Thursday, May 14, 2009
Involving My Wife
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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