" Delia said; "be ready." She meant that in more ways than
one.

Michelle hung up the phone and noticed how her hand was shaking. She knew
that whenever missus `B' wanted to have lunch with her husband it really
meant a `nooner'.

`Did the fact that she's willing to have me stand-in for him include that
part?'

The idea thrilled the pixie right between her very slim legs.

She headed for the washroom to freshen up feeling the nipples that were too
large for her little titties begin to tingle.

Missus Bogdan wondered if she was setting herself up for
disappointment. No--worse than that... sexual frustration. She really
didn't know for sure if Michelle was into girls or not. When her husband
hadn't been available she'd invited the cute young woman pretty much on a
whim.

`Maybe I should have stuck with Jenny... that's a sure thing--slam
dunk. Nah, you can have that anytime; every time... I need variety' the
gorgeous black woman concluded as she swung into the familiar car
dealership customer parking.

`You're taking a chance of being left high and dry... actually, it
definitely won't be dry,' she snickered as her lunch date came out of the
showroom, heading for her car. Her panties were still quite damp from her
morning adventure.

Michelle could have easily passed for sixteen with her dark hair in her
pig-tails. Delia thought she looked about fourteen. The illusion was
promoted by the secretary's very modest bust development and otherwise
petit build.

"I hope you've got ID with you `cause there's not a bartender in the
country who'll serve you without it," Delia cautioned as the exited the car
lot.

"Of course" Michelle assured her. "When you look as young as I do ya gotta
be prepared all the time."

There were lots of restaurants closer but missus Bogdan had a particular
fondness for the caf� across the street from her office. She parked in her
designated spot in her office building parking lot and the lunch companions
threaded their way through traffic to the other side of the road. If it
weren't for the color difference they might have been mistaken for mother
and daughter. As a matter of fact, Delia was technically old enough to be
Michelle's mother.

As predicted when they ordered the waiter asked to see the pig-tailed
cutie's ID. He looked at it very carefully as if he still didn't believe
it, and was examining the driver's license for signs that it was forged.

Michelle proved her conversational skill as well as her intuition about
people by asking Delia how her business was going. The two women hadn't
exchanged more than a half a dozen sentences in a row in the two years
they'd been acquainted. Tom had hired her practically right out of college,
and time had proved that it was a good decision.

Because of their open marriage and verbal pre-nuptial agreement not to keep
secrets missus Bogdan was aware of her lunch guest's oral skills. Tom had
told her a few months after he hired the pixie that as good a
secretary-receptionist as she was, she was an even better cock-sucker. It
wasn't her mate's first extramarital tryst and there was no reason for it
to be his last.

Tom and Delia were so comfortable and confident in their love for each
other that they were able to separate sex as a natural bodily
function. Delia by her own choice did not mess around with other men; just
women. Tom on the other hand, had no desire to engage in sexual activity
with other men but took advantage of his opportunities to get some strange
pussy with his wife's blessings. It was a good thing because with both of
them having a much higher than normal sex drive they'd have probably worn
each other out and gotten bored in no time without some external
resources. It was not being able to find a mate who was willing to indulge
their carnal proclivity that kept them single so long. They were made for
each other.

"The thing that's keeping us hopping at the moment is doing physical exams
for life insurance applicants," Delia told the Montgomery Motor's secretary
between bites of her veggie wrap.

"I got life insurance a couple of years ago," Michelle confided. "Because
of my age and medical history they didn't require a medical."

"Most people don't get a check up often enough," the black nurse commented
washing down her last mouthful with the chardonnay she liked so much.

"When was the last time you had a full check up?" Bogdan and Associate's
CEO asked, formulating a plan.

The young woman with the pig-tails across the table thought for a moment.

"Probably when I started college," she eventually answered.

"That's what, four years ago?" Delia calculated.

"Closer to five," the nymph corrected munching the last of her fries.

"Ya see! That's what I mean. Why have you let it go so long?"

"I don't know. I guess its just one of those things... if you're feeling OK
ya kinda don't think about it," the younger woman said thoughtfully.

"You really should have a thorough check up," Delia tightened her noose.

"You're right," Michelle agreed. "I don't even know if I can remember the
name of the last doctor I saw; wouldn't know where to look for his number."

"You don't have to go and see a strange doctor. I could do it for you right
in my office." The black nurse was on pins and needles waiting for a
reaction.

`Here we go,' Michelle thought.

She'd been wondering how or if missus `B' was going to approach the topic
of sex. She knew more than a little about the Bogdan's marriage from her
boss. She wasn't sure if it could be called pillow talk, when there were
never any pillows, aside from the seat cushion of his desk chair. Mister
`B' had given her the picture in broad strokes so she wouldn't be nervous
or embarrassed around Delia. Included in the overview had been the tid-bit
that his wife liked to make out with other women. The idea thrilled his
secretary far more than Tom ever knew.

Miz Woznouski had been bi curious since about the tenth grade but no
serious opportunities had ever presented themselves. Knowing that missus
`B' was freely bi sexual the pixie had wished for a chance to tryout the
forbidden pleasures of girl on girl lovin'. She didn't see much of the
boss's wife and when she did she'd never quite figured out how to get
started. Now here it was; landing in her lap so to speak.

"Could you really? I mean would you?" Michelle asked; trying not to sound
as excited as she was.

"I certainly will," the black nurse assured her lunch guest.

Michelle noticed the difference in the way her gorgeous host was looking at
her.

"W--when could you do it?"

"How about right now?" Delia waved at the waiter who waved back. She got up
and took Michelle's hand.

"Don't you have to pay?" the girl said rising to her feet.

"They know me here. When I'm in a hurry they just run a tab and I look
after it the next time." As she spoke the nurse was on her way to the door
almost dragging her husband's secretary behind her.

They crossed the busy street with amazing ease and Delia was still towing
her lunch date when they entered the reception area of the office.

"Hold my calls," she said to Jenny who popped her head above the counter in
front of her desk.

The receptionist - girl Friday caught sight of the look on Michelle's
face. It was a smile, but it was like the smile of a kid on the way up the
first hill of the biggest rollercoaster in the amusement park.

Inside Exam 1 the nurse and CEO closed the door, turned to her patient and
said,

"I'll need you to get completely undressed for me."

Michelle felt her stomach do a back flip. It was happening so fast. Delia
started opening drawers and cupboards of the counter top that occupied most
of one wall. She turned back to the very young looking woman and said,

"There don't seem to be any gowns... you're not shy; are you?"

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It made Patty nervous to be passing almost everything on the expressway but
she was in a hurry. She'd only taken the briefest glance at her second
appointment that morning, figuring she'd have plenty of time to look at her
afternoon over lunch. Ain't it funny how time slips away? Fortunately she
had at least had the forethought to program all the addresses for the day
into the luxury car's GPS. The fabulous little device took her directly to
the door with no difficulty whatsoever.

Sitting in front of the house, which was considerably more upscale than the
Reynolds' very comfortable home, the traveling nurse called up the file on
her PDA.

The family name was Howard; the specific client was missus Tanya Howard,
born in sixty-five.

`She's seven years older than me... about three years older than Delia,'
the nurse tried to get a sense of her patient.

Scanning down the application there was nothing remarkable in her medical
history but one thing did catch the nurse's eye. Husband--Bruce--deceased;
it didn't say when.

Satisfied she had all the preliminary information she needed, Patty
retrieved her exam bag from the trunk and made her way to the stately front
door. She immediately assumed that the red hair on the tall woman who
answered was not her natural shade.

Missus Howard smiled but looked a little nervous as she invited missus
Cornaveau in. Patty ignored the impressive entry hall and took stock of her
client instead. The woman's full figure befitted her age. The nurse thought
the legs showing below the hem of the turquoise sundress looked like those
of a dancer; former dancer.

"It's usually best to conduct the examination in a bedroom" she recited
from her script.

A look of some surprise crossed her client's face.

"I... I thought this was just a formality... that's what the agent said,"
the older woman commented as she started up the stairs.

"Actually, Independent Life has a rather extensive qualification physical,"
Patricia informed the woman she was following.

The curvy nurse with the chestnut hair tied in a bun was mildly ashamed of
herself for admiring her client's butt wiggling provocatively under her
dress.

In the bedroom missus Howard turned to face her. Patty felt her throat
seize up.

`How long is it gonna take me to be able to walk into people's homes and
after greeting them for two minutes, casually order them to strip.' Then
she excused herself, `it's only your second appointment... it's bound to
get easier.' Trying to swallow saliva she didn't have she said,

"Remove your dress for me please."

Patty used the ruse of rummaging through her examination kit again to avoid
staring at the woman as she undressed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw
the woman blush and hesitate a moment.

"I... I'm not wearing a bra," her client said nervously as she reached up
behind her back for the zipper. The confession was quite unnecessary since
the fact would be obvious in a few seconds.

"You'd need to remove it for the breast exam anyway," Patty commented,
hanging the ear pieces of the stethoscope behind her neck and turning back
toward the redhead.

She thought she'd heard a small gasp from her patient who was now stepping
out of the turquoise summer dress. Patty hoped the woman didn't notice HER
sharp intake of breath.

Missus Howard's breasts were bigger than hers. The traveling nurse's first
thought was,

`How does she get that much support from a sundress.' She hoped her face
was not reflecting the excitement she was feeling.

`There goes another pair of panties' she conceded. `Patty you've really got
to get a grip!' she admonished herself.

Missus Howard had the largest areolas she'd ever seen.

`I thought mine were big!' the nurse reflected. `Hers are as big as my
whole hand.'

Sitting atop the rounded globes that had succumbed to the force of gravity,
the dark, slightly elongated circles, appeared large even in relation to
the woman's impressive bust.

Patty was out of luck--sort of. Her patient did notice the nurse's shocked
reaction but she was kind of used to it. It's why she'd felt the need to
warn her examiner she wasn't wearing a bra; even though the admission did
nothing to prepare the younger woman for the spectacle that was about to be
revealed. Tanya was left standing in a pair of sensible blue briefs of
undetermined material.

Missus Howard was embarrassed. Not so much at being nearly naked in front
of a stranger as of her reaction to it.

Since six months after her husband passed away (unexpectedly from a massive
coronary) Tanya found her sex drive had gone haywire. Her husband had been
laid to rest over a year ago and when the horniness started about eight
months ago missus Howard had surmised that it was somehow part of the
grieving process. Not that they had sex all that frequently and in fact,
although she wasn't frigid, Tanya was rarely the one to initiate
intimacy. She hadn't masturbated since college. Now she was doing it, on
average, once a day.

`If Bruce is watching me from wherever he is, he's gonna be so pissed,' the
widow had concluded.

What was even more disturbing to the widow was that even other women had an
erotic effect on her. Never before in her life had she felt a sexual
attraction to a member of her own sex.

She'd abandoned the grief theory a few months back. Now she hypothesized
that it was a hormonal thing, possibly a harbinger of menopause; her cycle
had become less regular in the past year or so. It wasn't troublesome
enough to go and see a doctor about though.

Standing in just her underpants with the very attractive nurse gawking at
her boobs was generating that yearning feeling between her legs; the one
she could scarcely remember feeling until after Bruce died but the one that
had now become a daily occurrence.

Patty thought her client's heart rate was a little high but the white coat
syndrome would account for that in most cases.

"Would you hold your breast up for me?" she asked her patient as she tried
to position the disc of the stethoscope on the woman's ribs.

Tanya lifted her left breast cradling the heavy pliable flesh in her hand.

"Both of them if you don't mind," Patty revised her request.

The traveling nurse found the scene erotic with the large chested woman
holding her tits out like an offering. The tremors in her vulva were
getting worse so she decided to speed things along.

"I'd like you to lie down on the bed for me please," the nurse braced
herself for the breast examination.

With Tanya laying flat on her back her tits laid well to the outsides of
her chest wall. The majority of the fleshy melon was almost on top of her
arms which she had at her sides. Patricia pushed on the spongy flesh of the
woman's nearest mammary firmly, causing the tit to pile back on the top of
her patient's chest.

`They're not only bigger than mine, they're heavier too' Patty realized the
absurdity of her observation.

`If they're bigger of course they're heavier--duh.'

The experienced nurse had never examined boobs this large except her
own. It was a time consuming process. There was so much flesh to be
palpated.

Normally, being clinically correct, you started at the outer edge and
worked your way in toward the areola, being careful not to touch it. Patty
had pretty much concluded after Delia and Jennifer's exam demo that
clinical procedure was whatever she chose to make it. Not to mention the
fact that the dark flesh surrounding the woman's surprisingly modest sized
nipple was so large that it really couldn't be avoided completely while
still doing a thorough job.

The nurse worked her way around the older woman's breast having to use both
hands; one to keep it in position and the other to palpate.

The very tender textured flesh of Tanya's areola felt sensual under her
finger tips. On the third of the eight or so passes it would take to
complete the process for missus Howard's right breast, Patricia decided to
glance at her client's face. The woman had been totally silent throughout
the procedure so far. The redhead's eyes were closed but the expression on
her face was unmistakably blissful.

The woman on the bed was really starting to enjoy the stimulation of her
tits. It was the first time hands, other than her own, had touched her
since her husband's passing. Tanya found the nurse's small soft fingers
pressing insistently into her fleshy orb quite pleasurable, especially on
her sensitive areola and so close to her hypersensitive nipple. She could
feel the yearning down below turning into a throb, but she didn't care. It
would all be over soon and then she'd dig into her toy drawer for relief.

Patty felt as though she was sitting on some constantly renewing heat
source and cursed herself for forgetting the panty-liner.

Tanya's other boob; the one away from her was harder to do. She actually
found that she was perspiring a little by the time she was
finished. Sitting back on the make-up table chair she'd been using to save
her back, she once again looked at her patient's face.

"Your breasts are fine," she informed the prone redhead whose eye's
fluttered open as if she'd been sleeping. Patty saw a look that she
interpreted as an unspoken thank you; and it was.

"I'm gonna have to ask you to remove your underpants now," the nurse
continued.

Instantly Tanya's expression went from gratitude to terror. Patty answered
the woman's unspoken question,

"The insurer requires a full pelvic examination on all female applicants."

Tanya suddenly felt very short of breath,

`Oh Jesus... don't have a heart attack!' she ordered herself.

She knew very well what had been happening inside the fleshy folds of her
pussy and now realized that she was gonna have to share that intimate
secret with the contract nurse.

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The meeting had gone exceptionally well. Montgomery Motor's majority owner
was delighted with Jim Cornaveau's knowledge of Ford warrantee
procedures. Turned out the ex-automotive engineer had actually been part of
the team that had developed them. Tom probed the potential Service
Manager's knowledge of repair practices and standards finding his knowledge
more than satisfactory. His experience supervising technicians while he was
involved with R&D was adequate to prove his team leading skills. The
dealership had a good group of mechanics; well disciplined. It should come
as no surprise that Gus `didn't take no guff.'

"I think this could work very well... if you're interested," mister Bogdan
concluded the meeting as they drove up beside the aging Honda.

"Interested!" Jim could barely contain his enthusiasm. "When can I start?"

"You'll have to give me a week or so to iron out the details... I'll be
in-touch," the dealership owner promised as Jim exited the Navigator; his
feet not really touching the ground.

Jim was opening the door of his seven year old sedan when Tom opened the
passenger side window of his SUV.

"Were gonna have to get you a better ride... can't have your wife upstaging
ya like that!"

With a deep belly laugh the huge black man was gone. Montgomery Motors
Service Manager to be couldn't wait to tell his wife.

Both men would have had raging hard-ons if they had been able to see what
was happening four stories above their heads in Exam room 1.

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Miz Woznouski wasn't shy. She had begun unbuttoning her blouse the moment
Delia had asked her to get undressed. In less time than it took for Delia
to locate the stethoscope in the examination bag the girl was down to her
panties; cute little white bikinis with lace trim. The black nurse
approached her very small busted patient with the scope hanging from her
neck inspecting the young secretary from head to toe. Her gaze naturally
ended up focusing on Michelle's chest.

Self-consciously Michelle put her hands up to cover her tiny titties. As
small as her hands were she was still able to adequately conceal
them. Delia glanced up at the young woman's face and saw the flush of
embarrassment. Taking the girl by her wrists the nurse gently but firmly
pulled them away,

"Just relax honey... there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But they're so small," Michelle returned woefully.

"I think they're very pretty, and they suit your tiny slender frame
perfectly," Delia complimented.

"Do you really like them?" the girl asked somewhat incredulously.

"Yes I do very much, especially your big plump nipples."

As if to illustrate her point the black nurse brought her hands up, cupped
the tender little mounds and ran her thumb nail over the already hardening
strawberry tips.

Michelle's eyes closed and her head went back as a deep moan rose from her
core. She was currently between boyfriends and it had been weeks since
another person's hands had teased her ultra sensitive flesh. Her pussy
clenched and she knew that the ruse of a medical exam had entirely
evaporated.

Her little hands came up and cupped as much of the Halle Berry look-alike's
breasts as she could.

"Yours are so big and beautiful though," she groaned as missus Bogdan
continued to thumb her now fully erect nips.

The girl could feel her host's nipples growing through the blouse and bra.

Delia, who's pussy had been in stasis, responded immediately.

The tiny hands stroking her breasts even through two layers of clothing
sent a steady stream of joy directly to her clit. It was the nurse's turn
to look up at the ceiling while groaning in appreciation.

"I want to see them," the girl said as she began to nimbly work the buttons
on her host's blouse.

Delia's hands were idle on the slender young woman's tits as she watched
her blouse being opened.

"You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, ya know," Michelle told
the dark skinned beauty as she pushed the blouse back off her shoulders,
revealing the well filled satin bra.

"Tom told me you liked girls, and I've been waiting... praying that you'd
ask me for a long time."

The nurse took over, pulling the blouse off her wrists and dropping the
expensive garment to the floor. Michelle's hands were back on her tits with
one less layer of clothing in between. The tiny hands fluttered over the
shiny slippery material feeling the hard points sticking out, before
squeezing and kneading the full brown boobs. Waves of pleasure swept
through the nurse.

"Let me see them... they're so beautiful," the all but naked girl sighed.

Delia reached up behind her back and slipped the fasteners of her bra with
practiced ease. Anxiously the shivering secretary gasped the shoulder
straps and pulled the luxurious material off the magnificent black tits.

They weren't actually black. Milk chocolate was a much more accurate
description of their color. The girl looked in awe at the heavy pear shaped
mounds with the circular dark brown caps.

Michelle was trying to remember when she'd ever seen another woman's
breasts, in the flesh. She supposed it went back to high school gym
class. That memory made her shiver, recalling how embarrassed she'd been
since most of the other girls had so much more on top than she did. She'd
always changed in a hurry to hide her diminutive bust but hung around
fussing with her things so she could look at her classmates in various
stages of undress. By the time she went to her next class her pussy was
positively throbbing; just like it was doing now. As a bonus attraction she
had never in her life seen brown tits. There were no girls of color in her
class.

Delia's breasts were aching. They had been yearning for attention since
she'd first seen missus Peterson's ass that morning. Her luncheon companion
was taking too long, so she pulled the slender young woman's hands up and
mashed them against her needy boobs. It was all the prompting the girl
needed. Her hands went to work kneading and squeezing the plump fleshy
orbs.

While her tits got the attention they so craved, Delia slipped the
fasteners on her skirt and let it fall. Now they were even; both just a
pair of bikini underpants away from nudity.

Michelle's lips and tongue were sort of tingling. She wasn't Linda Lovelace
but her mouth was a highly erogenous zone for her. Because of the height
differential she didn't have to stoop much to capture one of the dark
chocolate treasures fronting the milk chocolate mound in her mouth.

Michelle always considered her round pert ass to be her number one sexual
asset, and from a visual point of view it was. The hidden asset was her
oral talent.

Delia laced her fingers in the girl's dark hair as much for support as to
keep that fantastic mouth in contact with her boob. The nurse felt her legs
buckling as her young companion ever so gently sucked and licked her
nipple. The very experienced black woman had had her tits adored by
many--men and women--but she'd never felt anything like what her husband's
secretary was doing. The pleasure rush threatened to take her over the edge
prematurely, so she pulled on the girl's hair and redirected the
unbelievably talented mouth to her other boob.

Now she knew what Tom had been raving about. She obviously didn't have a
dick but she could still somehow imagine what that sucking tonguing would
feel like if she did.

`I don't have a dick but I have something just as good... better,' the
swooning nurse thought.

She was sorry she'd had Jennifer pack up the bed, leaving the examination
table as her only option. There was a soft smacking sound when she pulled
the girl's mouth off her boob. Michelle looked at her host wondering if she
done something wrong, never having sucked a tit before.

The CEO stripped off the satin panties in breathtakingly quick move and
hoisted herself onto the crunch paper covering the examination
table. Michelle watched her boss's wife spread her legs wide revealing the
dark skin of her shaven vulva, split down the middle by a bright pink gash.

The girl could hardly breathe as the nurse's womanhood was put on
display. She was trying to adjust to that awesome sight when missus Bogdan
reached between her legs and pulled the fleshy folds open even further. The
secretary had looked at her own sex before, but in terms of close detailed
examination, that was it. She knew what the basic structures were called
and where they were located, and she was intimately familiar with what and
where the clitoris was; her own at least. She was surprised and thrilled
when the black woman on the exam table forced her love button from under
its protective cover and whispered breathlessly,

"Suck it."

For a moment the girl couldn't work out the logistics of how to properly
get her mouth on the protruding organ. As bad a way as she was in, Delia
still recognized the young woman's dilemma and said,

"Use the exam stool."

Immediately Michelle spied the low vinyl roll-about seat. She sat on it and
positioned herself between the milk chocolate thighs. The height was
perfect and she paused only briefly to inhale the woman's unique fragrance
before applying her talented and ever more versatile mouth to her boss's
wife's vulva.

Waves of pleasure swamped the naked nurse. Michelle's talent apparently was
universal. She swirled and licked quite rapidly before attaching to the
dark woman's pleasure center and giving it the kind of attention she'd only
applied to the head of a penis before. The clitoral glans was of course
much smaller than any cock she'd ever sucked but she did her best to give
it the full treatment.

Delia's long pent up orgasm gushed out in a rush of heat and ecstasy. She
didn't scream or tense up; it was more like all the tension and cares she
had, flowed out of her along with all the air in her lungs.

The girl felt her playmate go limp and surmised correctly what had
happened. She drank down the thin sweet nectar that was flowing, along with
continuing to collect the thicker abundant pussy juice.

`It's sure nothing like semen,' she thought recalling the salty musky taste
of male seed. `It's so sweet and thin... It's like desert!' she almost
giggled as she felt missus `B' pushing her head away again.

"It's too much... too much right now sweetheart," the woman on the table
explained, seeing the disappointment on the girl's face.

Michelle understood completely. Sometimes when she came she couldn't bear
to be touched for several minutes.

Montgomery Motors star oralist contented herself by closely inspecting her
host's vulva. Who knew when or if she'd get this chance again?

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Tom Bogdan was rolling up the passenger window of the Navigator at about
the same time his wife was experiencing her longsuffering orgasm. Turning
toward his dealership he knew what he had to do; he just didn't know how to
do it.

He went to his office to hang up his suit jacket and was surprised to see
Michelle's desk vacant. Sid had just rounded the corner and evidently
noticed the boss's reaction.

"She went to lunch... with YOUR wife," the Sales Manager announced and
without breaking stride disappeared into his own office.

Tom couldn't help but chuckle as he hung up his coat.

`I wonder if the little pixie knew she'd be on the menu when she accepted
the invite.' The light hearted moment was welcome respite from his stressed
situation.

`This isn't gonna get any easier,' he spurred himself and headed to the
service department.

"Hey Gus," he called jovially from the Service Manager's office doorway,
"Got a few minutes?"

The crusty vet looked up from his computer screen with a scowl and Tom
braced himself for a barrage.

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Patty had no trouble understanding the woman's reaction. Even though she
was pretty certain her patient had enjoyed receiving the breast examination
at least as much as she'd enjoyed giving it; letting some stranger poke
around between your legs was another matter altogether.

"I know this is quite an onerous requirement... but I'm afraid they have
made it mandatory, the nurse placed the blame squarely on the insurer,
which was where it belonged.

Tanya didn't move for several seconds. Missus Cornaveau didn't know if she
was considering her options, which were few, or bracing herself for the
embarrassment. In fact it was a little of both.

The redhead lay there asking herself how badly she actually needed this
insurance.

`I could go to another company... I've never heard of having to under go a
pelvic exam to qualify for life insurance... I'm sure they don't all
require it.'

That was one option.

`Obviously if I don't let her do the examination the application will be
rejected.'

She was mulling over the consequences of refusing when her pussy put in its
vote.

From somewhere deep in her subconscious, so deep that the thought didn't
have words, came the idea, the concept, the feeling, that she wanted the
attractive nurse to touch her intimately. That's when her womanhood spoke
up in favor by sending a wonderful thrill up through her core. Tanya's
conscious mind interpreted the subconscious message and she felt ashamed of
herself again but then the rationalization started.

`No one has touched me down there in so long... she's a professional, she
doesn't care if you're all wet... she does this all the time I'm sure she's
seen it before.'

Soon she found herself hooking her fingers into the waist band of her tummy
control underpants and pushing them down over her full hips.

Patricia realized she'd been wrong. The muff did match the hat. Missus
Howard had a full luxuriant growth of red pubic hair. The older woman was
definitely not up on the latest trends in pubic hair coiffure. The nurse
could not make out any details of the prone woman's vulva, but she did
notice that the hair directly between her patient's legs was stringy with
wetness.

`I guess she did enjoy the breast exam,' Patty thought as she took the two
steps necessary to position herself near the foot of the bed.

"Would you draw your knees up as far as you can for me," the nurse
requested.

When missus Howard's knees were essentially pointed at the ceiling and her
heels were nearly up against her butt; Patty sat at the foot of the bed in
the space that Tanya's lower legs had just vacated. From her new vantage
point it was even more evident how damp the red curly pubes were.

"Now if I can just get you to relax... I know how uncomfortable and
embarrassing this is," Patty consoled her patient as she pushed gently
outward on the older woman's knees.

"Let your legs go... let them fall completely open."

Tanya was complying and Patty unintentionally let her hands slide all the
way down the woman's inner thighs. The tantalizing touch evoked a long
groan from the naked widow.

"I'm sure you've had this done plenty of times... but I'll let you know
what I'm going to do before I do it... so you won't be surprised," the
nurse vowed.

"Is there anything you want me to explain before I begin?" Patty asked as
she donned the latex gloves.

"No" came the reply. It was weak and terrified sounding.

NEXT: Making the opening for Jim Cornaveau turns out to be easier than Tom
thought. Delia provides another first in young Miss Woznouski's life, and
Patty succumbs to one temptation only to encounter yet another.

House Calls 5

2009-05-14T10:02:00.000-07:00

Patricia felt the big invisible hand grab her crotch as she gripped the
turgid penis between two fingers and her thumb. The boy let out a deep
groan at the first contact. Slowly, and as gently as she could she slid the
concealing skin away from the bluish purple knob. The retracted skin folded
neatly under the corona. It had been a long time since she'd had a penis
this hard in her hand and the thoughts of what magical organ could do
amplified the gnawing feeling between her legs.

Her patient was making guttural sounds looking down at his exposed organ
held between the nurse's little fingers. Patty moved her head around to
look at the bulbous head from all sides but she had to pull it a little
toward her so she could inspect the side facing away from her. She had also
leaned forward so that her face was only inches from the engorged
boyhood. She gave herself a mental slap as the urge to take the teenaged
member in her mouth and suck it dry flashed through her mind.

"Just try to relax," she said as much to herself as to the naked lad softly
groaning on the bed. "Think about something else... about soccer," she
suggested.

"I'm going to quickly check your urethra now" she warned. Bringing her
right hand over, while still holding the bone hard shaft with her fingers
and thumb, she used two gloved fingers to separate the crease in the shiny
bulging purple glans.

Kevin rolled his head to the side preparing for the extremely intimate
touch from the curvaceous woman; that turned out to be something of a
mistake. He found himself looking directly up missus Cornaveau's skirt. Her
legs were a little apart as she leaned forward to examine his dick. With
his clouded vision and the poor lighting under her skirt he mistook the
pale rose petal pink crotch of her satin panties, for no panties at all.

She heard the deep grunt and saw the boy's testicles spasm. His hips lifted
slightly and she knew what was coming but she wasn't fast enough. The first
blast rocketed through an arc that landed the glob of pearly white fluid
near the groaning teen's collar bone. She managed to grab one of the
sterile wipes she had placed on the bedside table and got it over the end
of the ejaculating organ before the second blast occurred. The force of the
second and third squirts surprised her as they shot into the treated paper
she was holding in her right palm.

Kevin's head rolled from side to side and he felt like his balls were in a
vice with a blow torch aimed at them. At the same time he felt as though
he'd been punched in his lower belly, which he didn't know was his
prostate's version of the sensation he was feeling in his balls. When the
massive waves of pleasure subsided to ripples he was overcome with guilt
and the tears came to his eyes.

Far away and very faint he could hear the nurse saying "it's OK honey... no
harm done" as she was wiping the semen from his shoulder and upper chest.

"Maybe that will make the rest of the exam a little easier for you."

`I wish I had a way to make it easier for me!' Patty thought as she
squirmed her bottom against the chair.

The tears of shame were still trickling as the nurse took a fresh wipe and
dabbed the residual drops of cum from the boy's deflating penis. Then she
put the used wipes into the bio-waste bag she carried in her kit.

He still felt like he was at the bottom of a well. The sexy nurse's voice
was calling down to him,

"I'm going to examine your testicles and scrotum now."

He heard the distant sweet voice say but really didn't register what that
meant.

"Open up a little for me," she requested and pushed outward on his thighs
to clarify the command.

The latex encased hand lifted his sack and began to roll his still kind of
achy nuts around. Those tiny fingers were feeling all around each of his
balls. Kevin felt the pressure begin to build at the base of his cock
again.

`Oh no!' he thought as his dick started to respond.

Patty was enjoying the feel of the squishy little orbs in her hand while
still trying to maintain some control (as if she had any) over the pounding
in her pussy. Looking at the boy's balls it was impossible not to notice
the his penis begin to twitch and lengthen.

`Ahhh the strength and resilience of youth,' she thought.

Usually her forty year old husband couldn't get it up for hours
after... `course lately he couldn't get it up to begin with.

She was really finished the testicular exam but she continued to `play'
with her patient's balls, watching his member rise to the occasion.

`There's no harm in giving the young man a souvenir of the ordeal,' she
reasoned.

She looked back to the boy's face, where she saw a different kind of stress
developing. She also recognized that he was neither looking up at the
ceiling nor down at his dick as he had been doing for most of the exam. His
head was rolled to the side. Projecting his line of sight missus Cornaveau
realized how far apart her legs were.

`He's looking at my crotch!'

The impulse that slammed into her clit caused her `examining' hand to flex
just a little squeezing firmly on the boy's testicles.

"Are you a virgin Kevin?" she asked as the steady thump between her legs
intensified. His answer was just a groan but it had an affirmative ring to
it. She was having an urge to pull the crotch of her panties aside and give
the teenager a better view of paradise.

`I could finger myself... just a little... just enough to...' the thought
made her dizzy as she looked down to the young man's groin again;
confirming what she already knew. The sixteen, almost seventeen year old
member was at full attention again. The overexcited nurse was coming to the
conclusion that this could quickly get out of hand. Summoning a depth of
professionalism that she would later be very proud of she took her hand off
the boy's scrotum and announced in her best bedside voice,

"Just one more thing and then we're done."

"I need you to roll on you side facing away from me," she instructed as she
reached behind her into the examination kit for the lubricant.

At that moment, in his blissful ignorance, Kevin was happy to have his
erection hidden and out of the attractive woman's sight.

"Now I need you to draw this knee..." she touched his upper leg, "right up
to your chest." The boy complied still unaware of what was coming, and
feeling as comfortable as he had since the whole ordeal started.

"Now I'm going to examine your prostate," Patty informed her patient as she
mentally reviewed the procedure in her own mind.

She'd never actually done this on a living breathing human. During her
training they had used simulators. The rubber contraptions were effective
training tools because the synthetic prostate could be modified and
configured to mimic variety of disorders; thereby giving the students a
feel for what a normal, as opposed to a diseased organ felt like. She'd
thought earlier what an unnecessary invasion this was on a teenager but the
exam protocols were set up for much older applicants.

`Apply the lube aggressively,' she recalled her instructor saying `you
don't want it to feel like a caress.'

The thoughtful nurse stood up to get a better angle on her subject. Rising
from the chair caused her breasts to move and made her acutely aware of how
hard her nipples were. The feel of the slippery satin against the half inch
bullets sent a stream of pleasure waves washing over her.

She applied a large glob of the clear gel to the fingers of her right hand,
and then setting the tube back on the table she put her left hand on the
teenager's hard upper butt cheek. The extremely firm athletic gluteus felt
so good in her hand as she pried the cheeks apart.

Kevin had heard of a prostate and knew that he had one but he really had no
idea where it was, what it did, or what might be involved in examining
it. He was however beginning to get an inkling.

"To examine your prostate I will need to insert a finger into your anus far
enough to reach the gland which is located roughly at the base of your
penis."

The description of the procedure hit him like a hammer. His thoughts about
rectal penetration all had homosexual connotations and he yelped before the
nurse even touched him.

"Now, now," she said in as comforting a tone as she could summon "it's not
so bad... I need you to hold still and really try to relax for me... can
you do that?" she asked as she opened the boy's crack.

She did her visual inspection of the neat little brown pucker with its
light fringe of fine hair. Following the counsel from the instructor of the
nurse practioner's course Patty applied the lube aggressively enough to
splash some on to the boy's buttocks. Kevin let out a pathetic wail.

"I'm sorry," the nurse said, "I meant to warn you that it might be a little
cold."

Patty centered one finger on the anal sphincter and pressed gently to
ensure she was correctly aligned. Her patient groaned at the slight
invasion.

"OK, Kevin just relax... a deep breath in... then let it all out."

Patricia paired two of her small fingers together and with firm steady
pressure slid past the teenager's resisting asshole as he exhaled and
emerged inside his colon. She was taken a back by how delightfully hot and
tight it was in there.

`No wonder so many men want so badly to get their dick in a receptive ass,'
she thought `it's certainly a lot tighter than the most virginal pussy I've
ever had my fingers in.'

She was pleased with herself when she managed to locate the subject organ
and began to palpate it. The boy's groaning was reaching a new
intensity. That was when she recalled the prostate was also referred to as
the male `G' spot. Her poor patient was rolled on his side away from her
with a raging boner. She could only try to imagine the torment he was now
in with her massaging the source of his seminal fluid.

Almost as bad as her own she supposed.

Patty scooped the excess splashed lubricant from the teenager's left cheek
and worked it around on the latex glove covering her right hand. She leaned
in closer to her patient and said,

"Let me help you."

Her recently lubricated gloved hand slipped under Kevin's belly and located
the rock hardness of his penis. With ease the nurse retracted the fore skin
and with a circular pumping motion coated the bulging head with the
lubricating gel. When the boyhood was well greased she began a twisting up
and down motion. The fingers of her right hand were still stroking his
prostate. It only took seconds before the teenager was wailing and
ejaculating again this time into his bedclothes.

`Definitely gonna have to change the sheets now,' Patty almost giggled to
herself as she stepped back and stripped off her gloves. She was putting
the used latex into the bio-waste zip lock when she said,

"OK sweetie, that's it... all done"

For Kevin it was the under statement of his life. The strange tingling
feeling coming from his ass was joined by an even more unique sensation,
almost like a cramp, from his low belly, and finally his balls were full-on
aching. Even the young teenaged testicles objected to being asked to
deliver twice inside of half an hour.

He really didn't feel he could move even if he wanted to. He continued to
lay there curled almost into the fetal position even after he heard the
nurse exit his room and close the door.

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Outside the bedroom missus Cornaveau stood with her back against the door
post breathing deeply. The contract nurse was trying her very best to get
back under control.

What she'd done last to the teenager was deliberate sexual
assault. Everything up to that fateful act had been more or less
excusable. Not her thoughts of course, but that was another story
completely.

`The next one should be easier,' she encouraged herself picturing Kevin's
cute little twin sister.

The recollection of her reaction to Delia and Jennifer's simulation flashed
through her mind and the yearning in her womanhood reasserted itself.

`So much for that idea,' she thought.

Kimberly had been down stairs for a few minutes after her brother and the
nurse had gone up. When she arrived in her bedroom right next to her
brother's she didn't hear anything at first and started to tidy things up
since she was going to have a visitor. She was deciding what should go in
the wash and what could be worn again when she heard the first strange
sound. The wall adjoining the two bedrooms was not well insulated and Kimmy
had heard her brother sing out his ecstatic joy while masturbating many
times; that's what it sounded like. The thought that her brother was
playing with himself with the nurse in there made the teenaged girl shiver.

`Of course he isn't... duh!

It has to be whatever the nurse is doing to him causing him to...' That
thought really made her shiver.

`What is the nurse going to do to me?' the sixteen going on seventeen had
been apprehensive about the exam for a while but she'd put it out of her
mind. Now that it was only a few minutes away she explored her trepidation.

Kimberly wasn't nearly as shy as her brother. She had had a couple of boy
friends and a long line waiting to take the place of her current
selection. She'd done the necking and petting but the very athletic
cheerleader didn't seem to get much out of it. She was actually starting to
believe that there was something wrong with her. The boys were always so
rough,

`Their kisses are kinda gross... slobbery and... yuck.'

She actually much preferred the time she spent with the cheerleading squad
or playing volleyball and basketball with her girlfriends. She continued
the dating scene because everyone else did.

Listening to her brother masturbate definitely provoked a
reaction. Sometimes she would lie on her bed listening and play with
herself too. It always came out the same. She'd get all crampy and feel
worse by the time she gave up than when she'd started. Girls at school,
even some of her friends, claimed to have had fantastic orgasms by various
means; sometimes even with boys. Some days she was tempted to say `show me'
but she wasn't quite that bold.

`Maybe if there is something wrong the nurse will notice it... is she gonna
check down there?'

Once again the teenager shuddered at the thought. `It sure sounds like
she's checking Kev' out�down there.'

When she felt like she was ready to carry on Patty took one final deep
breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. While she'd been
standing outside Kevin's room she had noticed that the door of the room
next to it was ajar. She didn't know who was in there but she could detect
movement. As far as she knew it was only her and the twins in the house, so
most likely the door she was looking at was Kim's room. She took the two or
three steps and rapped gently on the frame.

"Come in," the sweet little voice invited and Patty entered the quite
feminine looking boudoir.

The first thing that hit the nurse was how much tidier the female twin's
room was. Little did she know that some of the usual clutter had been
cleared specifically for her visit. The second thing was the pleasant faint
fragrance. It didn't stink in the boy's room but there was definitely a
musky maleness too it. Kim's room smelled like hand soap more than
anything.

She took the liberty of looking around. One wall was adorned with pictures
of the cheerleading team. The young miz Reynolds figured prominently in all
of them. Many showed her leaping and in very athletic poses usually
including the mandatory pom-poms. The photos took Patricia back to her own
high school days. Returning her attention to the teenager on the bed she
thought the girl bore a resemblance to a classmate she'd had a crush on way
back then. Up until very recently she would never have admitted that it was
a crush�not even to herself.

"I'm all done with your brother and I'd like to get started with you now;
if you're ready," she announced her intensions.

"Uh, sure is there anything I need to do to... uh, to get ready?"

"It would be a good idea to empty your bladder," the nurse suggested.

"OK," the teenager agreed. She jumped off the bed and trotted down the
hall.

The nurse set her examination kit on the floor beside the bed and
commandeered the desk chair again for herself. A moment later the cute
little blonde returned. She was wearing a fairly baggy pair of grey flannel
shorts and a tight orange crop top.

"Before we begin I need to ask, you when did your last period end?" Patty
inquired as she put her pen and the insurance recording format on the night
stand.

"Uh, last Sunday" the girl answered somewhat taken aback by the question.

"Good... good," the nurse said scribbling the information on the form.

When she looked up the girl was standing directly in front of her.

"OK," Patty said putting down her pen, "I need you to remove your top and
shorts, please."

Kim crossed her arms without hesitation and pulled the snug fitting top
over her head. Her tits were bigger than the nurse had been
expecting. Evidently the top squashed the pert mounds quite a bit. She
certainly didn't qualify as busty but the firm high riding hills were
definitely a handful. Continuing the process the teenager pulled down her
flannel shorts and tossed them with the top on the foot of her bed. What
was left was a very tiny white thong, with thin straps that rode up over
her hip bones. She was naked except for the little white triangle that
bulged adorably over her plump mons. Patty was embarrassed at how her pussy
twitched when the girl dropped her shorts.

Plugging the stethoscope into her ears the nurse listened all over the
youngster's chest and back, giving breathing instructions as she
went. Satisfied with the heart and lungs she draped the stethoscope around
her neck. With the otoscope she checked Kim's ears and throat. As she was
returning that instrument to her bag she asked,

"Have you had your breasts examined before?" An answer was not forth coming
even when she turned to face the all but naked girl.

Kimmy's face looked a little blanched and her eyes were distant, sort of
unfocused. When she realized the nurse was looking at her�waiting for
her�she stammered,

"Uh... uh, no... no I haven't"

"I'm going to conclude that you don't examine your own breasts either... am
I right?"

The pale looking teenager confirmed with a nod. Patty stood admiring the
high firm pubescent perfection. Recalling how Delia had started with
Jennifer was causing her womanhood to tingle. She was tempted to do a
thorough massage of the teenaged orbs like her boss had, to satisfy her
prurient curiosity. The girl looked so nervous that, in spite of the
desperate state she'd been left in by the exam on the darling girl's twin,
she summoned all her professionalism and said,

"Lie down on the bed for me, please."

The nurse wrapped the blood pressure cuff around the girl's upper arm and
pumped it up. Re-inserting the stethoscope ear pieces she alternated
between looking at the pressure gauge and the plumpness of the teenager's
chest.

Kim was not that shy around other women and girls. She was quite proud of
her development. Her participation in sports meant she was naked in front
of members of her own sex frequently. Most of the girls undressed at their
lockers and then wrapped a towel around them to walk to the
showers. Obviously everyone was naked in the shower, but it was steamy and
the shyer girls were in and out in seconds; it seemed. It wasn't like a
nude-y show but she had regular opportunities to compare herself to her
peers and was confident she stacked up nicely.

Looking at the other girls usually caused a sweet little tingle between her
legs and that did embarrass her. There was one girl in particular who
generated a bigger sexual charge than the rest.

She noticed Sue Ellen MacPhee the very first gym class of the year. Her
classmate was, in the vernacular of the boys, stacked. She was also one of
the few girls who didn't seem to be in the least self-conscious. Kim was
pretty sure it was the tits that made the girl with the auburn shoulder
length hair so bold. Bigger boobs were definitely a key from miz Reynolds'
observation. The girls with the least to hide seemed the most intent on
covering up.

Kim considered herself to be in the upper middle of the range in terms of
bust development; Sue Ellen was at the top. Watching her classmate's
hooters wobble and sway as she went from the locker to the showers had
become the best part of gym period. The nicely proportioned cheerleader now
paced her changing, showering routine so she could watch Sue Ellen walk to
the showers. Then she would quickly join the auburn haired young woman for
the pussy gripping show as she soaped herself, always making sure she was
out first so she could observe miz MacPhee's return trip to her locker.

Even though being fascinated with her fellow student's chest embarrassed
her and gave her concerns about her sexual orientation. Kim was
disappointed and sad when the last gym class of the year was over.

`I wonder what they feel like... what would it be like to cuddle with her
instead of those nasty pawing boys?'

Kim regretted never being able to summon the courage to approach her.

Like a lot of pubescent girls breasts had become a focal point. Observation
of each other's busts, as well as pubic hair development, was a matter for
constant comparison. Although it was rarely discussed; still they were all
doing it. Kimmy had never allowed anyone to touch her boobies. A couple of
boys had managed to `cop a feel' but she'd slapped their hands away
immediately. She'd learned from her experimentation, on those nights
listening to her brother, that her breasts were quite sensitive and capable
of producing marvelous sensations. In some ways the feelings she produced
there were even more arousing than touching down below.

It was this thought that was playing on her mind as she positioned herself
on her bed. She was pretty sure the nurse was `checking out' her tits while
the uncomfortably tight BP cuff inflated and eventually deflated. The very
attractive older woman had an intriguing bust of her own.

`She's gonna touch my boobies,' the girl was stressed by the thought. Miz
Reynolds was nervous about how her body was going to react.

With her stretched out on her back, the nurse lifted Kim's right arm and
put it over her head. Kim felt her girlhood flutter just a little as the
woman beside her bed pressed three fingers into the tender resilient flesh
of her boob and began a sort of twisting rotary motion, squishing its
firmness between the skilled fingers and her chest wall. Eventually the
nurse's fingers made contact at the very edge of her hyper sensitive
areola. Stepping around the pubescent mound in small increments, each time
the seated woman's fingers completed a segment, one of her digits brushed
the girl's very pale plum like areola.

Patty was watching the girl's pale pink mushroom caps darken and take on a
somewhat bumpy appearance. In the center a corn kernel sized projection
emerged. When the nurse began the palpation directly between the pliable
teenaged boobs she let her thumb make incidental contact with the emerging
little peg. The girl's consequent gasp made missus Cornaveau's womanhood
spasm. She was immediately ashamed of herself for doing it; but she didn't
regret it.

"They're quite sensitive, aren't they?" she observed a little hoarsely.

"Mmmmm..." was the teenager's closed eye response.

On her next pass Patricia flicked the nubbin more deliberately; noting how
much bigger and harder it had become.

"Ugh!" the girl grunted.

Her formerly smooth light pink areola was now flushed a much darker shade
and completely crinkled and bumpy. The nipple itself stood up like a red
pea on a tiny textured saucer.

Patty glanced at her patient's other boob noticing that the matching pale
plum had begun to crinkle up just a little too in imitation of its mate.

Kimmy felt awesome pressure exerting itself between her legs. She would
have been surprised and thrilled to know that the woman examining her
breasts was in even worse shape. The chestnut haired nurse squirmed against
the desk chair and felt more of the reservoir of juice escape into her pink
satin panties.

`I gotta use a liner with these' she realized. The unabsorbent material
allowed the thick discharge to pool making her normally crinkly pubic hair
feel damp and soggy.

`Come by zhe shop and I will `elp you wiss eet.' Simone's words came back
to her.

The image of what the seamstress had in mind made the nurse feel dizzy.

`How would it feel if I was shaved? How would that delightful soft slippery
material feel applied directly to my labs?'

A warm rush washed over her and she realized that her breast examination
had paused during her mental side trip. Giving her head a little shake she
finished the last sector of her patient's right boob and moved on to her
left.

Leaving forward slightly she to begin the palpation of the young woman's
other breast she felt her bullet hard nipples rub against the softness of
her satin bra cups again. Each of the aroused half inch pegs sent its
pleasure message directly to her clit. How she longed to squeeze and finger
those sensitive nubs, but she rededicated herself to completing the
examination in progress, accidentally tweaking the teenager's emerging
nipple instead. Each time a finger or a nail contacted the tiny peg, the
supine miz Reynolds vocalized the erotic stimulation very softly.

Kim was feeling the deep crampy sensation she associated with her under
achieving masturbation exercises. It was like when she listened to the
Kevin Reynolds pleasure hour; hour... more like the Kevin Reynolds pleasure
five minutes. That was one of the reasons, she thought, that she could
never quite reach her goal.

`He cums so quickly... then I don't have anything to keep me... going.'

She turned toward the leaning nurse who was manipulating her vulnerable
naked boob and was treated to a view down the open neck of the silk
blouse. She could see the inner slopes creating three or four inches of
cleavage ably assisted by the pink satin cups.

`Why didn't I think about Sue Ellen when I was diddling myself?' she
wondered

`Her body always got me all hot and bothered... if I'd thought about her
walking back from the showers... maybe... maybe...'

The image her brain was conjuring was augmented by the very real mature
breasts she was able to view down the neck of the nurse's blouse. The cramp
had become a sort of rumbling like a very very low frequency sound; the
kind you feel as opposed to hear.

Patty took her hands off her young patient's breast. She was tempted to
give the nicely erect nipples a firm pinch, but she restrained herself.

`That's only gonna make it worse,' she thought as she checked off her
unremarkable (from a medical prospective) breast exam on the insurance
form.

Turning back to her patient she looked the teenager in the eye and said,

"I'm gonna need you to take these off for me now," touching the string
above the girl's hip bone.

Kimmy moaned in arousal and embarrassment. She wasn't shy around members of
her own sex, but standing or walking around allowing all her treasures to
be glimpsed was quite different from having a woman look directly at
her�examine her.

The tight feeling that had long since completely taken over her pelvis got
much tighter as she hooked her thumbs in the waist elastic of the tiny
white thong and began to lower it.

The nurse's eyes were riveted to the plump mons that made the little white
cotton triangle at the juncture of those athletic teenaged thighs
bulge. Kim couldn't remember ever being so aware of the sensual feel of the
ass string pulling between her butt cheeks. With the grace of a dancer she
raised her hips to allow the waistband room to slide over her bum. The
elastic seemed to caress her backside generating a tingling sensation that
radiated outward from her sensitive ass.

When the miniscule piece of cloth reached Kim's knees, Patty assisted by
taking hold near the crotch bonnet and dragged the leg loops over the
girl's cute little feet. Inside the thong crotch the nurse could feel the
dampness. She longed to bring the juice coated underwear to her face, to
sniff it, and lick it, but knew that she couldn't. She reluctantly tossed
the undergarment on the far side of the bed and consoled herself by
returning her gaze to the teenager's fully exposed pudenda.

The fuzzy blonde hair had obviously been trimmed but only at the outer
margins. The appearance was of a curly golden strip that started on the
young woman's pubic bone and with straight parallel sides went down over
the fleshy top and surrounded the demurely closed slit of the plump outer
labia. The neat teenaged vulva revealed none of its delectable inner
secrets.

Getting up from the commandeered desk chair, Patty lifted her patient's
ankles up toward her butt and sat on the foot of the girl's bed. Initially
the teenager's legs felt a little stiff, but they soon relaxed and she
allowed her examiner to position her feet up against her tushy.

"Just relax and let your knees fall outward," the nurse instructed applying
a little pressure on the slender columns of the girl's thighs.

The teenaged legs opened slowly causing the fat outer lips to part creating
a dark pink wetly glistening canoe shaped crease. Patty inhaled deeply
through her nose trying to catch the girl's scent but it was very
faint. Kimmy felt herself opening and for the first time became aware how
wet she was. The embarrassment wasn't strong enough to overcome the rumble
that had increased in pitch until it was more like a hum.

Missus Cornaveau gazed down at the irresistible treat and realized she had
forgotten to bring any examination gloves or lubricant with her over to the
bed. She was about to get up and go to her bag and retrieve them when the
thought occurred,

`She's never had a pelvic exam before... she doesn't know the procedure and
protocols.'

The thought of probing the virginal vagina bare handed made her quiver in
anticipation. There was strong evidence that an artificial lubricant
wouldn't be needed.

"Are you sexually active?" the nurse asked, surprised at how difficult it
was to get the words out.

The pause was long enough to cause Patty to tear her eyes off the split
pink peach and look at her patient's face. The girl's face was an even
darker shade of pink than her hair covered little mons. It was a simple
enough question, and Kimmy had no doubt about the answer, but having the
busty nurse staring at her very exposed coochie had temporarily robbed her
of the ability to speak. It was fortunate that her examiner looked at her
because it made the lateral head shake indicating the negative a viable
option.

"Do you masturbate?" Patricia asked even though there was nothing in her
script that required any such information.

The naked teenager with her legs spread about as far as her supple hips
would allow was shocked and uncomfortable with the question. It seemed to
her that the answer was not entirely straightforward.

`If you play with yourself but you don't cum... Does it count?'

Part of her wanted to say `no I don't' because she had this puritanical
shyness that said self-pleasuring was wrong and dirty. The other part
wanted to blurt out the frustration she felt at not being able to climax.

`If I did that,' she reasoned, `it would open the door to asking her
why. She's very knowledgeable about the female anatomy... maybe there's
something wrong down there... but if she doesn't know... if she's not
looking for it...'

Missus Cornaveau was content to continue her visual inspection of the
girl's vulva but she had expected some kind of an answer, not necessarily
the truth.

"It's OK ya know... to masturbate. Lots of women do it, including me... and
every male does it whether they admit it or not."

Patty felt a thrill at cutting her pubescent patient some slack and making
the very personal confession at the same time.

`If she only knew how badly I need to touch myself right now...' she
mentally lamented. `By the looks of her cookie, if she's never done it
before, she's sure ready to do it now.'

Patty scanned up over the tummy that, despite the girl's obvious
conditioning, still showed a hint of baby fat; up over the pert breasts
only slightly flattened by her prone position, to her strained looking cute
little face framed in the blonde curls.

"Uh... sometimes I uh... uh... touch myself," she confessed.

Maybe it was only semantics, and maybe even that was only her
interpretation but `touching yourself' wasn't necessarily the same as
masturbation; was it?

"I thought so, judging by how sensitive your breasts are" the nurse
commented; apparently missing the subtle distinction Kimmy was aiming for.

"I need you to try and relax, as best you can," Patricia continued looking
the nervous girl in the eye.

"I'm going to palpate your labia. That means feel all around, to make sure
there are no abnormalities. Then I will insert two fingers in your vagina,
if your hymen permits. I'll feel your cervix; the neck of your uterus, and
then I'll use my other hand on your tummy and feel your bladder and try to
feel your ovaries."

Patty explained the bi-manual pelvic exam she was about to perform. Just
describing it generated a large wave of heat that came sweeping up from her
pelvis.

Kimberly heard `feel all around' and her head began to swim. When she heard
`insert two fingers in your vagina...' she got so dizzy that the rest of
her examiner's explanation fell on deaf ears.

The hum in her pussy had reached such a pitch that if it were actually a
sound; it might be outside the range of human hearing. The constant
thrilling vibration was still accompanied by the gnawing pressure deep
inside.

Patricia saw her patient's eyes glaze over and knew that she was no longer
being heard. Still she issued the verbal warning,

"I'm going to touch you now."

She made sure the backs of her hands made contact with the teen's widely
spread inner thighs on her way to her magnificent looking pubescent vulva.

The feel of the soft fine hair under her finger tips and the hot slippery
inside of the plump outer labia under her thumbs caused multiple tremors in
the nurse's womanhood. Her hips squirmed involuntarily, feeling more of her
pent-up juices being deposited in the crotch of the pink satin panties.

Kim let out a deep sigh as her large lips; the least sensitive part of her
girlhood were being massaged.

"I don't cum though," the teenager said, amazed at how easily the words
came out.

Patty was intently focused on her task and the girl had been making sounds
since the first time she'd touched her; very few of them were
words. Understandably the nurse missed the statement the first time.

"I'm sorry, what did you say honey?"

"I can't cum when... when I touch myself," Kimmy once again was impressed
with how even and clear her voice came out.

"Do you, uh see... um anything wrong... uh, down there?"

It was out. She'd asked the question inviting the busty woman to explore
her even more thoroughly. Kimmy felt an enormous sense of relief just by
revealing her frustrating experiences.

"Do you mean you've never had an orgasm?" the nurse asked for clarification
while still holding on to the teen's outer lips.

"No... no I haven't."

Her mind was relieved but Kim felt like her pussy was going to explode if
she didn't get help soon.

"Oh you poor thing; you must be so congested," Patricia said with sincere
compassion in her voice.

Using the fingers of her left hand she lifted and separated the heavy lips
to make a visual appraisal of the inner surfaces. Miz Reynolds inner lips
were remarkably tiny. Following the canoe shape to the top Patty had to
look carefully to find the similarly diminutive prepuce.

`Unless she's the victim of some radical religious mutilation she has a
clit,' the nurse thought in full confidence.

Still holding the meaty part of the pubescent vulva open with the thumb and
fore finger of her left hand, she moved her right hand to apply pressure at
the apex of the labia minora. She was glad when she felt the firm ridge of
the clitoral shaft under her finger and by pulling back on the tiny flap
she saw the rice grain sized glans emerge.

Kim didn't know what it was but she was having never before experienced
sensations. The deep cramps were turning into something more like a
pounding and pulsating.

"Do you have a hand mirror?" the supine naked girl with her thighs spread
one hundred and eighty degrees could scarcely believe the question.

"Ugh, ugh...oh, on the dresser," she managed to grunt and then wished she'd
said no when the nurse removed her hands from her throbbing sex to retrieve
the looking glass.

Patricia handed it to the girl who looked like she'd just seen a ghost. The
expression etched in the cute blonde's face looked like terror but was in
fact was arousal beyond the limits of her endurance.

"Hold this so you can see what I'm doing," nurse Cornaveau instructed and
reapplied her hands to the tender adolescent pussy in virtually the same
way as before.

"Do you see this?" she asked her patient hovering her finger over the
teenager's tiny love button.

Kim made a sound that may have been a word in her mind but what came out of
her mouth was just an affirmative sounding grunt.

"This is your clitoris and it's quite deep and recessed. I don't think
you're giving it enough direct stimulation," the older woman analyzed.

Patty scooped some of the copious lubricating fluid the teen was producing
and applied it to the miniature treasure.

"You may find a back and forth motion like this is very effective or
sometimes a more rotary action is better." Missus Cornaveau began
demonstrating the techniques she was describing.

Kimberly was watching her own girlhood being manipulated reflected in the
mirror but her muscles were all suddenly on fire and vibrating. Her toes
and feet went completely numb as if they had fallen off. Everything started
shaking violently. The orgasming girl let go of the uselessly flip flopping
mirror and grabbed both of Patty's forearms ramming the nurse's hands hard
against her exploding pussy as the first of several massive waves of
pleasure enveloped her.

Patty allowed the girl to clamp her hands between her thighs and roll on
her side. The initial scream had been so loud that the nurse's ears were
still ringing when the girl's violent spasms resolved to twitches.

`It's a good thing her brother went out,' Patty mused. `He would have
thought I was killing her.'

With the teenager on her side moaning and seemingly only semi conscious,
Missus Cornaveau's own need attacked her like a ravenous animal.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of the pink silk blouse. She managed
to get two or three open and thrust her hands inside grabbing her aching
tits roughly through the slippery satin bra cups. The relief of THAT
pressure only increased the yearning that snapped at her from between her
legs.

Rolling onto her back, lying widthwise across her patient's bed she hiked
up the short medium grey skirt and slipped her hand under the waistband of
the satin panties. Instantly all of her fingers were thoroughly coated in
pussy juice from both sides. The reservoir she had been filling for over an
hour in the crotch of her underwear covered the back of her fingers and the
new juice flowing freely from her womanhood doused her finger tips.

Everything was so slippery that she had difficulty working her way though
her fleshy folds. Once she was able to separate the slick lips, her fingers
went to work on her pounding love button. She was so excited that she had
really thought she'd cum as soon as she touched herself but it didn't
happen. The initial contact felt wonderful but she felt as if she was
cruising on a plateau. She'd been too horny for too long and now she was
stuck.

She was about to wail out her frustration when she felt the little hands
pulling her hand away from her tits. Opening her eyes she saw her patient
kneeling on the bed over top of her.

"Please, let me..." the girl begged as she tugged firmly at the pink satin
cups.

Patty was amazed at the elasticity of her bra which stretched far enough to
allow Kimmy to free her right breast. The teenager's eyes were the size of
saucers looking at the mature dark areola surrounding the half inch long
red nipple. The nurse's hand was twisting rapidly against her burning sex
when the cute little blonde descended and sucked the rubbery peg into her
mouth and lashed it with her tongue.

That's all it took! One second later the older woman's long delayed orgasm
exploded in her belly sending its electric sparks down every nerve, to
every part of her body. When the convulsions stopped Patty laid there
shivering and feeling a little guilty about what had just happened.

Her teenaged patient was lying beside her with her head on her
breast. Patricia's right boob was unnaturally plumped up by the tension of
her over stretched shoulder strap, pulling on collapsed bra cup which was
bunched uncomfortably under her tit.

She stroked the youngster's blonde curls. The adorable big blue eyes looked
up at her and the girl said,

"Thank you." It came out soft and hoarse.

NEXT: Jim Cornaveau gets up the courage to make the call to Tom Bogdan.
After a pit-stop Patty meets her next patient who proves that horniness is
not the exclusive domain of the young.
Delia offers her services to Tom's secretary pro bono.

House Calls 4

2009-05-14T10:00:00.000-07:00

Jim was still in bed when she took her shiny new lap top to the living room
with her first coffee of the morning. It had been a disappointing
evening. She'd arrived home walking on a cloud. Standing on the front steps
of her home, the one she was now sure they wouldn't loose for non-payment,
looking at her new ride it was hard to believe all that had happened in one
day. The emerald green Mercury shone showroom new, though it wasn't. As
with all the cars Tom Bogdan provided his wife's nursing business it was a
low mileage lease return. The car had been well cared for by the lessee and
Montgomery Motors detailing shop was second to none. The only way to tell
it wasn't new was to look at the odometer.

She'd gone in the door excited to tell her husband about her conversation
with Tom Bogdan; about the possibility that the car dealership owner had a
job for her chronically out of work engineer husband. She found him asleep
on the couch with the evening news playing to no one. She was relieved in a
way. It gave her time to soak in a hot bath, wash off the residuals from
the day's sexcapades and really think about what had happened today; how
her life had changed; how she had changed.

After her bath she'd made dinner before waking her sick husband. Her
enthusiasm when she gave him Tom's business card was not contagious. He had
grunted somewhat noncommittally between mouthfuls and set the card on the
table. It was still there when she cleaned up the dishes. She had excitedly
told him about how much money she'd be making, her new wardrobe, her new
car, her bag of electronic gadgets, none of it got much of a reaction. She
sat with him for a while, watching some police drama that he was looking at
but�she was pretty sure�not watching. She wasn't into it either and
was glad for the interruption when the door bell rang at around
nine-thirty.

Simone Larue looked really, really tired standing in her doorway holding
the bulging garment bag. The French woman's red rimmed eyes bespoke of the
visually demanding work she'd just done. Patty invited her in but wasn't in
the least surprised when the seamstress declined. She thanked the exhausted
woman profusely for her long hours, and marveled at the normal, ho-hum
nature of their brief conversation. There was no mention whatsoever of
their manage a trios in the Bogdan and Associate's boardroom. She watched
the boutique owner make her way back to her SUV parked behind the green
Mercury. Just before she got in miz Larue called back to her; "I meant what
I zed about zhe `air. Come by zhe shop and I will `elp you wiss eet." The
suggestion made her overused pussy tingle in spite of its deep fatigue.

Patty returned to the couch with her husband after hanging her new wardrobe
in the bedroom closet. She was even less engaged in the program than before
so she retired to the bedroom to read. It had been a physically exhausting
and emotionally draining day. She'd fallen asleep quite quickly and didn't
know when he'd come to bed. When her six o'clock alarm rang he didn't stir
at all.

She opened her computer and logged on, pushing her marital woes as far to
the back of her mind as she could. The remote access WiFi card was
surprisingly fast. She was in the Bogdan and Associates web site in
seconds; logged in and updating her schedule in two minutes. She was sure
there wouldn't be any updates this morning. Jennifer had left early and
she'd left the office with Delia but still she thought it was good
practice. It would become her first order of business each morning. She had
only three appointments on her calendar for the day `Hmmm...' she thought
`Delia had said four a day, and try to get to five... maybe they're just
taking it easy on me the first day' she rationalized.

Each of the entries in her calendar had a map attached. She only had one
appointment in the morning. It was at nine-thirty. The family name was
Reynolds. Patty estimated that in rush hour traffic it would take her
forty-five minutes to get across town, she decided to give herself an
hour. The clock in the corner of her screen said six-forty. She had plenty
of time to shower and have breakfast. Her second appointment was at one and
her last at three-thirty. They were all within blocks of each other so once
she got to the Reynolds's residence her travel time between would be
negligible.

After her shower she dried and put her shoulder length chestnut locks in a
bun, as she usually did for work. A massive thrill coursed through her when
she put on the pale pink satin undies. The lingerie felt so wonderful
against her erogenous zones. Patricia was amazed she had any sexual
feelings at all after yesterday.

`I had more sexual excitement in that one day than I've had in the previous
year all totaled.' What she wasn't accounting for was the `acclimatization
effect'; the more you get, the more you want.

Applying her makeup the contract nurse consciously suppressed the feelings
of arousal that were emerging.

`You've got work to do sweet cheeks' she reminded herself, but still felt a
firm thump in her womanhood when she caught sight of herself in the bedroom
mirror.

The rose petal pink blouse looked very nice with the medium grey
suit. Forgetting the advice Delia had offered yesterday she chose the skirt
instead of the pants. Everything was of course perfectly tailored thanks to
Simone. Patty was slightly surprised at how short the skirt was.

`It's the fashion' she recognized.

`Just because you haven't bought anything new in the last five
years... time marches on. And besides you've got the legs for it,' she
ended by complimenting herself and stood in profile to the mirror to check
out her butt.

Turning even further she felt a tickle inside her new satin panties looking
at her ass over her shoulder.

`Well we really think a lot of ourselves today... don't we?' she almost
giggled at the regal thought.

Back facing the mirror she straightened the lapels of her jacket and was
pleased with how it lay so neatly over her boobs.

`That's what expert tailoring will do for ya' she acknowledged.

Getting clothes that fit correctly in the bust without being saggy and
floppy everywhere else had always been a problem.

A quick peck on the side of her unmoving husband's head and she was on her
way to the door. Black wedge heeled pumps were comfortable and sensible
footwear with the grey suit. Lap top case hanging from the shoulder strap
and examination kit bag in hand, she was off.

Her time estimate proved to be pretty much bang on. She pulled up in front
of the Reynolds' residence at ten after nine. The traveling nurse opened
the lap top and reviewed the detail she had on her first appointment. The
application was for Kimberly and Kevin Reynolds.

`Ah-ha!' Patty realized why she had only three appointments. The first one
was a double-header.

Scanning further she noticed the date of birth; `nineteen ninety-one!'
Patricia quickly did the math, `they're not even seventeen yet... they have
the same birthday... they're twins.' The information fit together in a
flowing cascade.

`Obviously they're not the home owners.'

She read through the medical questionnaires. `Two healthy teenagers' she
concluded. The usual childhood diseases measles, chicken pox etcetera but
otherwise no concerns. Her curiosity as to why she'd be doing life
insurance physicals on teenagers was answered in the comments section
filled in by the sales agent.

`Existing coverage only in effect while off-spring are permanent residents
of the policy holder's home. Applicants will attend college in the fall and
be living outside the family home.'

Having all the information she needed and her curiosity satisfied as a
bonus Patty closed her computer. She got the examination kit out of the
trunk and rang the Reynolds' door bell at twenty-five after nine. It was
taking longer than she'd thought it should so she rang again.

She estimated that the handsome young man who answered the door was close
to six feet tall. His tousled sandy blonde hair could have used a combing.

"Good morning, I'm missus Cornaveau. I'm a nurse with Bogdan and
Associates. We've been contra..."

"Contracted to do our medicals" the boy finished her sentence. "We've been
expecting you" he seemed a little jittery as he stepped aside to admit the
nurse.

"Kimmy!" he shouted "the nurse is here!"

His sister came down the stairs. Patty hadn't known very many twins and she
was fascinated by how alike they looked.

`They're twins... duh' she admonished herself but the thing she couldn't
figure out was how one could look so handsome in a masculine way and the
other be pretty and adorably feminine. She was pondering the question,
looking back and forth between the siblings when Kevin interrupted her
deliberations.

"I've got a soccer practice at eleven. Will we be done by uh... ten-thirty
or so?"

"I guess that settles who's going first," Patty replied smiling at the
nervous looking pair. "It`ll be easiest to do the examination in your
room."

The look of shock; maybe fear, she saw in the boy's eyes brought back the
memory of Jenny's slack jawed look at the beginning of the mock exam
yesterday. There was no detail in it, but the whole erotic scenario flashed
through the traveling nurse's mind at breath-taking speed. She tried to
ignore the tingling between her legs.

`I wonder what he was expecting' Patty mused.

Kevin had woken up with his typical morning woody. He would have still been
sleeping if Kim hadn't pounded on his door at a quarter after nine and
reminded him. He didn't need a dream to wake up hard but this morning he'd
been in that twilight world (the one where you're almost conscious but not
quite) when his sister knocked. He was dreaming of Miz Meyers, his English
Lit teacher and her magnificent hooters. The rumors that were spreading at
the end of the school year that she was lezzie just made her that much more
exciting. Hell, he even had suspicions that his own sister might be headed
that way.

Kevin was imagining using his boyish charm to get her to let him nuzzle
that incredible rack and turn her back to the hetero side. He was
unconsciously pushing against bed. In his dream it was Angela Meyer's
tits. After Kim roused him�OK he was already roused�woke him up; he
stumbled to the bathroom to relieve himself. Struggling to get his still
semi erect cock aimed at the toilet he wondered if he had time to deal with
the problem. He went back in his room and was about to take a crack at it
when the door bell rang. His sister had gone into the washroom as he was
coming out so he knew he had to answer it.

He grabbed a pair of jeans conveniently lying on the floor and a T shirt
similarly stored half under the bed. Jumping into the jeans commando style
he dropped the shirt over his head�it was inside out�as he bounded
down the stairs. The pretty face of the nurse with her hair severely pulled
back didn't have much impact, but his eyes automatically descended to
review the rest of her form. He never got further than the tented jacket
that obviously housed some serious guns. For the pubescent boy she no
longer needed a head and if she was gonna have one it might as well be miz
Meyer's; the woman of his dreams. His not quite relaxed boyhood sprang
almost back to full extension. He hunched at the waist almost bowing as he
opened the door to let the busty nurse in, hoping she wouldn't notice his
ogling of her tits or the erection that was pushing unfettered against the
front of his jeans.

He stayed with the door which positioned him at the nurse's side and
allowed him to use the door as partial cover. It wasn't polite to stare at
women's chests. He knew that, and Kevin Reynolds had been raised to be
polite. Polite was why his wet dream about his teacher could never come
true. The young master Reynolds was as shy as he was handsome and
athletic. He would never be able to summon the confidence to put a move on
his well endowed teacher; hell he could hardly summon the courage to put a
move on girls his own age. Did he even have a move?

When the nurse had said they needed to go to his bedroom for the
examination the teenager had gotten a cramp in his balls, and his pubescent
imagination went crazy. He was there when his father had signed the
insurance application. He distinctly recalled the salesman saying;

"Ya just fill in the medical history and they send somebody around to see
if your heart's beating and you're breathing, that's about it."

In truth the salesman had no idea how extensive the physical exam was [he
would have been shocked] but it wouldn't have changed his approach one iota
had he known. He wasn't about to say anything to scare prospective clients
away�was he?

The answer to Patty's unspoken question was that Kevin had been expecting
to have to remove his shirt, at most. There was no need for privacy to do
that. Maybe when she examined Kim but... His racing brain and flip flopping
bowels, not to mention the tension in his scrotum, made him hard of
hearing. The nurse was saying for the second time, after waiting patiently
for his response when she'd originally suggested they go to his room.

Meanwhile Kimberly had been admiring the traveling nurse's expensive
looking outfit and how beautifully it displayed her slightly top heavy
figure.

`I wonder if her boobs are bigger than Sue Ellen's�`

Kim gave herself a mental slap for even having such a thought. She was sure
that part of her brother's catatonia was a result of a similar line of
thinking, so she figured she'd better give him a push before they wound up
standing there all day.

"Earth to Kevin, come in Kevin" his sister's stupid parody got his
attention. He looked into the eyes of the nurse from the insurance company,
who was saying,

"You're gonna be late for your practice if we don't get started."

"Yeah, yeah sure" he agreed and headed up the stairs, glad that the curvy
older woman was behind him.

A cyclone probably could have made an improvement on the boy's room. Kevin
scooped up enough stuff from near the door as he entered to give Patty a
place to walk where the soles of her shoes would actually be touching the
floor. The contract nurse set her examination kit on the surprisingly empty
bureau top and pulled out the stethoscope. She clipped the ear pieces
behind her neck and said matter of factly,

"Just slip your T shirt and jeans off for me."

Kevin Reynolds was sure he was going to pass out.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

While the boy across town was struggling to remain standing, Delia Bogdan
was picking up her vibrating PDA from the Lincoln's leather seat. "Bogdan
and Associates, Delia speaking"

"Hello miz Bogdan, Charlie Grimes from Worker's Compensation"

"Hi Charles what's up?"

"I was wondering how quickly you could get in to see an injured worker for
us."

Before she even checked her calendar Bogdan's CEO knew she was going to do
it. The state paid really well and her `in' was that she was flexible and
fast. She would take no chances with loosing that advantage. Still she
needed to maintain the mystique.

"Hang on Charlie, I'm checking," she wasn't.

After what she thought was a suitable pause she said, "How's this morning?
That fast enough for ya?"

"Delia you're a Godsend. I'll e-mail you all the particulars right away"
the bureaucrat sounded genuinely relieved.

"Can you give me the basics now?" she asked watching for the mail icon to
pop up.

"Three weeks ago a woman hurt her back at Harper Machinery. The first
diagnosis was just strain; she could return to any work that didn't require
lifting. The next day her family doctor is saying she has a disc problem L2
- L3. Now they're claiming she's lost or is loosing lower body sensation
and some sawbones wants to operate. We need another opinion on her
status. Just to make things hotter Ron Harper himself has gotten into the
mix, claiming the woman had prior injuries. He's very well connected... uh,
politically you know."

"Sounds like your boss wants the fire put out," Delia summarized as the
file came through.

"You got it! I mean if she really is as badly injured as they say
then... well OK... uh, I don't mean OK what I mean..."

"I get the drift Charles. You don't mind paying if it's valid but you don't
want to be on the hook if it's bogus"

"Exactly" the compensation adjuster sounded grateful to have the issue
stated succinctly.

"I'll file my report by two... maybe one if it's really straight forward"

"Thanks Delia, I owe ya one." Those were words she always loved to hear
form customers; particularly the government kind.

She was in the parking lot of her office building but she used the cell to
inform Jenny that something had come up.

"I'll be in some time this afternoon," she informed her girl Friday. Next
she located the name and phone number of the claimant in the file.

"Mister Peterson... Hi my name is Delia Bogdan..." she explained the
situation tactfully to the injured worker's husband. His wife Cynthia was
in bed and couldn't come to the phone. The persuasive nurse with several
years of management and administration under her belt managed to get
permission to come right over. They had no choice, they had to let her see
the victim but she was glad she didn't have to call Charlie back to have
him explain their obligations.

She arrived at the two story older home twenty minutes later. Examination
bag in hand she rang the door bell.

Ned Peterson answered the door looking a little haggard. They shook and he
escorted missus Bogdan up to their bed room.

"Cindy, this is the lady I was telling you about... the one who called a
little while ago," Ned explained from the doorway.

The blonde woman looked up from the book she was reading and acknowledged
their conversation. Delia turned to the husband and said,

"If you could just give us a few minutes�"

Mister Peterson recognized the code for get lost.

"Oh sure, of course," he replied backing out of the bedroom pulling the
door closed as he went.

Cindy Peterson set the romance novel on the bed stand. Delia took a chair
from under what looked like a make up table.

"May I use this" she asked politely.

"Uh-huh" the woman in the bed agreed.

The nurse sat down and tugged at her rather short skirt.

`I gotta get Simmy to make these things a little longer' she
decided. `Fashion is fashion but she has to understand that I don't want to
go around showing off the goods when I'm working... well at least not all
the time.' The last thought made her smile broadly and her patient smiled
back.

Delia knew from the file that the pretty woman lying in the bed was
twenty-two years old and had been working at the machine shop for two years
as a CNC lathe operator. She did a top to bottom scan. The bedclothes were
pulled up to her waist and she was propped up on pillows at her
back. Missus Peterson wore a simple white nightgown with a square neckline
and puffy short sleeves. It appeared to be made of cotton. Delia thought
she could make out her puffy areolas atop her high conical breasts through
the thin material.

"Do you know why I'm here," she asked the woman in the plain nightie.

"'Cause mister Harper thinks I'm fakin'" she replied, sounding a little
bitter. Delia noticed the woman looking at her skirt again and gave it
another tug.

"You're not are you... faking?" Delia got to the point

"Uh... uh no, of course not!" Delia was not a skilled interrogator but the
blonde claimant didn't sound all that convincing to her.

"Can you show me where you're hurt?" the nurse asked. The young woman
rolled a little away from the black woman in the chair pulling the covers
with her and reached behind indicating her very low back. At least that was
consistent with the reports she'd seen so far.

"Right in around here" Cindy explained "but it sorta spreads, uh... like
into my legs and...and hips."

"Can I take a look?" Delia asked.

"Uh, um... OK" her patient agreed sounding a little reluctant.

The nurse started to pull up on the back of the thin nightie. The hem had
already ridden up as the injured woman was sitting in the bed and was
barely below her bum when Delia started. When the material snagged between
Cindy's hip and the bed, she lifted herself enough to free it. Three
thoughts occurred simultaneously in Delia's mind. The first was `she's not
wearing any panties;' followed by `she has the roundest, cutest little bum
I've seen in a while' (Jenny would have been hurt); the last thought was
`there's no way she could lift sideways like that if her back was as bad as
the reports say.'

The nightgown was now hiked up past the patient's waist. The nurse ran her
fingers over the supposedly affected potion of the woman's spine.

"Can you curl up a bit for me?"

Cindy pulled her knees up and lowered her head. In this position there was
quite a bit of curve in her spine and her adorable butt was pushed out for
Delia's exploring fingers. Pressing her fingers more firmly on the bumpy
vertebrae she asked,

"Do you feel anything when I touch here?"

"Uh, a little bit," the patient responded after a pause.

"How about down here?" the black nurse asked, taking the opportunity to
move her hand lower and lightly caress the upper part of the twin white
hemispheres.

As soon as the brown fingers made contact, a sound escaped missus Peterson
that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan. Delia continued to run her
hand over the velvety firm flesh waiting for an answer and feeling her
temperature rising. She was beginning to think the woman wasn't going to
answer just before Cindy finally said,

"I... I feel something," in a strained voice.

"Does it hurt, or feel uncomfortable?" the nurse asked feeling faint
rumblings between her legs.

"Uh... no it doesn't hurt."

"Roll on you back again, please," missus Bogdan was pretty sure that
whatever the woman's injury was, it wasn't too serious.

She was conducting the examination with prejudice�trying to keep an open
mind. Having not really thought about what was going to happen when the
patient rolled on to her back, Delia felt a spasm in her womanhood when the
young woman's golden fuzz covered mons came into view. The hem of the white
gown was about in line with the points of her patient's hip bones. A
triangle of light golden fleece at the apex of her shapely thighs bore
witness to the fact that she was a natural blonde. The woman-loving nurse
did a thorough expert perusal of the girl's exposed vulva. The light
covering of fine hair obscured the outer lips somewhat but the increasingly
aroused dark skinned caregiver could still see the traces of the deeper
colored inner lips protruding, neatly folded, down the center of her
crease.

Placing her hand on the young woman's thigh just above her knee Delia
enquired,

"You said you had numbness in your legs... do you feel this?" the brown
hand was slowly moving up the silky white thigh getting ever closer to the
blonde curls. Looking into her patient's eyes, while awaiting her answer,
Delia saw the spark. The woman's crystal blue eyes were wide and a quick
glance at the nightgown covered chest revealed that the claimant was
breathing more rapidly than normal.

Cindy met Delia's gaze and nodded in the affirmative. The nurse ended the
upward stroke about an inch short of the plump mons. When she placed her
hand on the patient's other knee and commenced a similar upward stroke
Cindy shifted and made a very tiny whimpering sound. Missus Bogdan couldn't
be sure if it was intentional but the woman's squirming resulted in her
legs parting slightly.

"Is the feeling OK on this side?" the caregiver asked as the relentless
stroke slowly continued up the blonde's leg.

"Yeah," her patient confirmed in a guttural tone. At the same time the
little blonde pushed her hands down into the bed and seemed to be trying to
push away from the `examining' hand.

She may have been trying to get away by pushing herself up higher on the
pillows supporting her back. The fact that her legs spread even more might
have been an accident, but the look on her face told a different story.

With the patient's legs sufficiently open the stroking fingers moved more
to the inside of the white columns. There was no reason to continue this
part of the `examination' except that the nurse was enjoying both the feel
of the soft warm flesh under her fingers and her patient's reaction. Cindy
was watching the brown hand stroke up and down her leg and the warm rushes
her made her feel weak.

Things were very stressful at work. They were way behind on meeting an
important deadline and management was pushing. Everyone in the plant
including Cindy was working too much over time.

That's how the accident happened in the first place; rushing. All she felt
was a little stiffness for a couple of days but when her doctor had said
she should take it easy for a couple of weeks she was happy for the
break. Now, somehow, it had all gotten out of hand. Maybe she'd over stated
her symptoms a little but

`They're the doctors they should have been able to tell how bad it was,'
she rationalized.

In any case she didn't know how to go back. She couldn't tell Ned what
she'd done so he was fussing over her like a mother hen. Lying to him hurt
the most.

Cindy wasn't thinking clearly. The black nurse had an incredibly arousing
method of checking the nerve sensations in her legs. Ned had been afraid to
get amorous ever since the accident and it was going on four weeks.

`That's why her touch is turning me on... her hand on my ass... ooo... that
felt so good and now she's lightly brushing my thighs... I know she's
looking at my kitty... I saw her.'

Missus Peterson's mind was in turmoil. `You can't be getting turned on by
another woman... and a nurse on top of it... you just can't!' Denying it
did no good whatsoever. Her pussy was beginning to pulsate and she gritted
her teeth.

`Just relax and try to hang in... it'll be over soon. Then I'll tell Ned
that I've had a miraculous recovery and we'll...'

Letting her mind stray to lovemaking with her husband was definitely the
wrong way to go. The thought of Ned's hard cock slamming in and out of her
made her coochie spasm and she jerked; thrust her hips actually. The action
caused the `examining' hand to bump against her mons sending an electric
jolt through her clit. Cindy made a guttural cry on impact and her hips
reflexively pulled away from the stimulation.

Delia moved to keep her hand (actually it was her wrist bone) in contact
with the hot doughy, crinkly fuzz covered vulva.

`Oh my God... oh shit,' Cindy moaned to herself as the waves of pleasure
took over muscle control. Her hips were twitching, rubbing her pussy
against the hard bone of the black nurse's wrist. She was trying to stop it
but she couldn't.

When her eyes weren't closed she'd been looking at the ceiling desperately
trying to suppress the sexual longing. The direct stimulation of her
womanhood now made that impossible. She looked up into the nurse's face
with wide embarrassed eyes.

"It's OK honey," the black woman gave her permission.

`It's that damn romance novel... I'm not humping this woman's hand! I'M
NOT!' Her rational brain tried to justify and refused to accept reality.

"I think you need some relief," Delia said pressing her wrist a little
harder against the twitching mons. "Would you like me to help you?"

Missus Bogdan could feel the wetness on her wrist. She was exerting enough
pressure at the top of her patient's crease to have the blonde's labia
separate until her wrist bone was in direct contact with the horny woman's
pleasure center. The accident victim didn't answer in words but the sounds
she was making and the wide blue eyes said all that really needed to be
said. For her own peace of mind Delia wanted an unambiguous confirmation,
so she rephrased the question in clear unmistakable language.

"Do you want me to make you cum sweetie?"

`This can't be happening!' Cindy's rational brain screamed, still in
denial, but her sexual need had taken her vocal chords hostage.

"Yesss..." she hissed out in a breathless whisper.

Delia slipped two fingers into the flooded love tunnel and maintained
pressure on her patient's firm nubbin with her thumb. Thrusting her fingers
in and out in time with the woman's bucking hips, it was over in
seconds. Missus Peterson turned her face into the pillow to muffle the
scream as her pelvis pumped at incredible speed. Delia watched in
satisfaction as the blonde's fingers clenched on the bedclothes and she
pushed herself rigidly up the pillows supporting her back, before
collapsing limply back down.

The black nurse extracted her juice coated fingers from the murmuring
twitching young compensation victim and licked them clean. Cindy opened her
eyes. They were not as full of shame as they had been. They reflected the
glowing inner bliss she was feeling.

"Do you think you can go back to work next week?" missus Bogdan asked
feeling no need to highlight the fact that there was no evidence of an
injury. The blonde nodded.

"Good!" Delia said replacing the chair under the make-up table. "I'll let
the compensation fund people know." She exited without another word.

Back in the Lincoln she felt the dull ache in her pussy. As frequently
happened when she was pleasuring her partner she had put her own arousal on
hold.

`I'm gonna see if Tom is free for lunch,' Delia decided as she backed out
of the Peterson's driveway.

`I'll have the sausage and he can dine at the `Y'...' chuckling at her wit
didn't stop a shiver from running through her.

`If he's busy, there's always Jennifer...' another shudder as she
maneuvered the big boat through the late morning traffic toward the office.

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James Cornaveau was standing in his kitchen looking at the note his wife
had left with the car dealer's card. *PLEASE CALL HIM!* When his toast
popped he caught sight of his reflection in the shiny chrome surface of the
small appliance. Three days worth of stubble; and when was the last time
he'd combed his hair?

`Probably the same as the last time I shaved' he realized.

His wife's news from last night played in his head; how excited she'd been
and how dreadfully he'd reacted�not reacted, that was the thing. The
chrome surface, that couldn't lie, reflected the stained T shirt.

In a moment of clarity he saw himself as he used to be. Crisp dress shirt
and tie, wavy brown hair neatly combed, freshly showered and shaved ready
to tackle anything.

The coffee maker gurgled signaling that it was ready. Jim poured himself a
cup and sat at the table, leaving the toast poking out of the magic chrome
appliance. The tears trickled through his whiskers, many of them already
coming up grey.

`What happened to me... I have a beautiful... no, gorgeous wife. A nice
home... thanks all to her for the last two years... and now she'd gone out
and found a way to keep everything together in spite of my... my�` he
had no word that described how he felt about himself.

Usually when these regretful feelings overwhelmed him he retreated to bed
to the seemingly endless capacity to let mindless sleep dull the ache in
his soul.

`I am not useless' he snarled at himself, angrily wiping the tears from his
face.

The business card was hard to see through watery eyes but he picked it up.

`How long is she gonna put up with this bullshit?' the thought of loosing
Patty hit his chest like a hammer.

He got up from the table and resolved `I'm gonna make this call!' but first
I'm gonna get cleaned up. Jim dropped the card beside the phone on the
living room end table and headed for the shower.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"There's no need to be shy or embarrassed Kevin," Patricia said as the
sixteen year old stood looking at her�not moving. "I've examined plenty
of men and I'm sure you don't have anything I haven't seen before."

It was the oldest and most useless comfort phrase in the book. Patty wished
she had a better one. Hell, she would have settled for actually meaning the
one she'd used. While it was certainly true that she'd examined quite a few
men, it had been a while. In addition to that it had been quite sometime
since she'd even seen an erect penis. She didn't count Tom Bogdan's because
that monster was unlike any penis she'd ever seen before.

The contract nurse had noticed her client's tumescent cock as soon as he
opened the front door. She didn't make anything of it.

`The average teenaged boy is probably semi hard half the time,' she told
herself.

Unfortunately the completely valid observation didn't prevent the needy
feelings that were rising from between her legs.

She had managed to push her personal problem aside during the exchange in
the Reynolds' entry hall, but now standing in the teenager's cluttered
bedroom with the door closed and asking the young man to strip reignited
the yearning.

Of course the nurse hadn't actually said strip. She'd politely asked him to
remove his T shirt and jeans. She couldn't have known that he hadn't taken
the time to don any underwear; though if she'd analyzed her observations,
she could have concluded from the movement in his jeans that he wasn't
wearing anything under them.

She felt pity for the timid lad standing four feet away with his hands
folded in front of his crotch evidently shaking.

"This won't take long" she said, as if THAT was any comfort.

"But if we don't get started you're gonna be late for your soccer
practice." The only connection between what was exclusively occupying his
mind and soccer, was balls; more specifically the two achers between his
legs.

"I... I don't have any uh... underwear on," the boy confessed, not knowing
how the admission was going to help. The revelation hit Patty directly in
the crotch.

"Leave your jeans on... for now, and just take your shirt off," the nurse
compromised. Kevin's slight relief was seriously damaged by the words `for
now'.

The boy turned sideways to the nurse since he needed his shielding hands to
pull the inside-out T over his head, hoping against hope that she hadn't
noticed his erection and that he could somehow get it to deflate. He would
have been horrified to know that it was even more evident in the profile
view that he was now providing. Patty's womanhood twitched in time with the
movement of his denim covered boyhood.

The shirt landed half hanging on the foot board of the bed behind
him. Normally being naked from the waist up was not erotic or embarrassing
but as the busty little nurse began to move the disc of the stethoscope
around the teenager's bare chest his balls ached like never before. Her
tiny soft hands were warm and every time they touched his flesh his unit
twitched. When those skilled hands accidentally brushed his pebble hard
nipples he struggled with the resulting cramp in his nuts.

Because of his height she had him sit on the bed for the eyes, ears, and
throat portion.

After issuing the instruction to sit Patty commented on how warm it was in
the tornado stricken bedroom. She removed her jacket and laid it over top
of her examination kit bag�which was the only thing in the room she had
confidence was clean.

The pink silk blouse was not translucent but the thin material did reveal
the intricate lace pattern of her under wired satin bra. The color of her
underwear was so close to that of the blouse that only the decorative
design was visible in relief.

The neck of the blouse fell away from her as she bent forward and applied
the blood pressure cuff. He could see her upper chest but maddeningly no
more than that. All the times he'd caught a glimpse down miz Meyer's top
played in his mind, in place of what he was actually looking at. His woody
should have subsided during this rather mundane part of the exam, but the
images of his teacher's impressive bosom stoked the fire in the absence of
physical stimulation.

With the culminating gesture of stowing the blood pressure cuff back in her
bag, Patty deliberately busied herself writing down her readings and
results of her examination so far. She wasn't looking at the boy when she
said,

"OK, the jeans are gonna have to come off now."

She heard the gasp but she still didn't look up.

She was busy reading through the "Male" section of the examination
requirement. She'd read it before and it had given her a panty flutter even
sitting in her own home. Now in the bedroom of this handsome sixteen year
old with the persistent hard-on, her pussy screamed at what she was about
to do. The checklist went like this;

PENIS: Glans: Urethral opening: Shaft: SCROTUM: Color and regularity:
Texture and elasticity: TESTICLES: Size (equality) and regularity:
Consistency: ANUS: Lesions hemorrhoids, other: PROSTATE: Size regularity:

Beside each item was a line for observations. Patty knew what she was
examining for, the Independent Insurance Incorporated document just
provided a standard format to record the results.

Kevin sat, gut churning, trying to figure out what to do. He really
couldn't see any way out.

He could `just say NO.'

They'd been telling him for years, since he had developed language in fact,
that his body was his, and no one had the right to touch him without his
permission. The next part of the sermon he'd heard since he learned to talk
was about "good touches" and "bad touches". Touches by a nurse or a doctor
were good touches weren't they? Oh did he ever hope so! He wanted the curvy
nurse to touch him; more than just touch in fact. The very thought made him
feel like he was ready to explode. His shyness, his mortal fear that he
would ejaculate during the exam, left him paralyzed. Saying `No' was never
an option; really. His father would be pissed big time, and how would he
explain why he'd refused?

Patty waited head down, back turned. It was as close as she could come
under the circumstances to giving the young man privacy to undress. The
seconds ticked away. She thought she was going to have to prompt him
again. A moment before she gave up hope the teenager stood up and began to
unfasten his pants. After he pulled down the zipper he hesitated for just
one final moment of reluctance before he pushed the blue denim to the floor
and stepped out.

The sixteen year old was completely naked.

Patricia did her utmost when she turned to keep her eyes on his face. If it
had been any redder she would have had a medical concern about it. She
couldn't prevent her eyes from taking in the free standing member, at least
in her peripheral vision. The sight of the brownish pink shaft and the hint
of a purple head poking ever so slightly through the uncut foreskin made
her pussy go into full spasm. She knew she had to speak, to reassure the
lad but for several seconds she was breathless and speechless. She hadn't
seen a dick that firm in a long time. The spasms subsided and became an
ache which was easier to deal with�in a way.

"Don't be embarrassed. This kind of thing happens all the time to health
young men in this situation," Patty tried to ease the boy's discomfort. It
had very little affect.

Kevin Reynolds wished that a hole would open up in the bedroom floor so
that he could drop into it or they that could get this over with; either
one would do. He and the nurse at least had that much in common. Missus
Cornaveau was desperately trying to figure out how she was going to get
through this too.

"I think it would be best if you lie down on the bed" the nurse instructed.

That suited the youngster fine since he really had very little confidence
in his legs any more.

`If she touches me... I... I don't know what's gonna happen.'

At some level he knew the word `if' was incorrect, but he wouldn't allow
himself to use the word `when'. At the very same time in another seemingly
less articulate part of his brain he was dying for exactly that�her
touch.

The nurse pulled the chair over from his desk and sat beside the boy lying
prone on the bed, His boyhood at full, throbbing, painful attention was
hovering over his lower belly.

"I will tell you what I'm going to do and why before I do it so you can be
prepared," the nurse reassured him as she donned a pair of latex gloves.

Kevin wasn't really sure if that was a good idea or not. The anticipation
might have him shooting his load all over the ceiling.

"I am going to start by retracting your foreskin so I can check the glans
of your penis. Most people call that the head. I'm just looking for sores
or irregular color, that kind of thing, which might indicate a problem. I
shouldn't need to touch the glans for this part, but if I do, I'll let you
know first."

Patty was looking the handsome and terrified young man directly in the face
as she spoke. His color seemed to have reduced to a dark shade of pink but
his eyes were so wide it looked painful.

"I will need to check the opening of your urethra, where the pee comes out,
for inflammation or any other abnorm... uh problem. For that I will have to
touch you and very gently pry the slit open... OK... any questions?"

The wide eyed boy shook his head in the negative.

"Good then let's begin."

NEXT: Patricia THOROUGHLY examines both of the twins and the prettier one
gives the contract nurse what she desperately needs.

House Calls 3

2009-05-14T09:59:00.000-07:00

Patricia was recalling the day she'd accepted this job. The memory of
sitting in the car squeezing her crotch thinking about Delia and the Danish
nurse was making her nearly swoon. Her boss was removing her blue silk
blouse and hanging it over the foot board of the bed. Patty barely had time
to appreciate the sky blue satin bra before the black nurse reached up
behind her back and slipped the hooks free. With the tension on the breast
support released Patty detected very little movement downward. Her boss was
looking at her face and the contract nurse tried to make eye contact but as
soon as she looked in those dark soulful eyes her gaze would immediately
revert to the loose blue satin cups.

Delia was delighted with her contractor's focus.

`She's dying to see my tits' the CEO thought happily.

The black woman shrugged and let the shoulder straps fall down her arms
catching them in her hands before the garment could fall all the way to the
floor. Her pear shaped boobs swept down from near her collar bone until the
steep descent flattened out and pointed at nearly right angles to her
ribs. The full milk chocolate mounds were capped with a dark chocolate
circle over three inches in diameter; at the center of those, a bumpy
little peg protruded. It wasn't very long but it was as big around as the
tip of the white nurse's little finger.

Patty was so enthralled looking at her boss's boobs that she didn't notice
the black nurse undo her pants. She only became aware of the progress in
the disrobing when Delia bent to pull the suit pants over each foot. The
wobble and sway of the milk chocolate delicacies made Patty's pussy
twitch. Her boss neatly laid the trousers over the blouse and bra and stood
facing her in just her sky blue satin underpants. Several seconds passed
while she visually explored every exposed inch of her surrogate patient.

"Can I keep these on until, uh... until it's time to... you know," Delia
feigned nervous embarrassment.

She wasn't the actress Jennifer was but she wasn't bad either. Patricia
realized that this examination was going to be done in a role playing mode
just like the one she'd observed. Suddenly her gut tightened as she
realized this was sort of a test; a proficiency exam.

`Oh my God' she thought `whatever you do don't fuck this up.'

It really wasn't fair to expect her to perform her best when she'd been
kept at in such a state arousal for over three hours. Except for the brief
respite at lunch; someone or something had been sending erotic images or
creating erotic thoughts ever since she went over to Simone's
Boutique. Sucking in a deep breath Patricia resolved to stifle her aching
pussy and do her job; somehow.

`Maybe that's the test' she thought, `to see if I can perform
professionally when I'm about to cum in my panties.'

"Of course you can keep them on missus Bogdan" the busty brunette agreed
sliding into her role as nurse practitioner.

She took the stethoscope out of the medical satchel, plugged it into her
ears and said,

"Let's have a listen shall we?"

For the next couple of minutes she had her boss turn and breath and hold it
checking her heart and lungs very thoroughly. The only remarkable thing was
how rapidly her patient's heart was beating and the shallow breathing. The
otoscope came next checking the black woman's throat and ears. She had her
role playing patient sit down on the bed and checked her blood pressure,
which like her heart rate was slightly elevated.

`Now the hard part' Patty reasoned. `I hope I don't have a spontaneous
orgasm in the middle of this.'

It wouldn't have surprised her.

Delia had been waiting for this moment, anticipating for over two
weeks. She wasn't sure how she was going to orchestrate it but she knew
that she was going to get naked and tempt her latest hire to take
advantage. The simulated examination had actually been Jenny's idea; and
what a good one it was!

"Stand up for me please. I'm going to check your breasts now... I need you
to relax and just let your arms hang at your sides."

Patty's hands moved quite quickly through the foot and a half gap between
them. She reasoned that her shaking would be less obvious once her hands
were on the chocolate melons. She was surprised�shocked actually�at
how warm the resilient tit flesh was.

The CEO's boobs were much more than a hand full for the petit nurse. She
pressed and squeezed the plump orbs. She had to clear her throat a couple
of times to cover the moans. The storm, with its thunder and lightning,
which had been raging in her lower belly since her boss had stripped,
reached hurricane status. All of her erogenous zones were on high
alert. Her nipples tingled and burned. She'd really never thought about
whether she could feel her clit by just thinking about it but the very
localized knot at the top of her crease convinced her that she was indeed
feeling her rigid love button scream for attention. Despite her
determination the swooning fainting feeling was coming back.

`If I could just... just... get some relief... finger myself for a
minute... maybe less...'

She was starting to feel like it was a lost cause she was too far gone. She
almost didn't hear her boss-patient say,

"Do you like my breasts?" Patty did know the black woman had said
something.

"Huh... pardon" the chestnut haired nurse begged.

"I said... do you like my breasts? Do you like the way they feel?"

Patty wanted to say yes. She wasn't sure if it was a test; a way to check
if she could be manipulated into being unprofessional. It didn't matter
because the sound she made wasn't actually a word but it did have an
affirmative ring to it.

"I like yours too... can I see?" she was still holding Delia's tits in the
palms of her hands when her boss began to unbutton the awful patterned
blouse.

Patty looked down and watched the nimble brown fingers unfastening button
after button. The petit brunette could simply not believe what was
happening and her legs gave way. Missus Bogdan's impressive reflexes took
over. Her hands went under the collapsing woman's arm pits and in a dance
like move swiveled her around so when she inevitably did go down she landed
on the bed.

Patty tried to concentrate on her breathing. Hyper-ventilation was a big
part of her problem. The petit brunette was taking long slow breaths
sitting on the bed while her boss completed her task.

"Very pretty" she complimented when the beige satin cups with the white
lace trim came into view.

Delia ran her hands lightly over the smooth material feeling the rigid
bumps underneath scrape against her palms. She realized that she'd been
wishing for this moment much longer than two weeks. It went all the way
back to the first time she'd seen the voluptuous chestnut haired nurse
changing into her scrubs in the nurse's locker room.

Patty was feeling better, a little more under control. When her boss
reached under the back of her open blouse to unfasten the new bra their
faces came within inches of each other. Their eyes met with a lust so thick
you could have cut and stacked it. Their lips met, a little fiercely at
first, both feeling an urgency fueled by long anticipation. The kiss
quickly turned tender; tongues swirling and exploring, lips sucking and
tasting. The nurse contractor felt a different kind of dizziness overtake
her.

She was back in high school with one of her classmates `practice kissing.'

They were in Amanda's bedroom and she was recalling how badly she wanted to
caress her friend's boobs and wanted Amanda to do the same to her. They
were both too shy. The long since missed opportunity created ripples of
regret. The light pressure of the satin bra released as Delia accomplished
the unhooking task. There was a smacking sound as the black nurse pulled
her mouth away and sat back to lift the beige cups away from Patty's
hooters.

"Oh my God Patty, they're even more beautiful than I imagined" her boss
complimented holding the bra up at her subordinate's collar bone.

Patricia realized how delightfully her mouth was tingling from the kiss.

`How long has it been since Jim and I kissed... I mean really kissed' that
thought was followed closely by `kissing a man... any man, was never like
that anyway.'

Holding the bra out of the way with her right hand Delia palmed and lifted
Patty's right breast with her left, feeling the weight and the way her
fingers molded into the pliable flesh. Lowering her head she enveloped the
large sensitive areola and began to suck. The busty brunette's head spun
like a top as he black woman's expert lips and tongue paid homage. Electric
currents radiated out from her nipple. The ones that arrived in her head
created and intensified that spinning dizzy feeling. The ones that went
down danced around her pussy, spiraling inward until they were focused
directly in her clit. The clit she'd never been so aware of; the one that
she was imagining was so hard and distended that it could break off like an
appendage on a crystal figurine.

Patty had sort of lost track of�or at least focus on�the demanding
little organ at the epicenter of her arousal. The other stimuli were
wonderful but all the intense pleasure sensations eventually found their
way to her love button. She didn't really think about what she was doing,
her hands were responding to commands being sent from an unconscious
portion of her arousal fuzzed brain.

The fastener at the top of her slacks opened and the zipper descended as if
by magic. Delia's mouth had switched to her other breast but her hand
remained on the right one, thumbing the half inch peg she'd raised. The
black woman playing with both her breasts, simultaneously, caused the
electric pleasure currents to be in stereo. Patty's hand slipped under the
white lace waistband of her new beige panties. Sliding her hand all the way
down underneath, she penetrated the intricate folds and pulled three
fingers full of thick slippery juice up and smeared it on her aching
need. In spite of the feelings she'd been having the curvy white nurse was
still surprised at how large and firm her pleasure button felt. She was
sure it had never been this big and hard before. Pressing on it, bumping
her fingers back and forth across it she felt the familiar, if lately
infrequent, rumblings.

Delia saw her partner's hand dip into her panties. Within a few seconds she
felt the brunette's body begin to tense. Missus Bogdan grabbed Patty's
wrist and pulled the pleasure giving hand away. Patty could have
screamed. She was tempted to lash out at the woman who had stopped her a
second, maybe two, from glory.

She looked into her boss's dark eyes searching for an explanation.

"Oh no honey let me!" the dark skinned woman clad only in the sky blue
satin panties begged and slipped off the three quarter bed.

Once kneeling on the floor she grabbed the seated nurse's slacks and
panties and yanked hard. The garments clung a little on missus Cornaveau's
ample hips but as soon as the polyester and satin assembly cleared that
obstruction they went easily the rest of the way to the floor. The slacks
turned inside out as Delia just kept pulling until everything came
completely off.

It had happened so fast and Patty's brain was so addled with arousal that
she didn't really even understand what was happening; and about to
happen. Looking down at the brown Halle Berry look-a-like face between her
legs the concept of what she was going to do hit home. Strangely her
fantasies about other women had never progressed as far as cunniligus;
maybe because she was too uptight and even a little ashamed that she even
had those dreams. The thrill that shot through her in that brief moment
between Delia getting her pants right off and the gorgeous black woman
tonguing her pussy was like nothing she'd ever experienced. If her boss had
waited a few seconds for the thought to metastasize Patty probably would
have cum from the anticipation alone.

The fact was that the dominating black woman was pretty much out of control
too. As soon as she could get rid of her contract nurse's lower body
covering she shoved the white fleshy thighs apart and pushed her arms
underneath. Grasping the spongy flesh just behind the seated nurse's hip
bones, she pulled the brunette's pelvis forward and dove on the wet pink
vulva. She wanted to lick and suck the delicious treasure for
hours... days, but that would have to wait for another time. The kneeling
CEO didn't focus on it but she couldn't avoid feeling the firm nubbin under
her tongue. A few seconds later she felt her partner go completely
rigid. Patty's hands were in her short black-red highlighted hair pulling
her forward mashing her face in to the spasming quim until it was
impossible for the kneeling woman to breathe.

Patty Cornaveau was quite strong and missus Bogdan was at a positional
disadvantage. Fortunately for the black woman the hunching, face mashing
spasm didn't last. As the initial blast gave way to aftershocks the white
nurse threw herself back, lying widthwise across the bed twitching and
moaning. Delia sat back on her heels watching the sweet cream trickle out
of the fluorescent pink folds.

The rich familiar baritone voice was calling,

"Hello... anybody home? `D' are you here?"

`Shit it's Tom!' she realized; `now what?' his voice was getting further
away, most likely heading for her office.

Tom was well aware of her loving of other women. The subject had been
effectively addressed the very first time they'd had sex almost five years
ago. The topic had been how two very attractive people could get into their
late thirties without becoming attached. Delia had readily confessed her
fluent bi-sexuality. She thought there was room for growth in their
relationship but the only hope was complete forthright honesty.

`If he can't take it then I guess we're better off knowing that sooner than
later' she'd reasoned.

The damaged athlete and soon to be majority owner of Montgomery Motors
convincingly assured his Head Nurse girlfriend that he had no trouble
accepting her dual sexuality.

Tom was pretty sure that his reason for being unattached at this stage of
his life would be a deal breaker. Wisely he leveled with her in spite of
the expected dire consequences. Mister Bogdan confessed to being incapable
of fidelity.

`I just can't seem to keep it in my pants,' he joked expecting to be
slapped at the very least; more probably thrown out of her bedroom and onto
the street naked.

Sitting on her bed in the warm after glow of their love making he was
surprised when she snuggled up to him, tweaked his flaccid organ and said

"Well there's a lot to try and keep in there."

Somehow, against all odds, he was able to convince her that he loved her
and only her; but from time to time he was just compelled to dip his wick
in a foreign honey pot. Delia turned the concept over and over in her mind
for several months. Her love for the large, intelligent car dealer grew and
she eventually managed to find a way to accept the forecast infidelity. She
factored in what a slippery slope she was on.

`If he's balling other women what's to say he won't eventually fall in love
with one of them?' She realized there were no guarantees that had any
meaning.

Taking the step into marriage, with their agreement flying in the face of
the traditional concept, was not an easy decision. But Delia rationalized
that her status as his wife would give her some say if not control in Tom's
philandering. She had reached the point where she not only wanted him, she
needed him.

Right now he was getting closer still calling out in the apparently empty
office suite. Missus Bogdan was trying to decide what to do but she took
too long.

"Deee" he called out as he opened the door to Exam 1.

His normally large dark eyes got larger. His wife was on her knees between
a white woman's legs. The woman lying across the bed shrieked and pulled
the open blouse around her and then curled up into the fetal position to
hide the rest of her nakedness the best she could. Tom's initial surprise
was replaced by arousal. He felt his member twitch firmly as his wife
wearing only her panties approached him very quickly and shoved him out the
door.

In the hall Delia inserted her hands under his suit jacket and slid them up
his muscular torso, making sure she got fingernail contact with his nipples
on the way up. Slipping outside his lapels she laced her fingers behind his
neck and nuzzled the side of his neck; Patty's juices still coated her
face. She pressed her panty clad and very needy pussy against him and felt
the rod down the leg of his trousers. Pushing up on tip toe she whispered
in his ear with a liberal helping of tongue,

"Fuck me... fuck me NOW."

At five-foot six and a hundred and twenty pounds Delia Bogdan was an armful
but she felt weightless when her powerful husband swept her off her
feet. Cradled in his arms she said,

"In there," indicating Exam 2 across the hall.

Tom's left arm was around her back his hand pressing on the outer contour
of her left breast; his right arm was under her knees. Delia operated the
door handle and her husband transported her to the examination table as
effortlessly as if he were carrying a box of feathers. When he set her down
on the thin vinyl pad she did not let go of his neck. Instead she pulled
him down and they kissed like seasoned lovers. Missus Bogdan had initiated
the kiss and she was the one who ended it out of pure raging lust.

The black nurse wiggled out of her panties and swung her legs around until
she was lengthwise on the table. Her husband went to the foot and realized
what a perfect set up this was. Taking a foot in each hand he guided his
wife's heels into the stirrups. Delia automatically scooted her hips toward
the end of the table. He was looking at the pastrami colored folds of his
wife's labia parting, exposing their inner pinkness while he unbuckled his
belt. As soon as he had unlatched and unzipped the suit pants he pushed
them down freeing the chocolate colored pole which stood not quite straight
out from his pelvis. Nearly eight inches long and big enough around that
even his large hand was nearly full when he took hold of it near the base.

Delia had pushed her hips even further down the examination table. Tom gave
his tumescent organ a couple of quick pumps. His wife's vulva was
glistening; open, wet and pink in the traditional pelvic examination
position. Tom thought

`I should have been a gynecologist.' He immediately corrected himself, `are
you crazy... you'd have gotten yourself arrested the first day!'

His pole was not at full power yet,

`Not as young as I used to be' he acknowledged, thinking Michelle had taken
more out of him than he'd realized.

Tapping the sensitive underside of his dickhead on the soft bald mons he
sent ecstatic surges through both of them.

"Aaahhaa... oh fuck" the splayed nurse wailed as multiple lightning bolts
in the form of Tom's slapping penis shot through her.

The impacts were not directly on her clit, at least not the most sensitive
part, but they were close enough in her advanced state of arousal to make
her teeter on the brink of release.

Uncurling from the ball as soon as the Bogdans left the room; Patty lay
there as embarrassed as she'd ever been in her life. She was hearing the
noises�sexy noises, that came through the open examination room doors.

In spite of her shame the sounds from across the hall intrigued her. She
would not have been able to explain why she shed her half on half off
blouse and unfastened brassiere, but she did. Padding naked across the hall
she arrived in time to watch mister Bogdan wipe the dark brown almost black
head of his stiffening organ up and down his wife's flooded
crease. Patricia had never seen a black penis before, and she had never
seen a penis in any color as large as the one Tom Bogdan was wiping through
the splayed nurse's labia. Her recently satiated pussy began to itch again.

`Oh my God Patty... you're turning into a sex-a-holic' she chastised
herself but nevertheless felt her sexual temperature rising.

The former pro football prospect was accomplishing three worthwhile things
by stroking the head of his cock through the plump slippery folds.

First he was spreading his wife's abundant juices all around her engorged
vulva; second he was pre-lubing the black mushroom shaped knob; third and
maybe more to the point he was giving them both insane pleasure
sensations. At the top of each stroke he felt the ultra sensitive tip of
his organ collide with Delia's bulging clit. The splayed woman was
constantly moaning but each time her husband's gland bumped her love button
she also gasped.

Delia was ready to cum; more than ready. She would have popped a couple of
clit bumps ago if she weren't holding back, waiting for the fabulous orgasm
she normally achieved with Tom inside her. She couldn't hold on much longer
with what he was doing.

"Please... oh, oh ugh... please honey... put it in... FUCK ME!"

Tom wiggled the head rapidly near the middle of the sloppy slit until he
felt the tip of his manhood lodge in his wife's vestibule. With slow
forward pressure he began to penetrate. Deeper and deeper he went testing
depth which for some reason it seemed he had to refresh every time. When he
felt the tip of his organ touch his wife's cervix he paused enjoying the
velvet slippery heat on all but the last inch of his dick.

Patty watched the massive prod disappear inside her boss. Hands cupping her
large melons she caught her pebbly nipples between her thumb and the
outside of her index finger and pulled on the sensitive nubs. A stream of
thrilling pulses sparked in her resurrected clit. She swallowed a groan
fearing detection.

Tom began a rhythmic movement of his hips. Delia's moans were marking
time. The pace was slowly but steadily increasing. The thrusting black
athlete put his hand on top of his wife's mons and stroked her protruding
clit with his thumb. The sound her boss made was indescribable but Patty
was sure it was the harbinger of her climax.

When Tom felt the vagina muscles clamp down like a vice, he was feeling the
fruits of Delia's religiously performed daily Kegle exercises; and sweet
fruit it was! The pressure on his cock spawned a tightening in his balls
and he grunted loudly. The wonderful hot rush was tempered with a twinge of
pain when his testicles and prostate were commanded to deliver fluid they
hadn't had time to make yet.

Patty slipped back across the hall and entered the washroom that adjoined
Exam 1. She cleaned up as best she could considering every time her hands
went anywhere near her womanhood she began to shudder and shake.

`God I wish Jim would snap out of it... even if he doesn't have a weapon
like mister Bogdan.'

The contract nurse was careful not to even glance in the direction of Exam
2 when she stealthily made her way to her boss's office.

She was checking out the contents of her lap top case when Delia strode
in. Just seeing the elegant black woman sent a lovely tingle through her
whole body. Her boss set a black medical bag on the desk beside the
electronic equipment.

"I forgot to give you this earlier," she said wearing that just fucked
look.

The contract nurse was amazed at how her boss seemed to be taking the
events of the last hour or so completely in stride.

`Does she know I was watching them... watching them right after she ate my
pussy?'

Patty had to suspend that line of thinking. She was going to need time to
come to grips with the fact that she'd let another woman perform oral sex
on her and this wasn't the time.

Her boss was acting s though nothing out of the ordinary had
happened. Delia opened the examination kit and was going through the
contents with her traveling nurse when Tom Bogdan walked through the door.

"Patricia Cornaveau this is my husband Tom. Tom this is the lady I was
telling you about. She'll be shouldering a lot of the in-home exams... all
of them once we get over the hump."

"Pleased to meet you Patricia" the giant said extending his hand.

The white nurse's pussy twitched as the big paw enveloped her tiny
hand. Feeling those large fingers brought the image of his monstrous cock
back to her mind.

"Patty... uh, call me Patty" she offered as they shook briefly.

Exacerbating her agitated state was the fact that Tom's eyes were now
exploring her chest. Mister Bogdan was trying to fight off the image of
Patty virtually naked with his wife between her legs. Most men's eyes
focused on her bosom within moments of meeting the curvaceous brunette.

`But he's actually seen them... just a few minutes ago' the contract nurse
was aware of how red her face was.

Reaching in his pocket Tom produced a key fob with Bogdan Motors embossed
in it. A key and keyless entry control also hung from the gold key ring.

"These are for you... it's an emerald green Marquis. I parked it right
beside Delia's Town Car."

The voluptuous chestnut haired woman gratefully accepted the keys feeling a
rush of excitement.

`I don't know exactly what a Marquis is but if it's anything like Delia's
car...'

"What are you going to do with the Honda?" her boss asked interrupting her
little mental celebration. "You'll have to get it out of the parking lot by
the weekend. The landlord gets pissed when we leave vehicles parked out
there for extended periods."

"No problem. I'll drive Jim over tonight to pick it up."

"If you don't really need it Tom could try to sell it for you."

Mister Bogdan winced at his wife's suggestion.

"No... No, it'll be very handy when Jim is feeling better and is able to go
out job hunting," Patty responded.

There was a pause so Tom jumped in to keep the conversation going. He was
enjoying ogling the busty nurse's tits.

"Your husband's not working?" the Car Dealership owner asked for
confirmation.

"Uh... not right now," Patty answered feeling embarrassed. "He was one of
the engineers that got laid off from Ford a while ago."

She hated to think about how long ago that had been. Tom had just been
making conversation but this news sparked his interest.

"How long was he with Ford?" he asked.

"He was working there before we were married," Patty replied offhandedly
thinking the large black man was just being polite; "six or seven years I
guess."

"What kind of work did he do?" Tom persisted.

"He had a number of jobs... the last one had to do with revising and
updating all the service manuals."

The busty little nurse didn't realize that she'd said the magic word;
service. Mister Bogdan fished in his pocket and came out with a leather
card holder from which he extracted one of his business cards.

"Get him to give me a call," Tom said extending his arm. "I may have
something for him... and even if I don't, I know a lot of people in the car
business."

Patty felt a completely new thrill race through her.

`A job! The chance of a job!'

"Thanks," she said as evenly as she could accepting the card.

They heard the massive door to the suite close.

"That's probably my ride" Tom speculated. "Nice to have met you," he said
extending his hand again.

"Same here," Patty acknowledged as her hand was totally enveloped once
more.

The big athletic car salesman gave his wife a peck on the cheek and said,

"See ya later doll," before he turned to leave. "Get your husband to call
me�soon" he added on his way out.

"I WILL!" Patricia called after him enthusiastically.

"We're pretty well all settled" Delia announced. "Jenny has entered all
your appointments into your Outlook file. You need to log on at least once
a day to get any updates. If there's anything urgent you'll get a message
on the PDA."

"Thank you so much Delia," Patty said sincerely taking her boss's hand and
squeezing it. The recollection of how those very fingers had felt on her
tits made her shiver.

The outer door thumped again.

"Allo... who is here?" they both recognized Simone's delightful French
accent.

"Back here Simmy in my office," the CEO called back.

The magenta haired woman entered the office carrying a full looking garment
bag.

"I have sree ready," she informed her customer, "but zey need to be feeted
properly. I am not... how you say... a magician."

"Oh, Simmy... and I always thought you were," the boss quipped and they all
chuckled. "Can you do it here?"

"Zee feeting oui, zhe sewing nho" the seamstress agreed with
qualifications.

"Let's do it in the conference room; there's more space," missus Bogdan
decided.

Patty's heart skipped a beat recalling the measuring session that
morning. Also her boss saying `let's' as in let us... what did she have to
do with it?

"As you weesh," Simone said leading the way, obviously familiar with the
layout of the suite.

As they passed through the lobby Delia detoured to lock the big main door.

`There's getting to be far too much traffic in here,' she thought to
herself, raising a smile.

They walked down the hall past the examination rooms single file; Simone
leading and Delia bringing up the rear.

The largest room in the suite had a board room table that dominated the
middle, surrounded by twelve chairs. The table was closer to one end of the
room than the other. The clothing designer automatically went to the end
with more space; floor area allocated for a presenter. Immediately she laid
the heavy garment bag on the large table, opened it and began hanging
outfits on a wall hook. Three pant suits emerged each with a jacket, a pair
of trousers and a matching skirt; one medium grey, one dark blue�very
similar to the one the boss was wearing�and one in an exciting shade of
plum. Once the outfits were hung up the dress shop owner pulled out three
tops in colors complimentary to the suits. Lastly three bra and panty sets,
similar to the one the curvy brunette was already wearing.

The warm thrill of seeing her new wardrobe turned hot when she realized
that both women were looking at her. Miz Larue had that `you know what
you're supposed to do' look on her face. She tried to remember if she'd
ever been in and out of the same outfit this many times in one day as she
worked the buttons on her polyester blouse.

Missus Cornaveau was embarrassed as she removed her top revealing the beige
bra with the white lace trim to two sets of attentive eyes.

`At least I won't have to take my underwear off,' she thought as she
removed the caramel colored slacks.

Delia took the shed clothing from her and said,

"Can I burn these?" the comment brought a tension breaking round of
laughter from all three of them. "Doesn't she have a wonderful body Simmy,"
the boss commented.

"Magnifique..." the seamstress agreed handing Patty one of the pairs of
trousers.

For the next half an hour Patricia put on one garment after another. Simone
spent a considerable amount to the time kneeling. She marked and pinned
each item with expert precision and speed. Delia assumed the role of
garment conveyor; handing Patty the next piece each time the dressmaker
finished with the previous one. The marked up and pinned garments were
returned to the garment bag one by one.

Patty was breathing a sigh of relief. The French woman's hands flitting
over her body, even through her clothes was generating little electric arcs
that all seemed to affect her nipples and pussy. She was looking forward to
getting dressed once and for all.

"I will have zeez ready tonight" the boutique owner assured. "Give me your
address and I will drop zem off."

Patty imagined she could feel the two sets of eyes on her ass as she bent
over and scribbled her address using one of the notepad - pen combinations
that had been placed at each station around the large table. A lewd thrill
tickled through her vulva at the thought.

`Now you're not only a sex-a-holic... you're an exhibitionist too,' she
scolded herself as she handed the piece of note paper to `Frenchy'.

"Just one more sing," the magenta haired woman with the engaging accent
added. "Zere are different styles of lingerie. We need to be sure they all
feet properly."

The contract nurse's stomach did a somersault. The light tingles that had
been chronic since she'd spied on the Bogdan's having intercourse ramped up
to an attention-getting level.

`Oh Jesus!' not again.'

Simone took the black bra and panty set from its hanger. Patty felt Delia's
hands between her shoulder blades unfastening her. The black nurse gave the
white lace shoulder straps a push but the well filled cups clung to her
melons, holding the beige satin in place. Simone handed the black satin
underwear she was holding to Delia and gripped the outsides of the
decorative cups. The French woman was looking her directly in the eye when
she pulled it off.

`We already did this' Patty's mind protested, but she said nothing.

"Not zee bra so much as zee panties" the seamstress redirected Bogdan's
CEO.

`Well why did my bra have to come off then,' the internally shivering nurse
wondered but her thought was interrupted by the sensation of Delia pulling
her underpants down.

Waves of heat were washing over her as her kneeing boss gently persuaded
her to lift one foot after the other completing the removal of the beige
satin and lace. Patty was sure her face was several shades of scarlet as
the two women drank in her nakedness.

"Doesn't she have the most beautiful breasts?" Delia directed her question
to the dressmaker as she got to her feet.

"Mmmmm..." Simone said and it sounded like the humming noise you make when
you've just eaten something delicious.

Patricia might have felt objectified by the women talking about her as
though she wasn't there; but she didn't. All she felt was an ego surge as
the two women who were both very beautiful in their own right appreciated
her body. As a matter of fact the compliment seemed to be driving her
modesty down and raising her excitement. She no longer had the urge to try
and cover herself as useless as that would have been. Patty thought she
could almost feel the French woman's eyes on her skin. Simone's gaze had
descended until she was clearly focused on the fuzzy triangle at the
juncture of missus Cornaveau's thighs. This time it was Simone who spoke as
though the naked nurse weren't there.

"And `er pussy `ave you seen eet?"

"Uh-huh," missus Bogdan confirmed. "It's as ripe, pink and juicy as you
could ever want."

Her boss's explicit description of her womanhood made the subject of her
compliment pulsate.

"I would love to see eet," the seamstress returned as though she was
talking to herself.

Patty felt her boss behind her. The black nurse was gently running her
hands up and down her outer arms from Patty's shoulders to her
elbows. Delia's lips were on the back of her ear in a breathy hot whisper
the Halle Berry look -a-like said

"Will you show her sweetie... would that be OK, if Simmy has a look at your
pussy?"

The naked brunette was feeling weak in the knees again.

`Yesterday...yesterday I had barely had a lesbian fantasy... and now...'

Her boss was supporting her under her elbows, but more than that she was
guiding her toward the conference table. When Patty felt her butt press
against the edge of the cold wood she lifted a little.

`Oh my God what am I doing?'

With the help of both women, one on each side, the next thing she knew she
was sitting on the table with the magenta haired French woman between her
thighs.

Simone stroked gently through the sparse fuzzy hair before separating the
slick folds with her fingers.

"Ahhh... c'est tr�s bon" the kneeling woman sighed as she made a detailed
visual exploration of the contract nurse's vulva.

The waves of pleasure were too intense. Patty had to lie back on the
table. The cold wood felt hard on her back but the wonderful sensations
rising from her womanhood all but blotted it out. She closed her eyes and
surrendered to her lust. The first swiping contact of the seamstress's
tongue made her yelp and jerk. She had been smelling the intoxicating scent
of arousal�hers mostly, she assumed since she was the one who was
naked. All of a sudden the fragrance was changed and became much
stronger. She opened her eyes and gasped.

Delia, now quite naked, was straddling her head. Barely a foot away was the
beautiful shaven brown vulva with it protruding dark lips. Her boss reached
down and separated her fleshy folds exposing not only the hot pink cream
coated interior but the jellybean sized girl-cock that poked its head from
under the protective flap.

Patty heard her boss murmur and managed to tear her eyes off the
mesmerizing spectacle. Looking up into Delia's face the black nurse was
looking down at her with pleading eyes.

Patricia wasn't a lip reader but she had no trouble figuring out that woman
kneeling over her was whispering the word `please', over and over again.

Missus Cornaveau had never licked a pussy before. Even her fantasies had
never taken her that far but her boss had performed the unbelievably
sensual act on her and it was only fair to return the favor; wasn't it? The
thought didn't really occur that way. In fact Patty's thinking brain had
pretty much shutdown. She was a bundle of over stimulated senses and lust.

The French woman between her legs was licking and sucking creating great
sheets of ecstasy that enfolded her and then tossed her into the air, only
to plunge back into the intense sexual stimulation again.

Patty raised her head enough to make a swirl around the black nurse's
flooded love tunnel which made her boss squeal her approval. The thick
cream that she collected on her tongue had very little, if any flavor but
it still felt wonderful in her mouth and she went back for more.

Delia laced her fingers behind the reclining brunette's head and lowered
her pelvis at the same time. Not only did Patty have full access to the
squishy folds but she found that she was quite enjoying exploring the
spongy hot lips; maybe not as much as what was happening between her own
legs�but a lot. The inexperienced pussy licker found herself trying to
copy the technique and movements of the very skilled woman from France.

The reclining nurse's nose had been bumping and rubbing the firm jellybean
at the apex of her boss's lips. When miz Larue chose to focus on her clit,
Patty did the same with Delia's. The contract nurse found herself screaming
out her orgasm while still holding her boss's love button between her
lips. Simultaneously she reached up and grabbed the black woman's firm ass
because the kneeling woman's hips were jerking so violently that it was
hard to hold on.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck I'm cumming!" the CEO announced, followed by a deep
prolonged grunt and her grinding her snatch against Patty's face.

`Tit for tat,' the white nurse thought as her own climax was already
subsiding.

Simone hoisted herself into one of the chairs arranged around the large
table. Patricia Cornaveau just lay there, naked thinking she had never been
so sexually satiated in her life. Delia had lain down beside her, also
naked. Her boss rolled onto her side and propped her head on her
hand. Looking across her nursing partner's pan caked tits she asked Simone,

"Did I lie? Wasn't that one of the most succulent pussies you've ever had?"

"Oui... uh yes it was very good but zhe `air mon ch�re you must do zomezing
wiss zhe `air... C'est mal a la bouche," Frenchy turned up her nose and
appeared to be picking Patty's pubes out of her mouth.

"Come by zhe shop and I weel feex eet for you." Both nurses giggled at the
expression on her face although Patricia was feeling more than a little
embarrassed.

Suddenly Delia jumped off the table causing her very firm `C' cup boobs to
bounce vigorously.

"I gotta get going" she said as she was stepping into her panties. And you
two have gotta get out of here so I can lock up."

The white nurse felt like her bones were made of plasticine but she managed
to get herself dressed anyway.

In less than fifteen minutes the three women were in the elevator. Delia
carried Patty's medical kit for her, while the new traveling nurse carried
her lap top in its case. Simmy of course had the biggest load, carrying all
Patty's new outfits.

"Huu... I've go a lot of work to do," the seamstress sighed as they exited
the building.

They all kissed each other very primly on the cheek before going their
separate ways.

Patricia felt like a queen pulling out of the parking lot in her leather
appointed luxury sedan. Turning for home she had a sobering thought.

`What if today's the day Jim rediscovers his manhood?' Her stomach rolled
but her pussy was too exhausted to twitch.

NEXT: The house calls begin. Patty's very first insurance medical is for
teenaged twins. Delia gets an emergency call and responds with speed and
skill.