Easily one of the most unusual novels of modern erotica, "Humpy's Nudist Camp" by the young Canadian writer, Humphrey A. Sloan, was a sensational success in London. Unfortunately, this revealing exposure of the inner goings on in modern nudist camps was soon banned from publication by the London Chief Censor. Collectors of avant-garde erotica abroad soon turned it into a favorite collector's item featured in their libraries.
The outstanding analyst, Dr. A. Berndorff, makes the following pertinent comments in his accounts of actual cases, changing only the names:
"Miss Irene G. was only a high school freshman but extraordinarily well developed and mature for her years, when she had her first initiation into the doubtful delights of sexual perversion. In her own words, 'When Dave, this senior on the football team, took me to the movies I certainly wasn't prepared for what happened. We were sitting in the back row.
'I was startled when he suddenly forced my head down between his legs against his erect penis. I thought this was normal and went on at dates, so I let him ejaculate in my mouth in the movies.'"
The reader should find his personal sexual analysis benefitting from a greater knowledge of all types of sexual practices, normal and abnormal, as described in this story. Continental Classics presents this book from this point of view in its complete and unexpurgated version.
Recommended for the graduate student only or the mature adult reader.
A.L. Saunders, M.A. New York City December, 1969
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
It was a winter evening. There had been a continuous fall of snow, the roads were very slippery and buses had been travelling gingerly with heavy loads. Moreover, all the trains were late, many being held up for hours with frozen points, icy tracks and so on.
I had been asked to stay with friends near Horsham and I had telephoned to say I would come by car if I could, but that, if I didn't turn up, they would understand it was because the roads were impassable; I promised to at least start out.
I negotiated the Kingston By-Pass successfully, the glare of on-coming headlights on the snow adding to the difficulty of driving. Just as I got to the "Ace of Spades Pub," where I was supposed to turn off to the Horsham Road, my headlights picked out a couple waving at me.
Very gingerly, I pulled up.
"I'm awfully sorry to stop you, sir," said the man, "but do you happen to be going to Dorking?"
I said I was.
"Well, would it be asking too much of you to give us a lift? You see, we're staying there and we have missed the bus, or something. We've been waiting for over half an hour."
"But of course," I replied.
I was only too thankful to have somone to talk to. I opened the door at the back.
"You don't mind if my wife sits in front with you, do you? She hates the back of a car."
I opened the rear side door as well. "But certainly," I said.
By the lights of the street lamps, I saw an attractive young woman sit on the seat and then swing in her legs. I leaned across her, slammed the door, then felt the weight of her husband take his seat in the back.
"Really, this is very kind of you," said a pleasant female voice by my side.
"Not at all. I'm hoping to get to Horsham, to stay with some friends and I'm delighted to have company. Cigarette?"
I handed my case to them both; the lighter he produced helped me to see their faces better.
I guess their ages to be about thirty; he had a ruddy complexion, which, I imagined, was from living an open air life. She was not particularly pretty, but her mouth made up for any of her less perfect features. It was supremely kissable.
"It's our own stupid fault for having left the snug house in Dorking. Our hosts tried to stop us, but we had friends in Surbiton we had promisedto go and see. We're so seldom in this part of the world. We come from Yorkshire."
"I'm even more stupid in expecting to get to Horsham on a night like this. However, even if I don't get there, I shall have had the satisfaction of having helped you on your way. We Southerners aren't all as unsociable as the Northerners think, you know," I added in a jocular tone.
"Unsociable?" said the husband. "My God! I should think not. Sonia and I have seen nothing like it, have we, darling?"
"It's quite true," answered his wife. "But then, you see, we live in a very small village in Yorkshire and our lives are open to inspection by everybody. I mean, all the village knows when we have guests, who they are, and what we do with them. As a result, we can't do anything we really want to do."
"That's where we're lucky," I replied. "Particularly in London. You don't even know your neighbors and they take no interest in you."
"That's why it's such fun getting away from our village and coming South, where everything is free and open, and I'm not only referring to pubs!"
"Now, Francis," cautioned Sonia.
"Why? What have I said now? You know," he said to me, "my wife has the sort of mind that is always on the look out for a double meaning."
"Francis!" she exclaimed, even more sharply.
"It's all right, my dear. My good friend doesn't really know what I'm talking about."
"Just as well," said Sonia.
"Well," I said, after a pause sufficiently long for Sonia to feel she had registered a full stop, "I'm glad you are finding admittance to all the places you want and not coming up against any restricted areas."
It was very bold of me, but I felt Francis would appreciate it. However, it was Sonia who answered.
"I'm not sure that you're a very nice young man."
"Maybe not, but, even in the South, you know, you have to 'feel' your way!"
"Not with gloves on," said Francis.
"That depends on what depths you probe," I replied.
"Now I'm sure you're not nice to know!" said Sonia, with mock severity. "What's your name?"
"Roger MacQuim."
"How d'you do, Roger. I'm Soma and this is Francis, my husband."
We were now approaching Leatherhead and I had negotiated the sharp bend at the bottom of the hill outside the town.
"Is it safe to stop for a quick drink?" inquired Francis.
"As far as I'm concerned, yes," I replied.
"I'd welcome it," said Sonia. "I've been looking for the proverbial bush to get behind ever since we left the 'Ace of Spades.'"
"Oh, I am sorry. Why didn't you mention it?" I asked.
"Footsteps in the snow, and all that sort of thing. Besides, ladies aren't supposed to want to relieve nature, ever! And now, of course, I want to even more!"
"Well, I'll stop at the first pub I see."
"Well order beer and Sonia will pee," chanted her husband.
"Darling, don't talk about beer," wailed Sonia, crossing her legs.
"Beer, beer, glorious beer," sung Francis.
"Shut up, for God's sake. I'm nearly bursting."
I put my foot harder on the accelerator.
"Steady, old boy," called Francis. "You'll make me nervous if you drive like that, and I always wet myself when I'm nervous!"
I slowed carefully to avoid skidding.
"Oh, quick, find a pub!" Sonia pleaded, agony showing in her face when I glanced at her.
I patted her knee. "Don't worry about the car, if you feel that bad," I said very softly.
"What's that?" called Francis.
"Nothing," I replied. "I only told your wife not to worry. I'll get there all right."
"My God! You're a fast worker!"
"I'm talking about the pub."
"Oh, sorry, I thought you meant 'hospitality hole!'"
"Francis, shut up!"
I'm afraid I laughed. So did Sonia, and her laughter was the last straw for her.
"Oh, hell!" she exclaimed.
"I'll bet she's wetting her panties. She always does."
It was then that I saw the lights of quite a large pub. I drew up and Francis leapt out to open a door on Sonia's side.
"Have you?" he asked, quickly slipping a hand between her legs. "By gosh, you have! Hasn't she?" he said, looking up at me. "Take one glove off and feel!" Naturally, I didn't move. "Go on, feel for yourself!" he urged.
"Darling, for God's sake, let me get out of the car, or I really shall!" said poor Soma.
"I think it's a bit hard on her to keep her here," I protested.
"She's used to hard things!" he replied with a chuckle. "Just feel her drawers."
Of course, I wanted to. Moreover, I had a real "hard thing" I would have liked to have put against her. As unobtrusively as possible, I removed my gloves.
"You're horrid!" exclaimed Sonia. "Really, Francis, I'm ashamed of you!"
"Dammit!" he replied, still playfully. "I've not wet myself, it's you! Just feel her, Roger."
I looked at her and she dropped her gaze.
"All right," she said, "feel for yourself, but I'm afraid you'll be disgusted with me."
I put my hand up under her skirt and onto her damp panties. My hand was cold, and, as I touched her, I felt another little trickle coming from her warmly. I liked the feel so much that I just couldn't take my hand away. She looked at me with wide eyes.
"Don't you mind that?"
"I love it," I replied.
"Oh, my God, do you?"
"D'you mind?"
"No!" And then her hot piss came gushing out, running down the seat and forming a pool on the floor of the car, making a splashing noise as it did so.
"Isn't she a dirty little bitch?" her husband said, since he had watched and heard everything.
"If that's meant as a compliment, yes!"
Of course, Sonia had to finish, once having started, then wrapping her fur coat round her, she got out of the car and we all entered the pub.
I was sorry for her; she had saturated herself with pee and walking must have been very uncomfortable until she had visited the ladies room and removed her sodden panties and dried herself. Francis and I went to the gents room and, in a gentlemanly manner, emptied our bladders of our hot urine.
"You're a bit of a lad," he said, standing beside me in the unpartitioned urinal and glancing down at my still partially erected penis.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I couldn't resist it," I replied apologetically.
"Oh, I don't mind, old boy. Sonia is a very good sport only, as we told you, we get damn little fun in Yorkshire. That's why when we stay with these people, we really let ourselves go."
"I know, but still, I did go rather far."
"My dear old boy, don't apologize. Of course Soma's a bit shy because she doesn't know you, but when she does, she's very good company! Come on, let's go and order drinks. She'll want something warming. Shall we make it whiskey?"
We ordered three, Francis and I polishing ours off and ordering another before Sonia appeared, her handbag bulging a lot more than it did when she left us.
"Ah, there you are, darling! Here's a whiskey for you."
"Thanks. Cheers, chaps!"
I was now able to take stock of my two passengers. Francis appeared to be rather older than I had thought, thirty-five or even forty. He had a ruddy complexion, a thin, slightly beaky nose, a loose mouth and sandy hair. His appearance was that of a man who lived mostly out of doors, rugged, in other words.
Sonia was very near thirty at a guess, fair hair, grey eyes, not a particularly well shaped nose, but, as I had thought, a most attractive mouth that lifted slightly at one end when she smiled.
Her voice was soft and rather high pitched. She wore a fur coat over a tweed costume, with a small, round hat to match.
"Feel more comfy?" asked Francis.
"Yes, thanks. Oh!" she said, turning to me, "I do feel ashamed of myself. I told Francis we shouldn't have had all that beer at the Ace of Spades."
"Honestly, there's nothing to be ashamed of, really, there isn't," I protested.
"Well, I think you're a damn good sport," she said. "First, you give us a lift and then I go and mess up your car. I'm sorry you have to go on to Horsham."
"If I find the road too bad, I shan't go."
"What'll you do, then?"
"Turn around and go back to London."
"You can't do that, old man," Francis put in. "I'm quite sure the Northwards, the people we're staying with, would put you up."
"Can't we find out what the roads are like?" asked Sonia.
"I expect so. I'll ring up the A.A.A. and ask," volunteered Francis.
"But why should you?" I said. "I can drop you and then go back if I find it's too bad to go on.
"Nonsense! I'll go and phone while you give Sonia another whiskey."
"You know," said Sonia as soon as Francis had gone, "I think it would be awful good fun if you stayed the night with us at the Northwards. They're great sports. There's David and Julia and their niece, Jill.
"David's a chartered accountant and I adore him. Julia's great fun at a party and Jill is absolutely the naughtiest thing you ever saw. Completely man mad at eighteen!"
"But," I protested, "I can't go and foist myself like that on total strangers."
"You can hardly call yourself a stranger to us! We wouldn't have suggested it if we had thought you wouldn't fit in. And you can take that how you like it! I know they'd love to have you. After all, we are odd numbers there at the moment."
We were well into our fresh round of drinks when Francis returned, his face beaming.
"It's all fixed!" he said. "David says the roads are goddamn awful, and they'd love to put you up, Roger. Only, as it's seven-thirty, will we please hurry as dinner's at eight. You can ring your friends, can't you?"
"Yes, do," pleaded Sonia, with great emphasis. I went at once.
"It's okay," I told them on my return from the phone. "My friends say no traffic is running on the roads their way at all."
Then we finished our drinks and returned to the car.
It was just striking eight as we pulled up in front of the Northward's home, set in a thick belt of trees on a rise off the Dorking By-Pass. We were greeted by the family with an array of drinks set out on a table before a huge fire in the library.
David Northward was a man of nearly fifty. He was tall, erect, had a Roman nose, grey hair and horn --rimmed spectacles.
Julia, his wife, was probably forty-five, shorter, with reddish hair, which I guessed was touched up a little. She had a full, voluptuous mouth and bright blue eyes.
And Jill! Sonia had described her as the naughtiest thing you ever saw and I can't find a better description of her.
She was of medium height, with a very slim waist, accentuated by an exceptionally well shaped bust. Her hair was fair, her eyes blue, her nose small and straight. She had a sensual mouth with that little touch of petulance that made you want to smack her right on her ass.
After a drink and a wash, we went in to dinner, during which, Francis and Sonia described their adventures of the day, finishing with my picking them up at the Ace of Spades and stopping for a drink at Leatherhead.
It was clear that Francis, by going into more details than I would on the telephone, had satisfied them that I would be an acceptable addition to the party.
"Altogether, not a very comfortable drive," said David. "I hope you didn't get too wet, Sonia."
"Well, wet enough," she replied with a twinkle.
"What happened, Sonia, couldn't you get out in time?" asked Jill.
"No, Francis blocked the exit!"
"What?" cried Jill. "In front of everybody outside a pub? Oh, the impatience of men! Couldn't he wait?"
"Jill!" exclaimed Julia. "You really have a dirty mind."
"But a nice, clean body. Francis knows, don't you, Francis? He scrubbed my back this morning. At least, that's what you called it. Personally, I thought you were massaging my front."
"I thought he was getting into mischief," said Sonia.
"No, Sonia, he only got into my bath, not my mischief."
Conversation ran along those lines the whole time over dinner and the atmosphere was pretty warm when we left the dining room.
"Jill, dear, show Roger his room," called Julia.
"You mean his room, or where he's sleeping?"
"I said his room!"
"Yes, I suppose hell settle later where he sleeps."
She led the way and, at the end of the landing, she opened a door.
"Your official room," she announced, switching on the light.
My bag had been unpacked for me and my pajamas draped on a chair before the electric fire.
"Scrummy pajamas," exclaimed Jill. "Much snappier than Francis'. Now come and see the lay out." I followed her down the passage.
"David and Julia," she pointed at one door. "Francis and Sonia," pointing at another. "And me!" she said with emphasis opening it and switching on the light. "Come on in."
I went on in. She immediately flicked off the light, leaving a warm glow from the electric heater as all that was visible. I put my arms around her and kissed her meeting with the warm response I had expected.
She had a lovely body to hold, an unbelted waist and very firm, round breasts. It was a body that melted into my arms, just as her mouth melted into mine and out tongues met, the tips running around each other. No one could blame me for my quickly growing erection.
"Aren't you nice and hard," she exclaimed, clinging to me.
"Aren't you nice and soft," I countered.
"I'd like you to fuck me here and now, but someone's sure to burst in in the middle."
"I'd love to burst in your middle, Jill."
"I know, but everything comes to he who waits."
"I'll certainly come in that case."
"Ooh, darling," she said, kissing me again. "You are fun."
"Come on, you two, no assing about upstairs," called David.
"Assing," said Jill softly, as if to herself. "We haven't done the other thing yet. Come on, we had better go down."
Rather flushed, we joined the others in the library.
"So that's what you've been doing," said Julia.
"Oh, God," Jill exclaimed, looking at me. "You've got oodles of lipstick all over your mouth. Let me wipe it off." I gave her my handkerchief and she wiped it off.
"So much for the place where it shows," said Julia. "What about the places where it doesn't?"
"There's nowhere else, Aunt."
"No?" said Francis. "Ask Sonia."
"Yes," agreed his wife, "you are much too free with your lipstick, Jill. You leave it like a high water mark in the oddest places."
"Well, I've only kissed Roger on the mouth."
"Let's take him in the corner and inspect him," said Julia, rising from her chair.
She and Sonia led me into a corner, Jill following. There, one of them undid my fly with such fiddling as to get me at half cock. Jill went on her knees, about to withdraw my dong, but Julia stopped her.
"No, you don't! You might rub it off with his shirt. Sonia, you carry out the inspection."
Sonia lifted my shirt and out sprung my rather large sized prick which drew gasps.
"Beautiful!" breathed Sonia. "Jill's not guilty. Still, here goes."
She kissed the side of my cock, rubbing her lips along it and leaving a smear of lipstick. Then Julia knelt and did the same on the other side, lingeringly.
"Can't I, too?" said a plaintive voice.
Without waiting for an answer, Jill knelt and put my now hard erection into her mouth, rolled it around with closed lips and then stood up leaving my prick with three different colors of lipstick. Then, still exposed, they led me back to where the men were sitting.
"Look!" said Julia.
"Disgusting."
"Better wash it off."
"I'll do it for him," said Jill. "He'll need grease."
"No, I don't trust you," Julia vetoed.
"I'll take him," said Sonia. She turned to me. "Better button up in case we run into something."
I replaced my lipstick painted prick and followed Sonia upstairs to her room. She took my dick out again, applied grease and wiped off the three red streaks with tissue.
"There," she said, "lovely and clean. While we're here, I think I'll just pop into the toilet for a pee. Wait for me."
"I'll come with you. I could do with one, too, and I don't know where it is."
We reached the combined bathroom and lavatory, a large, beautiful room. "Who first?"
"We might toss for it."
"You mean whoever comes first, goes first?" she grinned.
"Shall we toss in the bathroom?"
We entered and shut the door.
"I'll slip off my skirt for this," said Sonia, undoing the hook and zip and letting it fall to the floor.
"And I'll take my trousers off," I replied, suiting action to words.
"I know," she said suddenly, "let's have a bath."
"What about the others?"
"Don't worry about them. You just lock the door."
I did so and Sonia turned on the water. We stripped and there I was, with a large erection, completely naked and standing with Sonia, equally naked, and her husband downstairs. I reminded hoof her proposed pee.
"Oh, I'll do that in the bath. I always do. What about you? You can't do a pee with your old man at that angle, can you?"
"I'll join you in the bath."
Sonia turned off the water and got into the bath. I stood and watched and, very soon, the amber colored water began to appear from between her legs. I put my hand there, but she stopped pissing.
"You now," she said, sitting on the side of the bath, feet in the water, while I took her place in the bath, lying back.
My prick stuck up above water and I let go.
Sonia's face was alive with excitement. She opened her legs and as my piss spouted upwards, her flow began again. She had witheld some and was now pouring it over me.
"Sonia, darling, how marvelous!"
When we had both finished, she knelt in the water.
"Make room for me," she said.
She lay beside me in the wide bath as I moved over. Our bodies rolled in the water and soon I was on top of her. She opened her legs, and, holding my prick in her fingers, she guided it into her cunt.
"Oh, Roger," she exclaimed, "how I love to have cock in the bath. I love the wetness of it, your pee and my pee and the water all around us."
I pushed it into her and began my fuck movements, the sound of the splashing water and the slapping as our bodies met, adding to the excitement.
Faster, I frigged, taking long strokes, nearly withdrawing, then returning hard into her. Not a word was passed between us, only our heavy breathing and the splashing water broke the silence. Sonia gripped the back of my legs with hers and put her hands on my ass.
Faster and faster we went. Water, piss, splashing, all contributed to the erotic excitement. In and out, faster and faster, and harder!
A few more hard cock thrusts and I shot my load into her. We kissed and lay quietly regaining our breath.
"Oh, Roger, that was marvelous. My God, it was beautiful!"
"Oh hell, we've forgotten to bring towels," said Sonia, as we got out of the bath. "The one on the rack is Julia's. We can't use hers."
"What are you two up to?" a voice queried from outside the door.
"Oh fuck it," I muttered. "What do we do now?"
"Do? Answer of course." Then she called, "We're in here, Francis. Be a darling and get us towels."
"Righto," came the cheery reply and a couple of minutes later, there was a tap on the door. Sonia opened it and Francis came in to see the dripping figures of his wife and myself.
"Well, I'm screwed," he said, handing us the towels.
"Darling," said Sonia, "after what I did in the car, I had to have a bath, didn't I? And, as it was Roger's car...."
"All right! All right!" he grinned good humoredly, as he went out, shutting the door on us again.
"I knew he wouldn't mind. Let's take our clothes and dry ourselves in our bedrooms. I'll put on my night things. I'd do the same, if I were you."
The two of us wrapped in large bath towels, we opened the door. There, -lined up, were Francis, David, Julia and Jill!
"Oh, no, you don't," cried David. "Off with those towels."
Our towels were pulled off us and the two men led Sonia to her room, while Julia and Jill led me to mine, both of us stark naked.
"You are a bastard," said Julia, shutting the door and returning me my towel, which I quickly wrapped around me. "Now I suppose you won't be fit for anything."
"Or fit in anything!" Jill interposed.
They seemed so serious about it, that, for a moment, I was afraid I had really upset them. I suppose my face must have shown my dismay because Jill said, "You see, I was looking forward to sleeping with you tonight."
"Why in the past tense, Jill?" I asked.
"Well, I presume you've fucked Sonia in the bath. She loves it like that, I know. And now I suppose your dick will be too worn out to make love to me."
"I certainly shall not be worn out. I'm not worn out now, I'm quite strong, you know."
Even as I spoke, I felt myself hardening beneath the towel. I pushed out my stomach to accentuate the small, but nonetheless definite lump.
"Hm," said Julia, her eyes on my middle. "He's right, you know, darling."
"Let's see how strong he is," Jill replied, putting a hand on my lump. "He is, he really is! Feel!"
Julia put her hand on me and gave me a squeeze. "My gosh, yes!"
Their touching of my prick had strengthened it still more and it was now pushing itself forward under the towel. Suddenly I opened it wide.
"There!" I exclaimed, with more than a little pride. "Anybody want some nice hot cock?"
"Oh, he's wonderful," Julia exclaimed. She touched it, then bent swiftly and kissed it. "I shall envy you tonight, Jill."
Poor Julia. She was so obviously excited and yet, unselfishly, was ready to surrender what would have been a great pleasure to her, to her younger and far more attractive niece.
I took her shoulders and kissed her. As I did so, she suddenly clung to me, arms around my neck, her thighs pressing hard against mine.
"Let's go to bed, Julia," I whispered into her ear.
"What? Me? But don't you want to fuck Jill?"
"Of course, I'll give her all the cock she wants in bed tonight." As I spoke, I rubbed her thigh with my hand, moving it up to her cunt. Jill watched in silence.
"Jill, darling, switch off the light," said Julia.
"Oh, Roger, you're not going to...."
"I am! Then later, you and I are going to sleep together, aren't we?"
"Oh, marvelous. Do let me stay in here and watch. I never have before."
"As far as I'm concerned, darling, you may," said Julia.
"Of course," I agreed.
As we were talking, Julia was undressing and, when naked, she stood against me, thighs pressing against my big erection. There was nothing particularly glamorous about her. She hadn't much of a figure.
Her breasts were rather large, stomch rather round. But she was immensely sensual and her sensuality more than compensated for her physical imperfections. On the other hand, there was only one thing she really wanted, a good, solid fuck, without any particular foreplay.
Soon, we were lying on the bed and, after a few preliminaries, during which I realized she had already come once, I entered her twat.
Having already had my first with Sonia in the bath, I was in no hurry for my second, and I continued moving in and out of her with a slow unhurried rhythm, a performance which, judging by her responsiveness and her occasional cries of pleasure, gave her the utmost satisfaction.
Throughout, Jill sat on a chair close to us, watching us in the comparatively dim light of the electric fire. Occasionally, I turned my head towards her and noticed she was slowly frigging herself with her hand under her ass.
"Darling," Julia panted suddenly, "darling, please come soon. I've had nearly enough."
I increased my speed.
"Of, fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped, until I shot my scum into her twitching cunt.
"Wow, that was gorgeous to look at," exclaimed Jill as I rose from the panting, prostrate body of her aunt.
"Jill, darling, get my dressing gown from my room," gasped Julia. "Thank you, Roger," she whispered when Jill had left the room. "That's the sweetest thing a man could've done to me. Me, an old woman! You could have gone straight to Jill, you know."
She kissed me with more than just casual affection after a fucking. She kissed me with gratitude.
Then Jill burst into the room with an air of excitement. She, too, had stripped and put on her dressing gown.
"I say," she said breathlessly, "there's fun and games going on in Sonia's room, by the sound of it. Come along and let's go see."
Julia and I put on our wraps and, going to Soma's room, quietly opened the door. What a picture we saw.
Sonia was stretched on the bed being fucked by David right in front of Francis, her husband, who had a huge erection. We arrived just in time to see the few final thrusts from David who, as soon as he had his come, leapt off the bed.
Francis immediately took his place, and, quick as lightning, thrust his huge prick up Sonia's cunt. David looked at Julia and grinned. Jill stood close to me and I put my hand on her breasts while she fondled my now limp cock, rubbing the tip of it with her fingers.
"Gosh, we must watch this," she breathed.
"Let's get closer."
We moved nearer. "If we kneel here, we can see better."
We knelt. Then I opened her dressing gown and, with one hand on her titty and the other on her cunt, I slowly masturbated her as, with eyes and ears, she took in every detail of the hump performance.
Francis and Sonia were quite beside themselves with lust now.
"Three different cocks up your horny cunt in one evening," he panted, fucking her. "Three cocks all hard, lusting for your pussy, fucking you, you horny little bitch. You dirty, filthy, pissing little cunt! Pissing bitch! Wetting your drawers like a dirty girl. Aren't you a dirty girl?!"
"Yes, yes, darling. I'm a dirty, filthy pissing bitch. I love water. WET! PISS! Pissing in the bath. Wet my drawers. Piss and pee. Pee and scum. Fuck me! Piss up my cunt! Piss and fuck! Balls and asshole! Shit, piss, fuck, fuck me! Come in my cunt. In my wet cunt. Horny cunt. Fuck me! Fuck me! Oooohhh!"
What an exhibition! Jill nearly swooned as I jerked her off and, for the third time that evening, I was aware of an awakening of desire. Then someone tactfully turned out the light, leaving the couple panting on the bed. I stood up and raised Jill. In silence, we crept from the room and went into mine.
I shouldn't want to mislead you into thinking that I was capable of more than two comes in the space of a few hours, for I'm only a normal man. However, I had with me a very abnormal girl, one of the most passionate, abandoned cunts I had ever met.
Maybe I just happened to appeal to that side of her, because she had not really had a very varied sex life. So I gathered from what little she told me.
Anyway, I sprouted another hard-on.
She was no virgin, of course, but many girls aren't at the age of eighteen. The household was a free and easy one and, when friends came to stay, petting and even a change of partners was an accepted form of amusement which Jill entered into the spirit of with enthusiasm.
But she had never before watched copulation and, by comparison, this evening's happenings were far more advanced than anything she had experienced before.
In my bedroom, lit only by the glow from the electric heater, I shut the door. Let me put my feelings about her in the briefest way by saying, she was extremely fuckable!
I turned the key in the lock. She noticed this. "Thank you, Roger," she whispered.
I sat in an armchair by the heater and she sat at my feet, her arms around my knees.
"Well, Jill?" I asked.
"You do believe me, don't you, when I say I've never in my life seen anything like that before?"
"Of course, why shouldn't I?"
"I don't know. I thought you might think we were always frigging around her, not that it matters I suppose. Of course, we have lots of fun sometime, men kissing me, holding my breasts and putting their hands up me, feeling me so that I get excited and feel them in return.
"Sometimes, if their wives don't mind or are out, the husbands go to bed with me and do fuck me, which I love, of course, and we have a really gorgeous time. But never anything like tonight.
"I know Uncle David and what he's like. We have screwed once or twice ourselves, but Aunt Julia told him he mustn't, not with me.
"Of course, I know she goes to bed with men who come here sometimes. Francis and Sonia are pretty hot, I know, and whenever they come to stay, the conversation is always, well, as it was tonight.
"Francis says a sharp wit makes a horny prick, and I must say, the hotter the talk, the hotter my blood gets. Poor Francis then makes a bee line for me. He wanted me in my bath this morning, but I really couldn't cope. I knew Sonia wanted to get away.
"Good thing she did, too, or we'd never have met you."
"Yes, that was a real piece of luck for me."
"And for me. If you hadn't come, I suppose I would have been packed off to bed and at the most, Francis and David would have changed partners and beds for a bit."
"You don't regret my unexpected visit then?"
"Not likely. Wouldn't have missed it for worlds. But tell me, did Sonia really wet her drawers?"
"Oh, yes, she did."
"You didn't seem to mind, it seems."
"On the contrary."
"Funny, I've often felt I'd like to pee on someone."
"Haven't you ever?"
"No, have you ever had a woman do it to you?"
"Yes, I love it."
"Would, would you let me pee on you to see what it's like?"
"Certainly. You mean you'd like to try it now?"
"Yes," she replied quietly.
"Very well. Well spread out my towel on the floor in front of the fire. I'll lie on it and you can squat over me."
We spread the towel, then I took off my dressing gown and lay down. Jill slipped out of her wrap.
"What part of you shall I do it on?"
"Wherever you like."
She stooped over my prick, facing me.
"If I move, you stay where you are and go on pissing," I said.
Oh, the picture of that attractive girl, squatting over me with her knees apart, her bush just visible in the dim light, her rather full, but beautifully rounded breasts, with their hard nipples standing out so proudly. Patiently I waited. Then it came, first a few drops on my hardening penis, then a stronger flow of her hot piss.
Gradually, I wriggled down between her legs so that as I moved my body her pee fell on my navel, my chest and on up to my neck.
One more wriggle and I raised my head, opened my mouth and took in a warm mouthful which I swallowed. Then another as I gripped her ass. But as I had guaged, her bladder was almost empty.
"Stand up," I said, "and go on pissing."
She did so with only a momentary pause in her flow, and I was able to watch the remaining drops fall from the height of her cunt.
"No more," she said, stepping over me and turning to look at my now fully erect prick.
I stood up and dried myself on the towel.
"Well," I asked, "nice?"
"Lovely, and wasn't it dirty of me?"
"Very. Do you like the idea of being dirty and doing dirty things?"
"I love it, oh, I love it."
"You see what it's done to my old man?"
"Yes, I know, and it's made me frightfully horny, too."
"Come to bed then," I said.
And then the whole sensuality of the girl came to a boiling point. I taught her more than she had ever learned before, or was likely to learn during the rest of her life.
I took the lead, but whatever I did to her, she did it to me. I kissed her cunt and thrust my tongue up her horny gash. She put my cock in her mouth and sucked it, parting the small opening and running her tongue along it.
I kissed her ass and put my tongue into the entrance of her asshole. She did the same to me. With lubricated fingers, she pushed it up that orifice. Then, when we had tired of games, I shot my load into her, her counter movements being so violent that several times I nearly slipped out of her.
At this point, her language became obscene and her imagination ran riot as she used every filthy word and expression she had, and had not, heard.
And then, when it was all over, we slept in each other's arms, only to wake at three o'clock in the morning and fuck all over again.
Truly my strength was prodigious. But it was her excessively sensual cunt which enabled me to do it. And, finally, at about four-thirty, she put on her dressing gown and crept back to her room.
Next morning, only David and Julia appeared at breakfast. I said I had to get back to London and after a cordial good-bye, and many thanks for their extreme hospitality (which made them laugh) I left.
On my return, I wrote my bread-and-butter to Julia, but I'd rather not put down here what I wrote. What I said was original and strictly personal, and I should be sorry for anyone else to send a similar letter on a similar occasion, should it arise.
I have never seen any of them since. Once, they asked me to stay, but I sent polite regrets. You see, they said they had a few people coming in and they thought they'd start off with strip poker so as to get them all undressed and warmed up.
You do see what I mean, don't you?
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
We had been having a somewhat hectic time with a series of parties and, as it was raining like hell as it can only do in England in July, Phyl and I decided on an early night. We had had a meal and were sitting in our dressing gowns when the front door bell rang.
"You'd better see who it is and say we're just going to bed," said Phyllis rather wearily. "Oh, hell," I said.
I went to the front door, prepared to shoo off our unwelcome visitors when, to my surprise, I found it was that incestuous brother and sister, Paul and Paulette. That was different!
"Oh, do come in!" I cried with enthusiasm.
"Darlings!" squealed Phyllis, jumping up to kiss them both. "Where have you been all this time?" (It was about three weeks since we had seen them last, in point of fact) "Any dirt?"
"Lots!" they replied in unison.
"Drink?" I asked, being practical and pouring whiskeys without waiting for the obvious answer.
"We've been to a nudist camp," Paul went on. "Some spot, believe me!"
"Bad as that?" I asked.
"Every bit," replied Paulette, handing back her empty glass to be refilled. "Show them the letter, Paul."
Paul produced the following:
"ADAM AND EVE SOCIETY"
Friggers House, Great Cockshakers, Beds.
Dear Sir, Your name has been sent to me as being interested in Naturism, and I am writing to offer accommodations for two for one week from Monday next; terms in accordance with the enclosed leaflet.
I would point out that as only couples are admitted, it will be necessary to bring a lady with you. Kindly wire whether you will be able to come and whether you require two single rooms or one double room.
Yours faithfully, Humpy Adam, Secretary.
"Well?" I asked, after reading the letter. "Well, we've just come from there," replied Paul, "and we thought you'd like to hear about it." We said that, of course, we would and this is what they told us:
It appears that they had no idea who had sent in their name, but, for the fun of it, they wired that they would go and required single rooms. They said this because, being brother and sister, they thought it would look better, and, anyway, they could always visit each other's room and have their fuck together.
So off they went by train and were met at Great Cockshakers Station by a liveried chauffeur in a large car. Two other people were met also, and proved to be an attractive young couple both tanned and healthy looking. The chauffeur greeted them as if he knew them, then all four got into the car.
"My name is Henry, and this is Joyce," said the man.
Paul gave his full name and was about to give Paulette's, when Henry interrupted to say that surnames were never given to anyone but Humpy Adam, the secretary. Nor was the relationship of the couples ever asked.
"You've not been here before, I can see," said Henry. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourselves as much as we do whenever we come here. However, I would give you one word of advice. This is a well conducted nudist colony. I've seen people come here assuming it's a free for all place with everyone naked. Nothing annoys Humpy more and, if you try to force things like that, you will be asked to leave."
The car drew up at the door of a very large house standing on its own grounds which appeared to consist of many acres. The whole place was set in a wood, making it quite impossible to be spied on from any direction.
"Follow us," said Henry. "Well show you the ropes."
They followed Henry and Joyce into a small room just inside the front door, leaving their bags to be taken care of by a chauffeur and butler. A minute of waiting and a nude man came in.
"Good afternoon," he said, shaking hands with all four of them. "Henry and Joyce, you're in 'Passion.' You know where the room is, I think."
"Rather! Same as before. Marvelous!" And they left the room.
"You will be Paul and Paulette? I'm Humpy, the secretary of the 'Adam and Eve Society.' I've put you down for single rooms. You, Paul, will be in a room called 'Test', and you, Paulette, in 'Icles.'"
"What extraordinary names!"
"Well, it shows you are together and we like to make it easy for people to remember their rooms. All the single rooms are in pairs, so to speak, that is, 'Copu' goes with 'Lation'; 'Aphro' with 'Disiac', and so on. The pairs of rooms are all interconnected by the way.
"The first thing is, everyone must be in the nude. Eat, read, play games, dance-all in the nude. You may wear shoes and stockings, or socks, if you like, but nothing else!
"Next, all treatment is voluntary, but I should add that most guests go in for everything we offer; Turkish baths, massage, sun lamps and the gymnasium. Treatment is by either sex and is mixed. Now I expect you would like to see your rooms."
Humpy led them into a spacious hall and up a wide flight of oak stairs to the first landing. They saw various nude statuettes and pictures of males and females, all in the nude.
Humpy took them along a wide passage, onto which opened doors with "Virgin", "Coitus", "Anus", "Penis" and such like, in gold lettering. At last they came to two doors, "Test" and "Icles."
"Here we are," said Shaggy.
He pushed open the one marked "Test" and they saw a stark naked girl unpacking Paul's things.
"This is Madge, your chambermaid. She'll look after you both. Now I'll leave you. It's tea time. Remember, no clothes from now until you leave."
When Humpy had left, Madge stood up and faced them.
"I've hung your things up in the wardrobe, sir, and if you will take off what you are wearing, I'll brush them and do the same. This way, Miss," she said to Paulette, opening the door between the two rooms.
Paul surveyed his room; it was of medium size, with a sofa-bed almost big enough for two. There was a thick carpet and the walls had no pictures, except for a large photograph of a naked girl, squatting on her haunches and stroking a dog.
Hmm, he thought, getting out of his clothes. Meanwhile, in the adjoining room, Madge was unpacking for Paulette.
"Are there many on the staff?" asked Paulette.
"Eight of us. There's the chef and two girls in the kitchen; Roberts, the butler, Jim, the footman, and three of us girls to do the rooms."
"Are the butler and footman naked, too?"
"Oh, yes. You see, it would not do to be naked yourself and be waited on by someone who wasn't."
"Gosh, I suppose you're right. I suppose I'd better be fashionable and take off my clothes."
"Don't worry, Miss, you have a nice figure, not like some we have. You're lucky, we've got a nicer lot here than we had last week. You should see some of the frumps we have. Dried up old virgins and dirty old men trying to get a hard-on. Fun's fun, I say, but not with them."
She shuddered and left the room.
Paulette began to undress. She liked her clothes and felt almost sorry she was to shed them for a week. First, she pulled her dress over her head, and, standing before the long mirror, she admired her panty set, with their lace along the edge and the thin crepe-de-chine of which they were made.
She liked to see her well shaped legs encased in the thinnest stockings and the round of her breasts as she slipped off her shoulder straps. She cupped her breasts in her hands. They were round and firm, the nipples standing out as she gently rubbed them.
"Sister, darling, you're divine," said Paul, coming in.
She turned and saw he was all naked except for bedroom slippers. He was a wonderful brother, a wonderful man, a wonderful fucker.
"Darling," she said, kissing him, "at least we'll frig each other at night, whatever this place is like. I think, though, there may be more in it than we imagine, at least, so I gathered from Madge."
"As a matter-of-fact, she herself looks rather hot to me," said Paul. "I suppose she isn't all that pretty, but she has a most attractive voice, her eyes sparkle and she has a very sexy twat."
"You know all the servants go about in the nude? Having no clothes on, you won't be able to hide that colossal hard-on you get. Now I do want to see this out, so don't do anything silly, will you?"
"The best way to quiet me...."
"I know," his sister interrupted, putting a hand on his prick.
"We've time to hump a little before tea."
Brother and sister lay on the bed and, after playing with each other in a way they had done since childhood, finished up with a copulation that gave them the greatest satisfaction. You could hear nothing but their bawdy mutterings and the movements of their bodies on the bed.
Thus, they did not hear Paul's door open and Madge come in for his clothes. Moreover, they had failed to shut the communicating door and Madge, hearing the groans and mutterings of pleasure, stood in the doorway watching them. The sight was too much for her.
Paulette raised her head from beneath her brother and saw the maid, eyes closed, now, hand on her twat frigging herself. She nudged Paul who glanced over his shoulder to follow her pointing finger.
Without a word, he got quietly off the bed and went over to Madge. Still without any noise, he began to tongue her rampant nipples. She started and opened her eyes.
"Oh, sir, you shouldn't," she gasped.
"That's all right, Madge," said Paulette, joining them. "Come on the bed."
Madge dropped Paul's clothes and went over to lie on the bed, her legs over the side. Paulette opened them and, kneeling, sucked Madge's cunt while Paul tongued her nipples.
Soon a quivering by Madge showed that her climax was near, and, gripping Paulette's hair with her hands, she tried to push Paulette's tongue still further into her cunt. A few more spasmodic movements and Madge came with a cry of satisfaction. After lying quietly panting for a few minutes, she got up.
"Oh, Miss, that was really wonderful. But you mustn't tire yourselves too early."
"That's all right, Madge," said Paul, "we can stand a lot of it and you must join us properly next time." He kissed her lingeringly.
"Thank you, Sir," she replied, "you have only to ring the bell, you know, and I'll answer it."
Picking up Paul's clothes, she left the room.
Downstairs, more than a dozen people assembled, including Henry and Joyce, looking as attractive in the nude as they did dressed. But Paul and his sister had been to parties where everybody stripped and indulged in plenty of fucking until satisfied, but they had never witnessed anything like this.
There were all these people, old and young, sitting or standing in groups, having tea without a shred of clothing to cover their nakedness.
Paul and Paulette looked them over. There were men with bulging bellies and shrunken dicks, men with good figures and men with enormous cocks hanging limply like plaited whips.
There were women with big asses and women with small asses; well shaped breasts and none at all. They were all shapes and sizes. Humpy, who had a good figure and a large, thick penis, came forward to introduce them.
"We sunbathe at six o'clock, then rest until dinner which is at eight," Shaggy told them, handing out round dark glasses.
Great sun lamps were switched on and Humpy moved from couch to couch, playing the lamp on any part of the body desired. With the men, it was generally the cock and balls, and they noticed that more than one showed signs of awakening desire.
One by one, the guests left for their rooms and Paul and Paulette soon followed suit. They lay on their beds until just before eight, when Madge came in.
"Kiss me, Madge," said Paul.
"No, sir, not before dinner. You'll only get a hard-on again."
They had just washed when a gong sounded downstairs. The dining room was a large room with a bare mahogany table, heavy olive curtains and candles for light.
The meal, which was excellent, was served by the butler, Robert, and Jim, the footman. There was a little incident when Marian, an old lady of about sixty, tried to get a handful of Robert's balls as he served her. Imperturbably, Robert moved quickly to the next guest without comment.
"She's a wicked old girl," Joyce whispered next to him.
"Looks as if she enjoys life though," grinned Paul.
"Still does! Wait until you have to dance with her."
"I hope the room isn't too brightly lit."
"Don't worry," whispered Joyce, "I'll tell you if anything is noticeable. Then she smiled. 'Don't look at me like that. It's all right. Henry has an awful time with her. I always pull his leg about it."
After dinner, the ladies retired and the men sat with coffee and cigars. An old man named Phillip joined Paul.
"Damn nice girl you've got with you. Better than mine, heh heh!"
"Who are you with?"
"I brought Marian down, an old flame of mine. Still got a figure, I suppose, and likes plenty of hot cock as well. I couldn't keep up with her. Don't know how she does it at sixty. How old do you think I am?"
"Oh, er, sixty-five?"
"Sixty-nine, my boy! The old soixant-neuf. Always enjoyed that, too. Heh heh, too old for it now, though. Still, I get my satisfaction in my own way."
Presently they joined the ladies and Paul found Paulette talking to Joyce. Paulette came over to him.
"Joyce and Henry are all right!" she announced.
Just before ten, several couples went up to bed, leaving Paul and Paulette, Joyce and Henry, Phillip and Marian. Humpy bade them good-night and they went into the room reserved for dancing.
There were couches around the walls and the lighting was dim; music came from a loudspeaker in one corner. Marian came up smartly and grabbed Paul's hand.
"Come on, Paul," she said, "I want you to dance with me."
They started and Paul saw that his sister was dancing with Henry and that Joyce was sitting with old Phillip. What Joyce had said about Marian was quite true. She did like her fun and she appeared to be a wonderfully well preserved sixty. Before long as he danced close, touching her nakedness, his cock began to harden and became quite erect.
"Naughty boy," said Marian, tapping him playfully on the cheek.
However, when the music ceased, the condition of his prick was still not excessively hard. Joyce rose as the music started again and Paul swept her onto the floor.
"Well?" he asked.
"Not so very noticeable," she reported. "Although I was rather busy keeping old Phillip's hands off me. I don't happen to like dirty old men!"
"Bad as that?"
"Quite! He has a rather disgusting habit in the Turkish bath. After he's been through the hot room, he takes a slab next to someone else and he gets the masseuse at the other slab to arouse the person they're massaging. You know what I mean?"
Paul did know. Joyce's firm breasts were rubbing against his chest and the suggestive line of conversation was having a far greater effect on his dong than dancing with Marian had had.
"You mean he gets the other man horny?"
"That's it, only it can be man or woman, he isn't fussy. Then his masseuse has to jerk him off while he watches the same thing being done to the man or woman on the other slab. Let me know if you're invited to join him one morning. I'll come and watch."
"You'll...?"
"Only it would be a lousy waste. Hey, you're pretty horny now, aren't you?" She put a hand down to his upstanding prick.
"Don't more, for Pete's sake! Henry will see it."
"Henry doesn't mind. What about Paulette?"
"Oh, she'll approve highly. Look, Henry's got one too. Well done, Paulette. Clever girl, my sister."
Paulette and Henry danced in close. "Look on the sofa."
Joyce and Paul looked and saw old Phillip and Marian sitting close watching them. Phillip was handling his cock, trying to get an erection while Marian was gently frigging herself.
Then the two couples on the floor really gave themselves over to some lascivious dancing, getting their thighs between each other's and wriggling against one another.
"Did you say Paulette was your sister?"
"Hell, yes. Slipped out!"
"But, darling, how wonderful. Real, honest to Satan incest?"
"Yes."
"And Henry is really and truly my husband."
"He has an adorable wife."
"Kiss me."
He folded her in his arms and kissed her fair hair, her eyes, her neck and her mouth.
"God! I want you," he said.
"And how I want to fuck you."
"But what about Henry?"
"He won't in the least mind your fucking me if he can screw Paulette."
"Paulette will love it."
Just then, Henry and Paulette came up to them.
"Joyce, let's get upstairs quick. I've just got to fuck this Paulette!"
"All right. All in your room?"
"God, yes. I can't wait," gasped Paulette.
"Well creep out and leave those two horny old buggers to frig themselves silly," said Henry.
"Well," said Phyllis, her eyes shining with excitement over the story thus far. "What happened then?"
"Oh," said Paulette, "we just fucked and fucked."
"Naturally," I commented, "but what about the other days?"
"Well, let's have another drink, and we'll tell you."
Drinks were dispensed and they continued the story.
After a couple of days, both brother and sister began to feel rather worn out. Yes, even that incestuous pair had had enough fucking and felt they couldn't stand any more for some time.
So they called a halt to Joyce and Henry, they being the couple chiefly responsible for their fucked out state. However, husband and wife had other ideas.
"You've got what they call a 'hang down,' a sort of fuck hang-over. Go to Humpy and ask him for a 'stand-up'. That's a sexual pick me up. And, you, Paulette, ask him for a 'wetter'. Hell soon fix you up."
"Here you are, then," said Humpy, after listening to their requirements with a smile.
He handed them each a pill from different boxes.
"Take these now, er, let's see, it's ten o'clock now. Yes, take them now and then go for a walk. I suggest you follow the path through the wood and, when you come to a notice reading, 'Strictly Private' and 'No Admittance', go along the path it bars.
"You will then come to a hut. You may go in there for a rest. Get there at about ten-thirty and you should be back in time for lunch."
They told Henry and Joyce, who immediately insisted on joining them. It was a warm day and they were glad to get into the shade of the wood, where they soon found the private bath. It was now a half an hour since they had taken their pills and Paul suddenly found he was getting an erection.
"Yes," said Henry, "I thought you'd get that pretty soon. I expect Paulette's feeling pretty moist about the cunt, too."
"I'm getting very horny," said Paulette. "Look, there's the hut."
They went in and found a most comfortably arranged room with large windows and big armchairs and sofas. There were rugs on the parquet floor and various draperies along the walls, with a stereo set in a corner.
"Come and look out of the window," said Joyce.
Outside, there was a well turfed lawn surrounding a large swimming pool with a rustic bench on one side. The whole garden was surrounded by trees, making it completely private.
"What a pretty garden," exclaimed Paulette. "Can we go into it?"
"Better not, just yet. Look!"
A dog and a bitch had run onto the lawn, the dog sniffing at the bitch. Then he mounted her from behind, ramming his cock up her. There are few more obscene sights than a dog fucking a bitch, the way he clasps her with his front paws.
The pair of animals our quartette watched were horny in the extreme and Paul and Paulette, watching and with the aphrodisiac in them, were in no mood to wait.
"Let's copy them," said Paul.
Paulette got on her hands and knees, and her brother, mounting her from behind, rammed his prick high up her cunt. The window, being large and low, they were able to watch the animals in the garden, and, as dog fucked bitch, so brother fucked sister.
He clasped her breasts in his hands from behind, moving in and out so that her asscheeks slapped noisily against his thighs. Faster and faster they moved until, with a final plunge, he shot his scum up his sister's cunt.
Henry and Joyce, who had watched the double performance, were themselves in a state of great excitement. But they had other things in store.
Going to a cupboard in one corner, Henry took out a small object. This proved to be a feather attached to an elastic ring, which he put on Paul's prick, still very erect, so that the feather extended beyond the knob.
"This," he said, "will excite a girl like hell when she feels the feather up her cunt."
"As if I wanted exciting!" exclaimed Paulette.
"Now look at this," said Henry, pulling back a wall drape.
They saw a life sized statue of a naked man with a full erection, the penis being of rubber, while the rest of the figure was of stone. Eagerly, the girls handled the rubber prick, kneeling before it and kissing it.
Then Paulette stood up and, putting her arms around the neck of the figure, pulled herself up, her legs opening. She maneuvered the rubber dong into her cunt, winding her legs around the thighs of the statue.
Joyce moved over to Paulette's ass, kneeling behind her, to lick her asshole, while Paul, approaching Joyce from behind, put his cock up her cunt, dog fashion again.
"Fuck me! Oh, Priapus!" gasped Paulette.
"Fucking hell, that's marvelous!" came the muffled voice of Joyce, as the feather on Paul's prick excited her beyond words.
And so the wriggling bodies fucked, Paulette screwing herself up and down on the statue's prick, Joyce with her tongue up her asshole and being fucked by Paul with a hard feather at the end of his prick.
"My gosh, he's shooting scum! Heaps of it! Up my cunt and it's all running out! Aaaahhh! I can't stand any more! I'm coming and overflowing, you bastard!"
No one had noticed Henry go behind the statue and, timing it beautifully, press a rubber syringe in a series of quick jerks, squirting hot milk through the rubber penis and up Paulette's cunt. Paulette's call brought on Paul's orgasm and he shot his sperm into Joyce. Then they collapsed onto the floor, gasping and panting.
However, after a few minutes rest, all four were as horny as ever.
"We can't go back like this," said Paul, clasping his big stiff prick. "We've got to get them down somehow."
"What about a bath?" Joyce suggested. "I expect the animals have gone by this time. Take off your feather, Paul. It looks a bit bedraggled after the pussy it's been up."
They went out and all four plunged into the cool water and swam about for awhile. Then Henry turned and swam slowly on his back, his upright prick cutting the water like a periscope.
Paulette was after him at once. He turned towards her and she swam on her side, facing him, until she felt his cock rubbing against her. She grasped it and slipped it into her cunt. Thus locked, they swam a slow side stroke, each one causing him to plunge his prick into her and withdraw a little way.
This was something neither of them had ever tried before and soon, Henry felt himself ready to come. Clasping her tightly, he plunged deeply into her cunt again, turning her onto her back with himself on top.
As his sperm shot into her, her feet touched the bottom of the pool and, with a final thrust, they both sank to reappear a few seconds later, gasping for breath and spitting water.
"Oh, darling! That was a real good fuck!" said Paulette.
Meanwhile Joyce and Paul had reached the bank and come out of the pool to find Humpy sitting on the seat by the water's edge, with a most magnificent erection, having watched Paulette and Henry in their novel aquatic fornication.
"You see," he said to Paul, as he came up with Joyce, "this is my private chalet and garden. I only loan it to privileged people like yourselves. At the house, I have to be the staid and sober secretary. Here, I get my relaxation and behave as all you other fucking folk."
"Well, your pills are doing us all a heap of good," beamed Joyce.
"I thought I'd come and see for myself." He stood up. "Now I should imagine you two are anxious to get at each other, so go to it while I watch." He squatted on the ground by the seat as Paul sat down.
Joyce knelt at Paul's feet and ran her tongue up and down his cock, pausing every now and then to titillate the tip. Gently, she stroked his thighs, fingering his balls with her soft fingers, so that his pecker quivered with excitement.
He slid on the grass, then, wriggling between her legs, until her cunt was directly over his mouth. Pushing first one, then two fingers up her twat opening, he lubricated her so that her asshole was wet, then he slipped another finger up that orifice.
Raising his head, he licked her little button, then began to push his fingers up and down in her cunt. Suddenly she let a little fart.
"Darling," he said, his voice muffled between her thighs, "do what you want to."
He continued working for a while, then he felt her warm piss begin to flow all over his face and into his mouth. This excited him more than anything. Then he felt some more warm wetness on his legs and found that Humpy was using Joyce's back as a man or dog uses a tree, letting his stream flow against her smooth skin.
"Take your hands away," said Humpy.
Paul did so and felt Joyce's body being pulled back and his cock being pushed up her cunt.
"Oh, ooh! You asshole!" cried Joyce, a moment later. "Shaggy, you are an asshole!"
Then Paul realized that Joyce was speaking literally, for he felt Humpy's prick up her asshole through the soft membrane. From Joyce, came a flow of the dirtiest, bawdiest language he had ever heard, anr' not just whispered as in passion, but shouted out.
Her cries drew the attention of the other two. Paulette rushed to her brother and squatted over his face so that he could tongue her cunt. At the same time, she put Henry's prick into her mouth.
Thus, after much wriggling, and a great deal of sheer filthy talk from Joyce, they all came yet again. Henry in Paulette's mouth, Paulette in Paul's mouth, Paul up Joyce's cunt, Humpy up Joyce's ass, and Joyce, with the combined efforts of Paul and Humpy.
After a rest, they all dived into the pool and, when they came out, all three pricks were hanging limp and dripping, only water instead of scum.
"But," said Paul to us, "the real high spot was the fancy dress party. Give me another drink and I'll tell you about it."
Phyllis, obviously wet about the crotch, (I regret to say she sat frigging herself under her dressing gown) fetching another round of drinks and the story continued.
The day before they were due to leave, Humpy called them into his office and asked them if they had enjoyed themselves. They told him, truthfully, that they had never had such a week.
"Well, we're having a fancy dress dance to wind up, at which anything can be worn except ordinary clothes. I am holding it in the hut and inviting only those whom I can be sure will enter into the spirit of the thing.
"No one will know whom I am inviting and you mustn't try to find out. We'll meet in the hut at around ten o'clock tonight. Here's a mask for each of you, and no one must take them off until I say so.
"Oh, yes, take these pills after dinner," he added, giving Paul and Henry a "stand-up" and Joyce and Paulette a "wetter".
They thanked him and returned to their rooms, where they debated on the question of fancy costumes.
"I think I shall go as a cock," said Paul. "All I need are some cock feathers to stick up my ass and my own erect cock will do the rest."
"Right," said Paulette. "Now, what about me? What about 'Beating About the Bush'? I can draw some red lines with lip stick to look like welts around my bush, and I'll wear shoes and stockings and a pair of panties ripped open in the front."
"Excellent," commented Paul, "now I'll go and find some really choice cock's feathers."
After dinner, they arrayed themselves in their costumes, such as they were, took their pills and, just before ten o'clock, sauntered through the wood to the hut.
The first thing they noticed was that there were electric lights strung between the trees and dotted about Humpy's garden, giving the whole a setting conducive to any behavior.
As they entered the hut which was lit with a few well shaded lights, they saw that the statue was uncovered and that a tiny spot light was directed on the rubber penis.
Dance music was coming from a stereo set. There were bottles of drinks with glasses on a table in one corner and various masked figures were on the tiny dance floor.
Everyone present was masked with the exception of Humpy, whose costume consisted of a row of rubber pricks tied around his waist in line with his erect cock.
What struck them most of all was the fact that every man had a big hard-on and every girl was obviously very horny. In other words, Humpy had distributed "stand-ups" and "wetters" pretty freely. They were clearly in for an orgy of copulation.
The first people they recognized were Joyce and Henry. Henry had on a pair of trousers that had fallen to his knees, shirt rolled up under his armpits, with a piece of toilet paper sticking out of his ass.
Joyce was wearing shoes and stockings and a pair of panties with a dummy arm and hand tied to her waist, so that the fingers clasped her cunt.
"You see, darling," she said to Paulette, "it looks as if I am jerking myself off, and, if anyone wants to fuck me, it is quite easy to remove the hand."
"Look at that girl," said Paul, pointing out a girl who was quite naked, except for a piece of black cloth stretched across her back with a stick of white chalk dangling from it on a piece of string.
"I expect that's Madge."
"Madge? You mean, our ...?"
"Our chambermaid. She's done that before.
Every time she gets fucked tonight, shell have the man write his name on the piece of cloth on her back."
"Oh, I must be first," said Paul. "Too late," said Henry. "My name's already on it."
A man came over and whisked Paulette away and Paul made straight for Madge (as it proved to be).
Seizing her around the waist, he danced with her in silence for awhile, his hard cock pressing against her belly.
"Where can I fuck you?" Paul whispered.
"Here, against the wall," replied Madge, leading him from the floor eagerly.
Opening her legs, she guided his prick to her cunt, and after a few short thrusts, he shot into her twat, his tongue glued to hers.
"And now, darling, write your name on my back-board, please."
She turned around and bent over. Paul took the chalk and wrote his name under Henry's. Then, before she could turn around again, he put a hand on her neck to keep her leaning forward, spread her legs apart with his foot, then pushed his still rampant dong into her cunt from behind.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "that's cheating!"
"Balls to that!" he cried, ramming backwards and forwards and, at the same time, gripping her waist.
Furiously he fucked, almost shaking the life out of her as he pushed her and pulled her the opposite way to his screwing. Soon, he was ready to come again and, with a fierce plunge, his sperm shot into her twat again.
"There," he said with a beam of satisfaction. "Now I'll write my name again."
When he had done so, she turned and kissed him warmly, before slipping away.
Meanwhile, Paulette, whose partner wore a laurel wreath around his head and a sheet draped across one shoulder, was being marched purposefully into the garden.
"Aren't we going to dance?"
"On the lawn, my lovely. I'm Caesar and, for tonight, that's my motto-'Seize 'er!'"
And how that man could dance! Holding her at a distance at first, he seemed to gloat over her figure, until the urge to clasp her tightly became too much for him.
Then he drew her close, pressing his hard cock against her yielding belly. Paulette fumbled beneath the draperies he wore and soon found his big stiff prick. She jerked it for awhile until he led her to the seat by the pool. There, he stood up on it and drew aside his toga, revealing his hard cock.
"Pay homage, slave."
Obediently, Paulette knelt up on the seat and took his prick into her mouth, gently stroking his balls. After a few minutes, she got down and he lay on his back on the grass.
"Now sit on me," he commanded.
Straddling across him, she let herself sink down, gradually taking the length of his penis up her cunt.
"Go on, ride on me! Up and down!" he ordered, assisting by rocking his thighs so that she, in turn, was rocked from side to side.
Faster and faster went the movement until, suddenly, he sat up, grasped her around the neck and pulled her face to his.
Kissing her passionately, he murmured, "God, how I've wanted to fuck you ever since you came here. I've seen you looking at my prick and stroking your cunt as your eyes cried out for a fuck. And now I'm fucking you, fucking you right up your lovely, horny little cunt!"
Then, with a final thrust, his scum shot from his dick up into her twat.
"Who are you, darling?" she whispered.
"Never mind!" he replied. "But I'll see you at lunch tomorrow, just as I saw you at dinner tonight, and have done all week."
"Robert!" she gasped. "Oh, darling. So you've 'waited' for this."
"Have I screwed you well, madam?" he asked with a twinkle.
"Yes, Robert, and you serve just as well in the garden as you do at the table."
So, while Paul was fucking the chambermaid, his sister was being humped by Robert, the butler. As they returned to the hut, Paulette ran into her brother, who was looking for her and they went in search of Joyce and Henry.
It was rather difficult to find them as the lights had been switched off, except for the spotlight on the rubber prick of the statue. Dancing was still in progress and, eventually, through the dim light, they espied Joyce and Henry in a corner with Madge. As they approached Joyce smiled at them.
"Henry's beaten you, Paul. He's just fucked Madge for the third time."
"Has he?" said Paul. "And what has happened to you?"
"Well," said Joyce, "I've been fucked by Henry, I've been buggered by Humpy and I've been sucked off by Madge."
"Right, now it's my turn."
Paul took her in his arms and danced with her, finding that, with the dummy arm rubbing against his prick, he had a very useful erection. Moreover, the atmosphere of the room was getting decidedly hot and Joyce was beginning to sweat.
His eyes were fastened on her armpits and he found the fascination of her armpit exciting him still more. He raised her left arm and buried his nose in the warm, sweaty woman scent, inflaming his senses to a point of madness. He had to fuck her. Just as he was edging to the side of the room, Henry came up.
"Hell!" he said. "Are you going to fuck my wife?"
"I've damn well got to."
"This way then," said Henry. He led them to a sofa.
Joyce lay across it with her legs over the side and Paul, kneeling between her open legs, pushed his cock up her cunt and, leaning rather to one side, was able to bury his nose once again in her luscious armpit.
Then Henry knelt behind Paul and presented his stiff prick at the entrance to his asshole. He remained still for a moment. Then, with an expression of relief, his piss began to flow, directed straight at Paul's nut brown orifice.
Soon, his ass was well lubricated with Henry's pee, and after massaging the hole with his finger, he pushed in his prick.
"So while you fuck my wife," said Henry, "I'll bugger you right up your asshole!"
The movements of the three bodies grew rhythmic. Then Henry suddenly jerked and uttered an exclamation of surprised pleasure. For, unobserved by any of them, Paulette had straddled across Henry's back and, in her turn, had let flow a stream of hot, amber piss.
Being across his back in this way, her asshole was stretched and, finding this more than she could resist, Madge got on her hands and knees and put her tongue up it.
Nor was this all, for Humpy, also on hands and knees, guided his dick up Madge's cunt and soon joined in to the same fucking movements as the others.
Another girl, watching, leaned across and reached between Henry's back and Paulette's chest, squeezing the voluptuous breasts. As her belly was well bent, her legs braced apart, her cunt was fully exposed. So Robert stepped forward, grabbed her by the hips and rammed his prick right up it.
Thus, eight people were simultaneously indulging in fucking, buggering assholes, sucking and kissing each other, playing with tits, making comments with bawdy expressions and relieving each other's sexual desires with whatever actions that came into their heads.
So the party went on far into the night. Masks had been discarded and all clothing ripped off. Partners were changed continually, hot scum flowed copiously and the floor was slippery with piss.
Legs, arms and mouth were mixed up indiscriminately. Cunts and assholes were plugged with fingers, cocks and tongues and everything indulged in the greatest excesses their filthy minds could conceive.
Bodies lay about in all positions, some sleeping, some groaning, but one by one, they roused to wander back to their bedrooms to sleep off their excesses.
And that was the end of the story related to us by Paul and Paulette. By this time, both Phyl and I were ready for anything. We poured more drinks and were about to undress and get down to the serious business of a good party, when the telephone rang.
"May I answer it?" Paulette asked. "It may be for us."
She went to the phone.
"Yes, Paulette here. Yes, I know . ... Oh, I'm sure they'd love it! We're just about ready if you come now ... Right! Yes ... We'll see you in a few minutes. 'Bye." She hung up.
"What was that all about?" asked Phyl.
"That's Henry and Joyce. They are on their way around here. We think you need some fresh cock and cunt. You don't mind, do you?"
Phyl and I looked at each other and grinned as we slipped out of our dressing gowns. We were ready for any fucking combo anyone could think up!
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
When the head nurse first saw Nurse Rose Atkins she knew that the girl would be happiest in the men's ward. The trouble was, the nurses already there did not want to give way to a newcomer.
Temporarily, as Rose Atkins was an operating room nurse, she was assigned to the operating wing until a vacancy in Men's Ward became available to her.
Rose was in her twenties, very voluptuous, fairly tall, with sleek fair hair which made people think she was Scandinavian. Her eyebrows were so pale, she had to black them in with pencil, and mascara her pale lashes heavily, otherwise people would have thought she had neither. She was a pert person, always gay and willing to be helpful.
The nurse in charge of the operating wing was an extraordinarily beautiful person. She was about five foot seven, and shaped like Venus. She had naturally dark, glossy hair, pale blue eyes and a beautiful face.
She was in her early thirties and all the men wanted to get up her twat.
"Rose," she said, "you are going into the men's private wing on the afternoon shift, that's two o'clock. So that means you'll be working a double shift today, but never mind, men's private is the best you could get.
"Some of them rich old sugar daddies in there will give you anything for a quick look at whatever you feel like showing them. You get old divorcees and widowers looking for young companions and home nurses all the time.
"So watch your step. There are plenty of pickings to be had, and sometimes a good prick to go with it, if you hit on a spoiled young rich man, get me?"
"Yes, nurse."
"Make sure you're not going to get knocked up though. That can spoil things. Have you got a loop,, or a dutch cap that you can use up your pussy?"
"I have a cap, nurse."
"Well, wear it, dear, so they don't know that you are a free woman. If you treat them all as if they're something special, you'll have mink and diamonds in no time, all right?"
"Yes, nurse."
"Very well, I want you to help me prepare the new theatre for old 'Numb Cock.' He's due to return today."
"Numb Cock?" echoed Rose. She hadn't heard of this one before.
"Some of us call him 'Tundra Dick'. Do you know what the Tundra is?"
"No," Rose shook her head. "It's a frozen desert."
"Oh!"
"Professor Stevens is the most handsome looking man you could ever imagine, I'm not joking. He's over six foot tall and nicely built. He's beautifully tailored and dresses fearfully well. He has sleek blonde hair, like yours, and he has the most marvelous features.
"He's got a sharp nose, big blue eyes, high cheek bones, Nordic looking, but somehow he is so handsome he just takes your breath away when you see him."
She paused for a second.
"But he never smiles, he never really looks you in the eyes, and he never speaks to anyone unless it's about a patient, or strictly to do with medicine. He never jokes, just has a one track mind.
"Of course, he is a surgical genius and everyone clamors to work with him. Dr. Kelly says the Prof.'s patients don't need an anaesthetic. One look from him and they're frozen beyond sensibility, that's how you feel, absolutely numbed by him.
"He's been operating, demonstrating and lecturing around the world for the last eight years. This hospital is his base, and as a welcome back, they've built this operating room to his specifications in one of his books, on the 'perfect operating theatre'.
"They're hoping hell remain based here for a few years, as his early work gave this place its reputation for being the best teaching hospital there is, but it's falling off now that he's not lectured here for eight years."
As they worked in the new theatre, the nurse talked on about the professor. '
"He's efficient, never sarcastic, never unkind even. You just can't find anything wrong with him, but he never mixes, he's just cold. And that is what gets people's backs up."
Rose really couldn't imagine what he would be like, person to person, and her mind was awhirl at the thought of going into the men's private wing.
Lunch would be a rush if she were to dash back to the nurse's residence to fetch her dutch cap. Perhaps she'd have to forego lunch. Anyway, she was looking forward to seeing her new patients.
According to the head nurse they were usually "in patients" and not over keen on taking it "out" when footsteps could be heard along the corridor.
It was exactly two o'clock when Nurse Atkins pushed open the swing doors which led into men's private....
CHAPTER TWO
"Ah, there you are, my darling nurse," greeted the huge, Irish nurse. "Now look, my love, I've got our little patients all cuddled up in bed for their afternoon rest. In a few minutes go in and check that they're not shoving it up each other's assholes, and that they're lying still.
"They can't be smoking, reading, listening to the radio or watching television. If any of them ring for you, take a bed pan. None of them are dead or dying or even likely to do either, as they're mostly hypochondriacs.
"And no visitors till tea time at four o'clock, because I just want to go out shopping now. Oh, and if they have any pains, you'll find my notes in my office and I hope you can read my writing." And with that, the fair, buxom, middle aged woman swept out, leaving Rose on her own.
Rose found the nurse's office and scanned through the notes, none of them were hypochondriacs at all. Two were motor accident cases, two skiing accidents, blood pressure, a couple of heart conditions, some strokes, appendix, tonsils, hernias and other assorted but definite complaints.
Rose went to the first private room where an elderly man in blue pajamas was sitting propped up in bed, the covers a Utter of colorful magazines. There were Playboys, Esquires and others, featuring a double page colored spread of a nude or scantily clad female.
This was Sir Henry Flashman, the tycoon, with blood pressure due to too much high living. He looked up as the door opened to peer over his round spectacles at who was coming in.
On seeing young Rose, he flung his head back, sat erect, a smile of welcome spread over his florid face.
"Are you real? Am I dreaming?" he asked. "Come over here, my darling, and let me pinch you."
She walked, smiling, gaily across the polished floor to take his magazines from him, but he caught her by the upper arms and held her firm.
"My God," he exclaimed, "you are real! You're lovely."
He pulled her to him. He had surprising strength for an over seventy year old. He pressed his face into her bosom.
"Oh, so lovely! Oh, so soft! Come on, let me see a tittie," he begged.
"Now look, Sir Henry, you're supposed to be resting."
"My darling, darling girl," he broke in, "I've been lying here for many months resting and being nursed by lesbians or the like, and all I want is a bit of comfort," he explained. "I'm too old. My fire is out. I get my horny thrills by looking at magazines, reading books about fornication because I can't now commit the act myself. Just let me see you. I've been in the desert far too long."
She looked at him, a closed smile on her face as his eyes implored her, then he saw her well kept hands move up to unfasten the pins of her bib.
Immediately he became all excited. He sat up, face even more flushed, his slender soft white hands atremble, as she folded the bib down to undo the buttons of her dress.
He waited with bated breath and saw her white bra cups were filled. Breathlessly he stared as she undid the center fastening of the brassiere.
She brought a tit out, snowy white, the flesh all rippled into wrinkles as the bra was still on her. He gazed at the softness of it, at her rosy nipple, and reached out a shaking finger to just touch it.
He saw it make a dent in her flesh. He held the flesh between two fingers and rolled them so he could feel it some more. He looked up at her to see if she objected. She didn't, she was looking down at him with a compassionate interest.
He leaned over in the bed to put his mouth to her nipple. He held it long as he sucked it. He made his tongue into a narrow funnel and sucked with all his might.
Beneath the bedclothes his other hand moved to his stiff, erecting dick. She could see it stand up against the sheets and wondered if the old man was going to ejaculate then and there.
He pulled suddenly and sharply at her tit, and he held it hard in his mouth, pulling on it with all his might, and then she realized he had shot his load of scum by the smell which had suddenly filled the room.
He lay there, as if frozen to her breasts and she watched for signs of him to calm down. He was a deep scarlet color now. Eventually his grip on her slackened. He eased himself back onto his pillows, sweating and absolutely exhausted.
He shouldn't have done it. The exertion could kill him. She put her breast back and did up her bra. Then she buttoned her dress and repinned her bib on it. She made sure he was comfortable and tidied away his magazines.
He lay moaning. He opened a bleary eye and gave a little smile, and she leaned over him and kissed before leaving the room.
In the next room to Sir Henry Flashmann was Henry Navarre, the great romantic Shakespearean actor and film star. He was a wild character at any time, after the style of Errol Flynn.
He was in the private wing due to a liver condition caused by too much drinking and possibly excessive whoring, but Rose did not know that then. She just opened his door to see if he was resting.
"Water! Water! Water at last!" he called out in full theatrical tones, beckoning her to enter the room.
He sat up in bed, his mane of hair awry, his dark handsome good looks seeming amazingly boyish.
"You've come just in time!" he cried out. "Look!" And with that he dramatically swept back the bedclothes to reveal his penis standing up as long as a cucumber, as thick as a fat banana and as red as a scarlet runner flower.
"My God!" she gasped abruptly.
"Darling girl, that's not God, but pray to worship the idol!" He waved towards it.
She stepped to the side of the bed to gaze down at his terrific hard-on. He looked at her looking at it, then she knelt down to reach her mouth across it. He rolled over on his side to face her and put it to her lips.
She put one slender manicured hand on its base and felt his shaven bush. She circled her closed lips on its tip for a few moments, feeling it become thicker and hotter, the surge of movement within it making her own cunt lips sing with a hot sensation.
She felt her juices lubricate her twat with sheer excitement and pleasure. To tease him, she kept her lips closed, her eyes closed too, as she gently rubbed his dong. Then she just edged the merest fraction of her tongue out between her lips to touch his knob end and circle it without going onto the slit in the tip of his cock.
She felt the heat emanate from his prick and could sense his muscles in his belly churn over with excitement. She slid the edge of her tongue onto his pee hole and he squirmed like mad in her grasp.
He leaned over the side of the bed to grab her shoulders and hold onto her, bringing her nearer and at the same time trying to control himself. She agonized him some more by tickling his piss hole ever so carefully with the tip of her tongue, before licking with her whole tongue right around his knob.
His buttocks seized up to feel her over his cock and balls. They gave a quirking shudder which led her to believe he was going to shoot his load at any moment.
She curled her tongue around the dick again, this time making it funnel as she went so he got two edges of his tender skin, and could feel the cunt like shape she made with it.
Her tongue was as wet as her vulva, and to him it felt exactly like a vagina, which was what she wanted it to feel like. He flinched at the touch, and he flinched a good deal more when she did it for a second time. Then she changed her position, to come right above the crimson cone and launch her mouth full on it.
She sucked like the dickens at the top, moving his foreskin back and forth with her lips, and waggling her tongue lightly across the tip until he could stand it no longer. He gripped her fiercely, his nails digging into her as hard as they could as his buttocks danced, quivered and shook.
He thrust himself at her and all his hot scum came shooting out, to be greedily sucked in and taken down her hungry throat.
As he shot his load, she rubbed him harder, excited him on with her hand, her tongue and her breathing. He knew no other ecstasy like it as she strove at him, enjoying the power of his shooting orgasm and trying to provoke more than was there.
He lay prone, exhausted, heaving on the edge of the bed when finally she released his limp cock. He opened an eye lazily to look at her.
He was so spent out he could hardly speak.
She pushed him back into bed, covered him up and opened the windows. She had needed that load of his hot, creamy scum in her mouth because she had foregone her lunch in order to fetch her dutch cap. As she left the room, she knew he would soon be asleep.
She slipped back to Sir Henry Flashmann, he was lying exactly as she had left him, but she was not happy about his high color. As he was snoring, and clearly asleep, she decided to leave him alone, and she progressed to room three.
In room three, there was a sad young man of eighteen. He had not had any visitors during his three month stay in the hospital. Apparently he had attempted to take his life by jumping out of a window. He had broken both his ankles and injured his spine.
"Hello," she said as she walked in, "are you comfortable?"
She went over to the bed where the sallow faced young fellow lay. He looked up at her with listless dark blue eyes.
"Yes," he spoke softly, "are you going to be here permanently?" he asked, almost hopefully she thought.
"I hope so," she answered brightly, and sat on the side of his bed.
"You look nice, and you're much younger than the rest."
"Am I?" she said. She was pleased about that.
"No one comes to visit me, I'm fed up," he told her.
"Haven't you a girl friend?" Rose asked.
"No." he shook his head and flushed slightly. "I go to boarding school. I never have a chance to meet girls as my father usually sends me home for holidays."
"Never mind, we must try and get you a girl friend. It will make all the difference to your life if you have one." She put her hands on his young slender shoulders and looked into his now wondering dark eyes.
She leaned forward to kiss his mouth. He immediately tensed up with nervousness.
"Don't be afraid," she whispered softly to him. "The head nurse has gone out, and you won't get into trouble, not here. You should see what the other ones get up to, and it's expected of you in this wing."
"What expected in this wing?"
"The patients all try to have sexual intercourse with the nurses," she told him. He blushed at the words.
"Really?" he choked out, trying to sound unimpressed when he was really amazed.
She shook her head in the affirmative. "Yes."
"I ... I've...." he spluttered out. He didn't know how to finish it.
"Haven't you ever had a piece of tail?" she asked lightly, trying not to make him feel too awful about it.
Now he shook his head, but this time it was in the negative.
"Of course, being at boarding school you don't have the opportunity," she said, trying to make the admission easy for him.
"But some boys screw the maids at school," he said. "It must take a lot of nerve to ask a girl."
She shook her head and smiled to him.
"Once you know what you're doing," she told him, "you'll know how to approach a girl. They usually want it, too, you know."
"Do they?" he asked. He was surprised.
"Women love hot cock. There are such things as nymphomaniacs, you know. It says in the dictionary that they have an unnatural desire for sex, but I believe they simply can't come fully enough."
He frowned. "Come? Come where?" His brow furrowed in bewilderment.
She gave a little laugh. He really was innocent.
"You know when you take your tool in your hand?"
"Tool?"
"Your knob, your dick, your pecker, your prick, your penis?"
At last he understood her and nodded his head.
"You play with it, don't you? You rub and fondle it, and all that till you get a lovely feeling all over it. It even affects the inside of your mouth, all nice and tingly, isn't it?"
"Yes," he whispered breathlessly with excitement.
"That's officially called jerking off. I mean masturbating. Most people say jerking or tossing themselves off. When girls do it they say frigging."
"Girls do it?" That amazed him.
"Oh yes!"
She stood up at the bedside and lifted up her skirt, to pull down her white panties. She pulled them down and touched her clit with her fingers.
"Now, that's what girls do."
She glanced up at him. He was staring at her, but his face looked so hot she thought he'd break out in blisters. She fingered her little clitoris knob in among the cunt hairs. He was utterly fascinated and appalled at the same time.
"What is it?" he breathed.
"Oh," she gave a little laugh. "That's the clitoris or clit or clittie. It's nice if you play with it. It gets the fuck feeling started, especially when a man touches it."
"Is it really?" He was wide eyed.
She put her skirts down.
"What's yours like?"
"What?"
"Your pecker."
"Oh...." he hesitated. "Well, there's not much of it really."
He pulled back his bedclothes and opened his pajama fly. There lay the limp but warm cock which Rose was experienced enough to know, was on the way up.
"You feel a bit horny now, don't you?" she asked.
"Horny?"
"You feel like you want to handle your cock to make it fizz and relieve yourself, don't you?" He blushed.
"Well," she said, "it's all right. It's perfectly natural and normal for you to do it. You just give yourself a nice jerk off and I'll go and see to the rest of the patients."
And with that, she left him.
She rather liked young Henry Trueman as his name turned out to be. He had prospects, that young man, and she had no doubt that he could be interesting in bed.
She darted back to see old Sir Henry Flashmann who was still snoring, still in the same position in the bed. But his color had deepened into a bluish crimson which as a nurse she really didn't like.
She moved quickly back past Henry Navarre's room, and she tip toed beyond Henry Trueman's so as not to disturb his jerking off. Quietly she pushed open the door of the next private ward to Trueman's.
She could see a lump of a body in the bed and a head of golden hair on the pillow. She stole forward. This lad had been in for an ear, nose, and throat operation and he clearly wasn't too happy.
"Are you all right?" she inquired softly.
He opened his eyes to look up at her, a thin arm came out of the bedclothes and touched her thigh.
"How nice. You're real!" he murmured. "You are also very pretty," he said, his hand wandering up her skirts to firmly feel how thick her thighs were.
He groped for a feel of her bush hairs, and in among the mass of skirts and panties, he felt for her clit. He gave it a hard wiggle.
"Let me see it!" he whispered, "I had such a wonderful fuck when I was under. I mean, I dreamt I had. I dreamt I shoved it up a girl's ass," he explained. "I frigged her so hard, there was nothing left of her asshole when I had finished."
Rose laughed. His hand slithered swiftly down her thigh and flicked up her skirt as the other arm shot out of the bedclothes to hold the material up.
"Oh," he gasped in mock horror. "You are wearing panties."
He ripped them down to the middle of her thighs and craned further out of bed to put his face to her cunt. She felt his breath around her clit. She liked the feeling of his lips on her cunt hairs.
Then his tongue came out and her twat felt it would curl up with the heat, as thrills quivered along the edge of her cunt lips and shot up her body.
The old ovaries inside her were being thrilled and she felt her twat swell with heat and expectation. He moved her clit with his tongue. He was teasing it as she had teased Henry Navarre's famous dick.
He grabbed her closer to the bed, to jam his head hard at her, as he sucked and pulled at her and felt her wiggle in his grasp. He clung fast onto her as he worked fully on clitoris, until he felt her seize up and go all atremble and knew she had made it. She had come!
He let her quiver on him to a proper climax finish, and then as the sensation wore off, he laid back in his bed.
"Oh God," he sighed sweetly, through a haze of tears, "I wish I felt better. I'd give you such a lovely screw," he moaned.
"You did very well as it was," Rose assured him, pulling up her panties.
"Did I? Did you come a little?" he was eager to know.
"I most certainly did!"
She went to the sink and came back with a cool and dampened face flannel to bathe his forehead. Then she wiped her cunny smelling inner thighs and washed out the flannel before departing to continue her round of the private wing.
She was wondering how anyone ever managed to get off duty here. There were so many frigging delays. She was ever so careful to be quiet when she opened the next door, for further arousals would cause further delays.
But it couldn't have mattered less for the slim man who lay in bed was obviously giving his cock a good going over under the sheets.
"Stay here!" he shouted out to her. "I want you." There was an accent, not British, in his voice.
Obediently, she went to his side. He rolled himself over onto his side to look up at her.
"You are so pretty. Are you going to stay here?"
"I hope so."
"I am a foreigner and so lonely," he explained. "I am German, and no one visits me except from the Embassy and they are so dull." He was looking at her body appraisingly. She knew he wanted to fuck her. "How long am I to be here?"
She knew he had already been in a month, and had survived a road accident.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully.
"I'd love to see you naked," he breathed out with great longing. "I am so bored. I could do with a woman."
She laughed at that. He then pulled himself up into a sitting position to reach out for her and unpin the bib about her bosom.
"So cumbersome," he muttered, reaching for her buttons.
He got her luscious tits out and sat with them cupped in his hands. "These are breasts? Where babies feed?" he asked raising his eyebrows to look up at her. "I am a baby too. I have a meal time right now."
He suckled her long and hard, pulling on her splendid nipples and making his tongue into a narrow funnel and sucking them with all his strength. He rippled his hands across her back, down her spine and to her ass.
He slid his hands between her hips, through the back to tickle her cunt under the panties. Then he drew back to see how she was taking his style of play. He pulled her panties down a bit and saw that they were already wet and smelled real cunty, as she was juicing afresh he would not know it was old heat.
He guzzled at her clit and began to play with her juicy cunt lips but he couldn't move his plastered legs. He couldn't get his cock to her cunt.
"Oh," he groaned in agony.
She leaned forward, her breasts drooping down as she laid back the bedclothes to get at his cock and balls.
His prick was already lying out, as hard as a rock. She edged herself towards it and held it to her clit. She jabbed her bush at it.
"I want in you!" the man wailed out. "In your...." He did not know the English for it.
"Vagina," she told him softly. She eased him over onto his back, very conscious of his wounded hips and pelvic area as well as the legs.
She straddled across him keeping her weight on her feet on the mattress. His stiff dong immediately became even longer, warmer, and redder at the sight of her open snatch. She rubbed it across his tip and felt him push it at her.
"Oh, to feel you! Oh, to feel you! All of your vagina on me!" he gasped, clutching for her cunt.
She descended lightly on his proffered dick and saw the agony and ecstasy convulse his whole being. He held his hands fast on her, as she circled ever so lightly on his knob, her own sensations were rioting within her.
She had taken so much pussy provocation that afternoon! She swivelled on his dick, went up and down and round and round, and because of his injuries, there was so little he could do to calm himself and help her.
But his dick took a life of its own. It began to thrash up her like a multi-armed windmill, and screwed her energetically until all at once she began to have her orgasm.
She had to hold herself off him because he couldn't take her weight, and she was shafting up and down, screwing herself round his dong and driving herself demented to get him fully up her twat. At last it worked. Her juices came gushing down as she trembled and quivered herself into a gorgeous spasming come.
He lay there breathless, sweating, and tossing his head about in an agony of ecstasy and pure bliss. His scum was spurting up her cunt hole and coming glissading back down again to seep out between her cunt lips and his penis. But he had made it, he had had some relief.
The little room smelt warm, and smelt strongly of fish, as if a thousand open sardine cans had lain open in it for years. She dismounted lightly, and she knelt by the bed to lean across him and kiss him.
"I couldn't imagine any better," he apologized.
"You were fine," she told him, having no qualms about the next room for there was a fourteen year old boy in it.
German Harry fondled her head. He caressed her. He was truly grateful for the relief he felt, but he was now lying in a cold, damp bath of sticky cock and cunt come.
She broke away from him to fetch a sponge and wash his prick. His hairs, unlike hers, were blonde around the penis base and the testicles. His balls were still red, but soft and saggy with their emptying, and his cock, still long, was soft and pliable now.
At least he'd had some comfort, she thought. She moved the sheet for him, so that he lay on a dry piece, and sprinkled his nuts with talc so that he would smell all right to his Embassy visitors.
He watched her give herself the same treatment also, before she opened the windows and gave the room a quick squirt around with an aerosol can of air freshener.
"You are not only pretty, but efficient too," he remarked with a smug, satisfied smile as he lay all tidy in his newly made up bed. "When I am better, I will make this all up to you. We will go out for a night, and I will take you to my bed," he promised.
She was pretty sure he would too. She glanced in the mirror to make sure her appearance bore no tell tale hump marks, although she could feel herself leaking a combination of her own cunt juice and his scum in a most uncomfortable fashion and hoped it wouldn't trickle down her black nyloned legs.
If it did, not only would it show, but her stockings would be difficult to remove. She took her leave of German Harry very quickly because it was past three and she hadn't checked all the wards.
All these delays were a nightmare to her. She went into the fourteen year old boy's room, but he-was not to be seen in his bed. She shut the door wondering if he'd gone to the toilet, when suddenly she was grabbed from behind.
She let out a yell.
"Shhhh," ordered a firm masculine voice, his hands wandering freely all over her breasts.
She pushed his hands off her and turned round to face the youth in his pajamas.
He had fair hair and a clean complexion with light blue eyes. He was the most handsome devil she had ever seen.
"Come on," he said with a laugh, grabbing her arms and pulling her over to the bed.
He pushed her down on it, and like lightning relieved her of her clothes. She could not believe it was happening to her. As he stood above her looking down at her naked body and let his trouser legs fall down to reveal his enormous prick, she could see that he was obviously very proud of it.
He stood directly above her face to let her gaze up at his genitals and then he stepped back to between her knees and lowered himself.
He draped her legs across his back, and he slithered himself snake like all over her body, reveling in the touch of her flesh against his. He pulled himself back off her onto his haunches to gaze up at her unshaven genitalia.
He put his fingers to her cunt lip region and split open the lips. He ran his finger lightly over her uterus down to the wet area round her vulva and poked at the crinkled lips there. Then he jabbed a finger in and twisted it inside her juicy twat hole.
"You've been visiting already today," he complained angrily. He pulled his finger out sharply to launch himself full on at her.
His prick glided in with ease over the well lubricated surface and sank blissfully into the wet welcome of her cunt. He rolled it about inside of her, holding on to the top of her head as he did so, gripping her to take his weight as he butted himself as far up her vagina as he could go.
He swivelled around and around, meeting the firm sides of her dripping cunt as he ground in her. Then he made little stroking movements, his chest sweating with ardor. All his youth sizzled in his young eager dick as he shafted back and forth with the energy of a nuclear driven projectile.
She was caught up in his tremendous lust and went easily with him. They fucked away like two well run in machines, until everything surged up within him and burst forth at tremendous speed as his ass fluctuated with the ejaculating pressure from his balls and cock.
She hung onto him as hard as she could, screwing herself right on his penis to rid herself of all the burning, seething tension she felt within her twat.
She wanted to get rid of the mounting cunt juice that was flooding down from her over stimulated ovaries. She'd never had such a frantic fucking in her life before.
She came fully, absolutely mentally blacking out in heaven, but as he recovered from his orgasmic come rapture, he quickly pulled out his satisfied cock and got off the bed. She turned her head to watch him as he walked over to the sink. He was tall and very well built for fourteen.
"Are you really only fourteen?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, what do you think of my cock? It's supposed to be the biggest one in the school. Certainly the longest when I've got a hard-on, and by a few inches or so the thickest."
"Do you have competitions like that at school?"
"Sure we do. We've got to know who's best among the fuckers," he said, carefully sponging his beloved but slimy dick. "We make them come by hand, of course, for the shows, no women present then. I'm at Sherborne, we have the highest turnover of maids of all public schools in Britain," he told her proudly.
"And we're never short staffed. The girls simply line up to be at school. I say, Henry Knight's here, isn't he? He's at my school. He's eighteen, but he's never even had it in. We thought he was a queenie but he's not. We got one of the boys to try and make him show his cock, but he wouldn't.
"He's awfully shy, you know. Keeps it hidden all the time. I wonder how he gets on here with you nurses all around. I bet if he once got started he wouldn't leave off, don't you?
"I mean, it is damn marvelous, isn't it? There's nothing like it. But all that effort, for so short a time, that's awful. If we could have a come that was as long as the fore and after bit, it would be better."
"I couldn't agree more," she said, her legs flailing as she got off the bed. "But some big animals like elephants and so forth, only fuck once a decade or so, and then they're only in a come for a couple of seconds, or even shorter. Humans at most have ninety seconds of come."
"Is that all? Isn't it awful?" He handed her the sponge while he talced himself.
"Who started you off?"
"Oh, I learned at school. My first term there, I'd been ready to have a try at a pussy since I was twelve, but no one would let me," he said sadly. "You're rather nice, but you're very loose in your cunt. You must have had a lot of cock," he remarked casually, going over to the window to let the smell of come out.
"You're a cock happy young man, aren't you?" she said, amazed at his self confidence. "What are you going to be like when you're grown up?" she asked.
"Very experienced, I hope. I'm getting in as much practice as I can now."
"You'll be chased to death," she warned, "if you're as good as it as you look."
"Oh, that was just a quick screw. I hate rushing it, don't you? I'd like to have a whole night of fucking with you. I bet I could teach you a thing or two."
"You reckon?" she smiled.
She couldn't help but like him. She pulled on her panties before going over to make up his bed.
"Oh yes, and without clothes. Clothes are bothersome nuisances, aren't they? I could undress you more leisurely then, and have a bit of a suck around the titties and on the cunt, but this was just a fuck and get over with, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she said regretfully.
"Just think, Knight has never seen a women in the nude. I wonder what makes some chaps so shy."
"The way they've been brought up mostly," she told him. "They've been told to keep their cock and balls always covered up, and that to see a woman bare is wicked. It's been dinned into them that if they don't obey, they'll be cruelly punished. A lot of older men suffer the worst from these old fashioned ideas," she said.
"It really is terrible how some people suffer. They can go their whole lives without ever having enough courage to fuck a woman."
"No? Really?" He was aghast. He reddened with astonishment.
"Truly. Lots of men find it awfully difficult even to ask a girl to go out with them. Then when they do, they find out they don't know what to talk about, and they simply just don't have the nerve to get around to it."
"Oh, how awful."
"Your friend is Henry Trueman, isn't it? Not Knight."
"Oh, Henry Knight is next door. I didn't know Trueman was still here. He's a drip."
"Everyone on this floor seems to be called Henry."
"I know, there are eight of us. The head nurse remarked about it. I say, are you all agog about the sad professor's return?"
"Professor Stainless Stevens, you mean?"
"Yes? My dad says he's riddled with guilt complexes. You know, during the war, Hitler had places where he was trying to make people breed his super race? Well, old Henry Stevens turned up, but instead of being dark, he turned out by some freak of genetics to be fair and Nordic like ourselves.
"Old Hitler thought he was being insulted and hated the lad, and he used to whip him. He was fifteen and had swastikas branded all over him. The Red Cross brought him to this country to have him rehabilitated or whatever it is, and discovered he was a surgical genius."
"How do you know all this?"
"Oh, my dad told me, he's a plastic surgeon but he couldn't graft on Stevens because in his entire body there isn't enough good skin left to take a graft."
"Your father shouldn't have told you that," she reprimanded.
"I know. But it's not Stevens' fault, even though he does go about acting as if it were."
She looked at herself in the mirror to make sure she was entirely ship shape, and sped out of the room, relieved to know that the neighboring private ward contained a cunt shy patient.
She looked in the room, and the body was clearly slumbering. As she moved to the first of the two bed wards, she realized that her special work in the private wing would mean organizing herself better.
She would have to decide who she wanted to spend her time with, and how much time she had to allocate to those worthy of her special favors.
In the first two bed wards, she was greeted with questions as to her whereabouts, and both men, heart patients each, begged her to stand on a chair in the center of the room so that they at least could have a good look at her legs, ass and tits.
They sighed, and were full of envy and desire, before she dashed out to tidy up the other beds. It was a hectic time as she tore around the wards, plumping pillows up, straightening beds, rearranging flowers and answering questions.
"How long are you going to be here?"
"Where have you been all afternoon?"
"Why haven't we seen you sooner?"
"Nurse, will you help me. I need a bottle."
"You are a very pretty woman. Do you have a boy friend?"
To satisfy these men, they needed a nurse apiece and no mistake.
As she clattered along the corridor to Sir Henry Flashmann's room, she heard voices outside. She opened Sir Henry's door and saw him lying there a deep purple in color. She turned, wondering what to do for help, when the door opened. In walked the principal with the man who was unmistakably Professor Stevens.
"Quick," gasped Rose, "in there!" She held open the door as the two men raced quickly in.
Stevens went over to the inert body. He felt the neck and stood up.
"He's dead," he pronounced. "High blood pressure, was it?" He looked at Rose. He was breathtakingly handsome.
She just nodded. "Yes."
"I wonder what could have caused the fatal siezure?" the Professor remarked aloud, and he pulled back the bedclothes.
A smell of drying semen emanated up to his elegant nose and he saw the spread of sperm which had pooled through the pajamas and puddled on the sheets.
An old man, the young professor reflected. What could have made him shoot a load to this extent?
He glanced around and saw the nude girlie magazines stacked neatly away in the locker. He took them out and in one hand held them to Rose. They were heavy, so his feat showed his surprising strength.
"Burn these," he ordered, disgust oozing out of his cultured voice.
She took them in her arms and staggered away with them. She felt somewhat astonished. Who would have thought a suck of a tit would have done that to the old boy?
"A blissful way to go," remarked the head doctor as he closed the door behind her.
Nurse came in breathless with a load of parcels.
"Oh there you are, my dear girl!" she exclaimed.
"Sir Henry Flashmann's dead," Rose told her quickly. "Professor Setevens is in with him now."
"Here!" Sister tipped her parcels on top of the magazines and wriggled out of her coat. "What caused that, I wonder?" she said vexed. "Just when I'm out too! And I meant to warn you, be very brisk with the patients in the single bed wards. They can be very fresh and waste a lot of time."
She took her cap out of her pocket and pinned it onto her head before sweeping into Flashman's room as though nothing had happened.
The Flashman relatives who had come to visit him were absolutely shocked to learn that he had passed away. His own doctors were utterly bewildered as to what had caused the old fellow to become suddenly excessively excited without apparent reason.
Visiting time was chaotic with visitors arriving and wanting to see the nurse, while Sister had to talk to the doctors about Flashmann.
Then there was the body to get off to the undertakers as quickly as possible, and the room to prepare for the next patient.
Rose was mentally stunned and survived the activity even though uppermost on her mind was the fact that giving the old body a suck of her tit had killed him. Every time Stevens came anywhere near her, she felt as though his eyes penetrated her clothes, her skin and through her face into her mind.
He acted as if he knew what she had done. Like everyone else, she did not like him. He frightened her.
In the double bed, or two bed wards, there were two middle-aged heart condition patients. They were making good progress but in view of Flashmann's death, Rose resolved that as far as they were concerned, there was going to be no horseplay in there.
After their visitors had gone, Rose swept in to tidy up their beds, and sit them up for dinner.
As she went to the first one, Henry Miller, his arms came around her as she bent over the bed to make it.
"Give us a little fun too," he begged, fumbling under her back for her breasts.
One arm shot down her body to grope for her pussy between her legs.
"Now, Mr. Miller, you know perfectly well, I've not any right to let you do what you are doing. It isn't decent, and you are not fit to be excited!" she scolded him.
"Would you believe me?" he asked her, holding onto her body and twisting her to sit down onto his bed. "I have been married over twenty years. For all those years I have been with the same woman. I have seen her eyes change color and become wrinkled, her once soft, luscious tits have become saggy little flabby poached egg like affairs.
"Her belly is all -lined and stretched, the thighs now feeble with saggy flesh covering these bones. Do I want this? Why shouldn't I have something nice and firm and young?"
"What changes has she seen in you?" Rose countered very quickly. "Maybe it is the same for both of you?"
"How can you say that? I am still firm and broad of shoulder."
"And maybe too heavy and paunchy around the gut?"
"You are a heartless bitch, and I never would have suspected it."
"I am not heartless, Mr. Miller," she reminded him. "But you business men always have the opportunity for extra-marital humping!"
He laughed scornfully.
"Who with?"
"Your secretaries, the girls who are laid out for you when you go on business trips."
"Secretaries! My dear girl, every secretary has a young lover of her own. Every copy typist is fucking someone. Extra-marital relations are gained by investing money, and who wants cunt that's given merely as a reward? Who wants cunt unless it is given for a mutual longing for satisfaction?"
"We asked you," put in his listening ward-mate, "if you have a boy friend."
"You men here are absolutely impossible!" she told them angrily. "All of you want my cunny. How can I split myself between twenty-one of you?"
"What, all of us are normal?"
"All but Henry Knight. He was sleeping when I went in to his room, and he is only eighteen."
"Ah, eighteen! I can remember when I was eighteen," Mr. Davidson from the other bed said. "I was quite well established in frigging by then. I've begun experimenting with different positions."
"I hadn't had a piece of cunt at that age!" complained Miller, leaving go of Rose.
"One's virginity, the great journey. The fear, the holding the breath at the first knowledge that at last you are going to have a bit of pussy for the first time!"
He sighed, and Rose pulled Miller up to straighten his bed for dinner. As she flung back the bedclothes, she noticed his big, thick dick was up under his pajama legs.
"Do you want to urinate?" she asked him.
"Oh yes!" he gasped gratefully, thinking of her feeding his needy, horny prick into a bottle.
"Well, get up. You're fit enough, and we must keep your circulation going," and she helped him to his feet to put a dressing gown around his shoulders as Davidson sat there watching them.
Rose could see that Davidson suspected this was just a ruse to get her alone in the bathroom.
Miller was steady on his feet. He had to take things very easy, though. He got his own big dong-shaft out.
"Look, he's not a bad fellow, is he?" he said, holding his cock in his hands.
"How much digging has he done?" Rose said, looking down at the healthy, horny dick and holding it to guide it to the lavatory pan.
"I sometimes wonder. I wonder if it has done more than others, or less. I've never really done a lot with it. I was too shy to get started young, and at first only fucked because other people did and I felt left out.
"Do you know," he turned to her, "the first time I had cunt, it was with a whore. I was too terrified to do anything, let alone enjoy it. I did shoot, but my mind was haunted with a sense of guilt, a feeling I was doing something dirty, and of course I was terrified of disease.
"For months afterwards I examined myself for the signs, but there were none. I never in my youth really had the nerve to approach anyone. My marriage was more or less arranged for us by our parents. But even then, I fucked, and sometimes enjoyed it, but I feel it is something I haven't really fully experienced. Do you know what I mean?"
"Thousands of people feel like you have described," she told him, shaking his piss drops off from him. "It is the result of the overwhelming Victorian attitude to sex. They really drummed down on it, making it dirty instead of as much as being a part of life as breathing. So many people, women too, feel it is wrong to enjoy sex."
"Do they?"
She tucked his pecker away under his pajamas, and they began the slow walk back to the two bed ward.
"Women are instructed to endure men's hump visitations, not enjoy, and there is a vast difference. Then they felt disturbed by enjoying it, guilty, and became frigid and wouldn't lend themselves to it. Really, it's been the same with you, and so many thousands like you.
"They go through life with one of their major instincts being denied them and never properly fulfilled. No wonder the nut-houses are filled with people. They have been driven demented due to sexual frustration.
"It is terribly dangerous to frustrate the sex urge, but so many people can't get around to taking a girl out, and having a petting session to see if they'll allow the frig follow up," she told him.
"You are a kind and knowledgeable girl," he murmured as they alked around, his arm around her waist for support. "I feel with you, I could lose all my inhibitions. You will let us see you naked, won't you?"
"Some time, maybe."
"I know I will dream of you tonight. In here I have the stirrings, but I've always been too tired to jerk myself off properly. It must be the drugs."
"I am sure it is," she said.
"It is so warm, it helps the hard-on, too, makes you want it," he explained, mystified.
"It had to be warm for people who are ill," she pointed out, opening the door into the ward.
"Come, Davidson, we have been waiting for you to tell us about your first screw," Miller said in a bluff, friendly manner as they entered.
Davidson raised himself in his bed with a smile.
"I was eleven at the time. We had a maid who did the beds and she noticed my sheets were always stained with night scum emissions, or more correctly nocturnal emissions.
"One afternoon when I lay in bed jerking myself off after an illness, my mother was out to tea, my father at work, naturally, and my brothers and sisters were out walking with the children's maid, when she came into my room.
"She was only young, really an apprentice maid at that time, as she did all the odd jobs about the house. She came in in her black dress, white bib and apron and cap and claimed that I must be lonely. She sat on the side of my bed and she began to talk to me.
"The very presence of her so close to me excited me. I was full of the eeling, anyway. But I sensed she wasn't there for nothing, but I did not know what she expected from me. All I remember is I was lying there, wondering what the bulges under her dress were really like.
"'Liz,' I said, 'Will you take your dress off?' I asked when I could no longer bear my curiosity. She leapt to her feet, smiling, and unpinned the bib and untied the apron. Eventually she stood before me, a dainty thing, as curvy as a little statue.
"She was absolutely beautiful to look at. She flung herself at me. I was rocking my head between her breasts. I asked to taste them. I was stroking and discovering all of her body with my hands! I looked at her. I gazed at her, and I saw all of her.
"I got her under the covers with me. I rubbed myself all over her just for the joy of feeling her warmth, her skin, her flesh on mine. And my penis, it was as thick as a leg on its own, and so damn painful!
"She laughed, the kind of sexy laugh that nearly had me shooting my load on the spot. I got my body on top of hers. I arched my back. I was so warm with desire and sheer adventuresome excitement as I leavered myself back to launch at her then. I rocked back, my naked ass on my heels, before I thrust forward, all the weight of my legs behind me as I hit into her cunt.
"I slithered down its hairy dampness. I hit the hard lips. I lay there, my top on it. I stabbed at it a couple of times, swivelled on top of it, then gradually I screwed myself in. I could feel her cunt lips rub back my foreskin.
"It was the most gorgeous sensation in the world. It burnt up all inside me as I sank further, and further up her wonderful hole. I got all of my prick length in, and I shafted in and out to the time of her own cunt. It was the most wonderful thing I ever did. And I came! Oh boy, I did come!
"I shot so much, so blissfully uncontrollably, anyone could've told it was my first shoot, and I lay there so pleased with the feeling and my own capabilities in her soft, warm twat. It was all quite wonderful, and it always was with her."
It was obvious he had never looked back since.
"Did she have a child by you?" Miller asked, ever anxious obviously where fucking was concerned.
"No, strangely enough, she didn't. I never knew how she managed that side of it, but she did."
Rose had finished with Miller and his bed and went to Davidson.
"With the birth pill, and sex talked about so openly in the newspapers and on radio and television," Miller began, "people no longer need to be frightened of having a bit of hump. The permissive atmosphere is everywhere," he was not complaining, it was as if he felt he had missed the boat.
"It's the ugly ones I feel sorry for. The spotty, hairy, shy ones, ones with something wrong with them, of both sexes. I think they view sex with something of a horror," Davidson said. "Do you think, Nurse, there will always be people who shy away from sex?"
"I don't know. I suppose gradually there will be an enlightened world, but I'm sure adultery and fuck orgies will always be considered a sin. The man and wife concerned may say it's okay, but equally they will both know that they are doing something wrong. One never knows how parents are going to react to living in sin, nor how social ideas are going to change in their attitudes."
"Oh, heaven forbid!" groaned Davidson, thinking of three generations yet to come.
She straightened his bed very quickly, and was loathe to leave their conversation to go to the next two bed ward, which contained two hernia patients.
They were both at the same stage after their operation.
"Ah, here she is, our new blonde bombshell!" they greeted her.
They were both under forty, and both of them businessmen.
"This is cruelty to dumb animals," moaned the youngest one, Carson, as she approached the bed. "Fancy sending someone who looks like you here, when we are like this!"
She laughed.
"Now you both know, if you hadn't come here, you'd never have been able to shoot a load of hot scum again, don't you?"
They agreed they did.
"I knew what I had done," said the older one, Carter, "but I did not dare go to my doctor, I felt so ashamed of myself."
"I shuddered every time I passed one of those shops displaying a truss," Carson went on. "and those awful ads in the papers made me quite sick. Yet no one in my office could understand the change in me. I stopped, in fact, in dare not go near a girl. My mind languished for her, for many of them, but I just daren't do it."
"Have you fucked your help then?" asked Carter surprised.
"Some of my best humps have come from my office staff," Carson related.
"But didn't you find it undermined discipline?"
"To the contrary, my dear fellow, I found a deeper loyalty resulted, and with the bonus of people speaking the truth to me."
Carter nodded his head in understanding.
"Good sexual relations does usually improve the vocal communication," he agreed thoughtfully, "but I never thought of trying it out at work."
Rose had swept back Carson's covers. He was ready for a piss bottle. His prick was long and firm, as she guided it into the bottle. Soon the bottle was warm in her hand with his dull, reddish piss which smelled strongly.
"You feel better?" she mentioned to him, glancing at his flushed face as he observed her holding his dick and staring at his shaven bush, like that only because of the nature of his operation.
"Yes," he told her, "I can feel the sperm flow down without pain now. In fact, I feel wonderful."
"The sight of you earlier this afternoon gave us both a couple of hard-ons," Carter reproved her.
"After months, nay years of abstinence, the sight of you was most painful."
"That old man's lust filled us both."
"And you hadn't even time to stop and pass the time of the day with us."
"I will have to reorganize myself," she did agree.
"There's some good men on this floor," remarked Carter. "With Henry Navarre in here, we never expected to see a beautiful creature like you."
"They say he'll fuck a fifty-five year old lesbian to get his cock in somewhere!"
Rose laughed. She gave Carson a wash. He was sticky around his crotch and surprisingly his balls were down and he had a hard-on.
"It's the warmth in here," he explained, knowing her surprise at his condition.
She smiled again.
"You are interesting," she told him, sprinkling his cock and balls with talc, so that he wriggled with excitement. "Now stop it. I have so many of you to get around to, and dinners to serve, so just behave yourself." He grabbed hold of her.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon, you will come to us, won't you?"
She took a deep breath which made her lovely tits swell, and both men noticed it.
"You've damn well got to," Carter put in, "or we'll complain."
"You spent all afternoon frigging around with the lucky guys in the single beds."
"Look," Rose said, "I didn't know you were here. I've only just come on this floor, give me time to organize myself."
"You sound like a surprised virgin," derided the older Carter.
"You're not a virgin, are you?" asked Carson increduously. She laughed.
"Oh, you are nice!" she joked with a warm affection.
"Don't you believe it," growled Carter. "She's not even a virgin on this floor! Who had it in your cunny, nurse?"
"Navarre, obviously," chided Carson.
"No, he didn't," she denied.
She couldn't think of the blond patient she had ridden so lightly. All she could remember was that he was German.
"And it occurs to me," she said seriously, finishing off Carson's bed, "that you two expect me to fuck for you both."
"Of course you can," said Carter. You can handle him while I'm up you."
"You fuckpot, why shouldn't it be the other way around?" roared Carson.
"All right, we'll take turns," Carter agreed. "We'll draw lots as to who fucks her first."
She advanced to his bed, the slight argument having caused him to become flushed and feverish. His excitement increased two fold as she swept back his covers to straighten his undersheet.
His dick was sitting upright, a rosie orb, gleaming. She was not sure whether he wanted to shoot a load of scum or piss. She got a bottle. He quickly filled it. It was also a brownish red like Carson's, but it was dotted with semen coming out.
"You really have recovered," she remarked, feeling his dick twitch in the cool palm of her hand.
"You are a sadist!" he remarked. "Everything about you is designed to taunt a prostrate man. Look at your lively heaving tits. How I yearn to suck your breasts. How much is bra? How much is fullsome tit?" he gasped wonderingly, reaching up to touch her tits. "Are they white? Are they firm?"
"Please, please, let us see a tittie," pleaded Carson. "Are the nipples small and round like tiny snow drop bulbs?" he begged to know.
"Or great big drooping, pendulous orbs?"
"Are they brownish? Or crimson like a dull raspberry?"
"You men!" she laughed.
"Please let us see you."
"I can't. Now now," she told them fearfully.
She was thinking of what just a nibble of her tits had done for poor old Sir Henry Flashmann.
"I haven't time," she explained as she washed Carter's dick.
He was in an awful state around his testicles. His shaven bush was sweating and he was glowing hot on the scrotum. He watched her intent face note his private parts, and she washed them so gently and lovingly that he was lying there all anxious to be erecting.
He couldn't help it. Apart from needing a woman to fuck, he happened to want Rose in particular.
"You torment me," he told her. "I want to see you, all of you. Your ass is so lovely out-lined against your uniform. What is it really like?"
He breathed heavily and he was suffused with a maddening lust.
"Are your buttocks rounded? Are you thighs big and soft?" He felt through her skirts for a feel of her thighs. "I'd like to put my head between them," he groaned, sweat breaking out on his brow and soaking his chest.
"This is torture," Carson complained, for he had been lying there watching her bend over Carter.
He could see her neat ankles, her shapely calves, the backs of her knees and then her skirts came down. All he had was the shape of her belted waist, and the outline of her lovely hips under the uniform.
"I never expected to pay to be tortured," he complained, staring at her through the blue dress and trying hard to discern what her cunt would be like.
All loose lips and saggy? Fat, plump, firm white lips, all juicy and warm? Would she have bush and cunt hairs, or would she be shaven? How little he knew of her and how much he wanted to know.
"Do you shave?" he gasped out desperately.
"No, I don't," she replied casually. "I give myself an odd trim up with the scissors."
"Do the ends dig in?" he asked. "The ends of your bush, I mean."
Carter plunged his hand under her skirt and rapidly up her nyloned thigh. He groped under the pantie elastic and felt her fuzz.
"No, they don't. They feel all right," he told Carson.
"Are they blonde, too?"
"No, they are not!" she snapped, brushing Carson's hands away from up her drawers.
But he had felt her wet clit, and the damp warmth of her twat lips as they had closed around his index finger as he slid it down to feel her cunt.
"You whore," he shouted at her. "You are as ready for a fuck as we are," he challenged. "Why deny us, and yourself? I bet your cunt is really crying for cock!"
Her cunny was warm. Delirious, warm and throbbing with excitement. But, in spite of all she felt, in spite of the weakness of her thighs which were longing to hold onto the thick firmness of a man's body, she had to control her desire and do her work.
Agitatedly, she sprinkled a heap of talc onto his painful balls, and she rubbed it hard into him.
He went mad, writhing there on the bed, wriggling and protesting as every ounce of his manhood came welling up into his already swollen balls.
"Oh no," he groaned aloud, as he rolled about in his bed. "Oh no," cried.
But he was snatched away in a terrible, body shattering convulsion as his seminal fluid came spurting out of his jerking penis, assisted by his jumping, twitching dancing buttocks.
He lay there gasping, sweating all over, his eyes tightly closed as he gripped the side of his bed, and his legs still danced like a nerveless boxer KO'd on the ring floor. It had been bliss, but he felt ashamed at his loss of control.
"You drove me to it," he wept, sobbing. "I wanted something much better," he cried.
Both Rose and Carson felt as discomforted as he did. Rose was a conscientious nurse, and to disturb a patient was the last thing she wished to do. She tried to calm him. Quickly she swabbed him over to cool him down.
He lay there, still in torment, but with a sensation of guilt driving him now, as she made his body cool and powdered him to smell refreshing. She remade his bed, and opened the window in case the floor nurse should come in with the meal.
In the next two-bed ward, were two young patients with piles. A trivial operation though it was, it is extremely painful, and both were suffering agonies as they lay so obviously on their sides.
"You are with us permanently then?" asked one.
Andrews was gazing up at her. She helped him up and turned him over to take down his pajamas and see how his ass was. He felt her cool fingers on his ass and between his cleft as she held open his buttocks to see his condition.
But the touch of her hands and the knowledge of her looking at him sent a hot flush through his masculine twenty year old body.
"These things have driven me mad," he complained. "I couldn't believe it when the doc said I had piles. I felt utterly disgraced, so humiliated."
"It's the thought of telling people what I've been in for that's worrying me," said his fellow sufferer. "Do you think women stay away from men who have had piles?"
Rose laughed.
"No, of course not. Everyone regards them as a bit of a joke," she said.
"They're no joke," moaned Andrews. "They hurt like getting your asshole reamed out."
"Do you know how you got them?" Rose asked.
"Oh, with me it was certainly sitting around on damp ground with damp trousers on for too long, I'm sure of it. I'm an archaeologist," he explained to her.
"Mine are just a mystery," whined Williams. "My mother said it was because I go about constipated and strain myself and spend too much time over the lavatory pan waiting for it to come down. I almost strain myself to death and read between contractions. I have wasted half my life in lavatories due to my obstinate bowels."
"You poor soul," Rose genuinely consoled him.
Andrews, she discovered, was the type of man who when he was in pain, was also horny. Pain brought him on, and he was aware of it as she relieved his bladder in a bottle.
"I could do with you," he breathed. "I've been thinking about you ever since you poked your head in the door late this afternoon."
"Liar!" growled Williams. "You weren't thinking about her at all, just about her cunt."
"Well, it's the same thing, but I daren't make myself come."
"As long as you don't physically jerk yourself about, it wouldn't hurt you," she said, looking at his firm dong.
"I wish you'd do it for me," he murmured.
"I wish I could," she told him truthfully, "but I haven't time."
He gazed up at her, her breasts masked by that awful nurses bib and dress, her skirt giving no revealing outline of her lovely body.
"Nurse," Williams' voice broke in on Andrews' thoughts, "what's it like to be frigged up the asshole?"
She looked around at him with a smile.
"Really," she exclaimed, pretending to be shocked.
"Well, women often prefer a good stiff cock up the ass to the cunt," he said. "There's no pregnancy fear that way."
"Well, let me tell you, Mr. Williams, when I have a dick, I like it in its proper place, up my vulva."
"Hear, hear! Up the vulva!" he cheered, making poor Andrews laugh. With the contracting of his stomach muscles, his ass tightened. It hurt him.
Rose saw the spasm of pain knife right through his entire being. She washed him down quickly, to cool and ease him before slipping a suppository up his rectum to ease him further.
"You give yourself a nice jerk off," she urged. "It'll make you relax better than anything, and if your muscles are relaxed then you're healing."
He looked up at her and smiled his thanks, and then he caught hold of her arms.
"How do you feel, nursing all our different cocks, balls and assholes?" he asked.
She smiled kindly down at him.
"I loathe seeing them out of action," she told him tenderly. "I like people to be comfortable, and without pain of any sort," she explained.
"But do you feel anything when you see us? Do you get aroused?"
Again she laughed.
"Of course I do. When I see a pair of gorgeous balls, I wish they were swinging between my thighs, I can tell you. And sometimes when I see a good stiff prick like yours, I wish it were swathing between my cunt lips like a scythe. I get all sorts of wild thoughts, and I often imagine a nice hot, long dong plunging up me, ploughing a straight furrow for me to grind myself on.
"I like a big, firm dick. Other times, I think this dick is meant for nursing between my breasts, and sometimes even," she took his hands from her arms to finally straighten his bed, and looked across at Williams, "I fancy a dong to rub me between the buttocks. Just a rub mind, no more, then slide down over the crust and into my cunny by the back entrance. I call that a through thrust," she said.
Williams stared at her fascinated.
"Do you go mad with rage when people shoot all over you?" he asked.
"It depends. Sometimes I really enjoy it, it makes you feel so powerful, and also it's fascinating to watch. It does give you a satisfying feeling, but it depends how I feel at the time. You know, I may want a good shafting, and then they go and shoot their scum all over me, that's when it drives me wild."
"Have you ever been fucked up your asshole?" Andrews asked as she put the finishing touches to his bed.
"Yes, the first time I didn't like it at all. It hurt like hell, and I thought my guts were going to be split open by the guy's penis. But I got a lover who played delightfully with my clit and tits and could really make me come as if he'd been stuffed up my cunt. You need loads of play to make I when you're being banged up the rear end," she said.
She went over to Williams' bed. He la; looking up at her, his eyes exploring wonderingly her body, wishing so frantically that he could see her nude. In his mind he was thinking of how he'( like to have her lying warm and naked beneath him, while he trailed his dong up from between her legs, over her gently heaving belly, to between her breasts.
He'd rub it there awhile, rest it, let it rock from one tit to the next, then ease himself up to her mouth for a gentle suck, before dabbing it in her ears, ruffling her hair with it.
Suddenly, the nurse reflected to herself, and a look of disgust came over her fair features. She was tired, it had been a long day of fucking, sucking and tending to all the patients. There had to be a change. She instantly made the men's beds up and headed down the hall without another word of sex to the two.
They looked dismayed and bewildered and Rose knew it, but she just had to put an end to this continual fucking of the men in the ward.
Rose's time in the men's private wing showed her a life time of misery. She saw men in pain, men humiliated by desire for fuck and feeling unable to relieve themselves. She learned the art of comforting a man who had felt he had disgraced himself by shooting a load of scum in her hand as she held his prick to wash it.
She learned, too, how to soothe those whose pricks immediately filled with lust the moment she touched them. In time, she devised positions to give her cunt to men with their legs strung up in the air to mend, and others held in spinal cradles.
She became a gymnast in clothes to give them the relief they sought. She won their love as much as she had given them hers. She was beseiged by gifts, by proposals of marriage, of becoming at least a mistress, as marriage was not accepted by her.
The old men wanted her nursing, her companionship and understanding. The virgins wanted to keep her expert tuition. Within two years she became a head nurse without having to sweat for her exams, so great was her practical experience.
She continued to work hard on double shifts, amassing for herself a considerable fortune, without counting all the money she received as gifts.
One night as she was in her office alone, she heard the doors open softly and felt the waft of cold air forewarn of Steven's approach. But he was in her office before she could get to her weary feet.
"You've worked here for such long hours, for so long," he said, "it seems you have been here as long as I have."
She smiled. Tonight she was weary, but she knew he had just stopped operating on an urgent case, and he looked as clean and freshly pressed as ever.
"Don't you ever get weary of it all?" he asked.
"Do you?"
"My job is to repair, to mend, there is something conclusive about it. Your job, of course, is the same, but you seem to have reduced it to an endless round of fucking. I'd like to examine you, to see how your cunt stands up to it all. The ceaseless penetration within your vagina must have worn you raw, surely?"
"Does it with prostitutes?"
"I wouldn't know. But they are usually very slack and stretched."
"I am slack in my cunt."
"But don't your muscles ache, and yearn for rest? Is not the skin chafed or worn smooth by all that prick usage?"
"I expect it is worn smooth by all that cock usage," she quoted him straight back, but there was an amused smile on her face. "But my muscles no longer labor, they are kept fit by constant exercise."
"I'm sure they are," he said. "You must have achieved orgasms in some strange humping positions," he commented reflectively.
"In case it alarms you, I leave heart and blood cases strictly alone. It is my only rule."
"What is your rule concerning surgeons? Do you leave them strictly alone too?"
She looked at him, uncertain what he meant.
"When I was a boy, I was forced to fuck women to the amusement of audiences. The women used to claim I'd failed to satisfy them, and as an extra entertainment I'd be beaten. I've had not a dislike for women, but a fear of them ever since."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was not really cold, he was frightened. His voice was low and he spoke sincerely. She had no reason to doubt his admission.
"I have yearned, for I don't know how long, for a good hump. Since I was fifteen, and I'm thirty-six now. It is a long time!"
"My God, yes!" she agreed.
"I wonder now if I could fuck at all, I've been repressed for so long. Would you deride me if I turned out to be impotent?"
"If the urge is there," she said, "you won't be impotent."
"The desire has often been there. Many a nurse, visitor and even patient have I lusted for.
But I've never had the courage to really fuck. You seem different though. You seem to coddle and encourage men along when they are at their lowest. I wonder if you would do the same for me?"
She was absolutely shocked and taken by pleased surprise. Here was the world's foremost, wealthiest, handsomest, cleverest surgeon confessing all this to her.
She felt a little sick with emotion. What would he expect from her? But she shook her head affirmatively.
"I better warn you," he added, "my entire body looks like an uncooked steak."
"I know," she laughed, "someone told me once."
"Who?"
"Never mind, a patient who had a deep admiration for you."
"But no one has seen me. I have my own shower. I do not share it with other doctors."
"No, but never mind, I hear the night staff coming on duty, let's go."
She reached for her cape. He helped her on with it and they slipped out of the private wing together. He was cold, suffering from a case of nerves. She could have rebuffed him. She thought he had the most tremendous courage and honesty of any man she had ever met.
When they arrived at his room, she was deeply impressed with the spaciousness and grandeur of all the decorations it had.
"Do you want a meal?" he asked.
"No thank you."
"A bath? A drink?"
"You know what I want. I want you!" she said. "No one but you." She saw that he was getting nervous and she wanted deeply to reassure him and make him comfortable in the situation.
She just edged her body into his. This was what he wanted, but now he had it and he was very frightened of it. She lulled him on, eventually sinking into a sofa locked in each other's arms.
As time went on, he dared to unfasten her uniform. The sight of those big heaving tits excited him at once. He wanted more. He dived his hands in under her dress to push it off her body and saw her bare shoulders with their bra straps across them.
He just sat there gazing at her body.
"Be brave," she whispered. "Let me undress you.
She did so and saw the state of his skin. She would never have believed a man could live and be that way. Some of the scar tissue looked still irritated, and a few hairs sprouted.
He was acutely embarrassed by his condition, but she began kissing him all over the chest. He responded by kissing her down the spine as his hands worked to wriggle off her panties. He ripped them off and smiled as he smelled the crotch piece.
"I'm going to keep these," he said. "'My first fuck trophy."
She smiled encouragingly at him. His legs were as equally a scarred disaster as his torso, only a few pubic hairs managed to struggle out of the scar tissue which made his cock and balls seem strange to her, so bald.
But his prick had a gorgeous hard-on, long like a stallion's dong and as thick. She held it in her hands, rubbing the skin a little to examine his knob. She kissed it awhile as he felt her twat.
It was all soft down there, wet with excitement. He felt it clamped around his inquisitive fingers and his hand could feel her thighs quivering with hump anticipation.
He ground his fist in her cunt, more warmth coming down with a splash from her hot, excited twat. He felt her move herself on his knuckles.
She was ready for his huge cock now, and the things she was doing to it set his balls alight with desire to get relief. He made her stand up, so that he could see her entirely naked. He turned her around and stood up beside her to hold his prick in his hands and guide it absolutely all over every inch of her smooth, unblemished body.
Then at last he laid her on the floor. She looked up at him with serious, inquiring eyes. Her cunt was so ready and hot it was hurting her to the extent that she urgently wanted to jerk it off herself to calm it down. But she looked up at him, and she saw his angry balls suspended and throbbing as red and smoothly as his dong head.
With a happy smile on his face and his eyes glowing with horny anticipation, he lowered his beautifully proportioned body down on top of hers. For a moment, he lay rubbing himself on her front and feeling her cunt and crisp bush hair so easily against his smooth pelvis.
Then he glided his prick down over her cunt, through the uterus and into her open, warm, wet cunt hole. He went around and around inside. He stroked, and she felt all the years of his sex repression in the violent way he held her and then fucked her with wild lust.
He shot load after load of hot scum in her cunt exactly as a man starved for sex and wanting it all that time would do. She was to learn that he would always love with such ardor,, that he was haunted by being Hitler's whipping boy, that he was ashamed by what had been done to him in his youth; and always he needed reassuring that he was a man.
The wing lost a wonderful private nurse, but she raised the professor to be a man now equal to his peers in the medical profession. Everyone knew by marrying her that he had to be normal and passionate. And for both of them it was an entirely happy union.
And she even continued to fuck for her patients, screwing them well on the road to recovery with the beautiful gift of her trained cunt. They were a medical team beyond compare, indeed.
