Nympho Nurse - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne - ebook
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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Nympho Nurse

CHAPTER ONELaura Koles had immediate misgivings as soon as she told young Bobby to step behind the screen and remove his clothes. She was breaking a rule of her profession. Being a nurse, she wasn't licensed to perform diagnostic examinations, and that would have been the only reason for Bobby to get undressed. But her lust for the handsome young man had blurred her judgment, and the strong desire to see him naked had prompted her action.While she waited, listening to Bobby strip away his clothes, she had a dreadful thought. What if Bobby told the Dean that he had to strip when he only had a sore throat? It was a small college, and everyone seemed to know everyone else. This situation could come up in casual conversation with the wrong person and she'd be out of a job. No, out of a career!She had told him to leave his shorts on, so maybe she could yet save her job. If she didn't actually try to do a diagnosis and didn't see him completely nude, there might be hope.But when Bobby stepped from behind the screen, she knew all was lost. He came out wearing a pair of briefs, light blue, the low rise kind that cut across his abdomen just above his pubic hairs. They hugged his crotch and molded around his cock and balls so snugly that Laura instantly saw that he was circumcised. And there was a great deal of masculinity to be observed.Laura paced her small office nervously, her rounded butt swiveling in her hugging white uniform. Her pulse quickened as she struggled to maintain control, as she searched for a way out of the situation in which she had so recklessly placed herself.She felt a tickling sensation along the soft, hair-fringed slit of her pussy as she stared at the manly mound in Bobby's crotch. His records showed that he was eighteen, fair game.His chest was lean and hairless, his legs strong and slender. Her eyes licked over his body and a smile curved her rosy lips."Now just stand in front of me," she said. She sank onto a low stool. She lifted one long, tapering leg over the other which caused her skirt to glide back. That exposed the dark band at the top of the stocking on her elevated thigh.She fitted a stethoscope in her ears, and though she was only supposed to use it to record blood pressure, she placed its flat end against Bobby's chest. The neckline of her uniform gaped as she leaned forward allowing the young man to gaze down at her full, creamy breasts.Bobby squirmed. Laura moved the stethoscope around, supposedly listening to his heart and lungs, but there was nothing to hear. Just looking at him, she knew he was perfectly healthy. He only had a minor throat infection, and that would pass in a day or two.She pressed her thumbs gently against the young man's stomach as her hands rested at the top of his underwear. "Does this hurt?" she asked."No," he replied.She glided her hands down across his briefs to his firm thighs and squeezed. "How about here?" she inquired throatily. "Does this feel all right?""Yeah," Bobby croaked.Suddenly, Laura slid one hand up the inside of his thigh, her tapering fingers slipping under a legband of his low rise shorts. She thrilled as she touched his delicate nuts, fondling them delightedly before she pressed at the top of his scrotum."How about here?" she asked, her voice ragged."It's okay!" Bobby almost shouted, his voice has ragged as hers.The stretching fabric of his underwear pushed forward, and his cheeks turned bright red. He tried to pull away."Wait a minute," Laura implored. "We need to make sure."She kept her hand inside his shorts, fondling his sweet balls and the base of his stiffening cock. His dick continued to grow, making a tent in the front of his skimpy shorts, pulling the waistband away from his abdomen.Laura's eyes widened and her lips parted. Her body was as aroused as his obviously was, and her mind grappled with the situation. Good sense won the struggle."Get dressed!" she said suddenly, pushing him away from her, her tone gruff. "You're all right." Bobby fled behind the screen, as though he had shocked the nurse by what had happened in his crotch.Laura rose to her feet, her large breasts quivering. She walked over to the window acutely conscious of the warm moisture that had seeped shamefully from the slit between her thighs. She tilted a slat in the Venetian blinds, staring outside, staring at anything that would take her mind off the young man who was scrambling into his clothes behind the screen.But she kept seeing him anyway. Except her mind removed his shorts. She stared at his erection with soft, brown curls framing his thick base, with a set of full, oval balls dangling between his youthful thighs.When the flustered, 37-year-old divorcee heard him step out from behind the screen, she whirled around and tucked an errant lock of hair back behind her ear."You're going to be fine," she told him as calmly as she could considering the state of her pussy. "You've just got a sore throat, and it should clear up on its own.""Okay, Mrs. Koles," he mumbled, still embarrassed as he rushed out the door.Laura sank into the chair behind her desk and wondered if she had gone too far. But she had other things to think about. Her entire body was throbbing, and it felt as if she had a swamp between her legs.She shut her eyes and eased back in the chair, her dark hair curling at her neck. Her lips parted as she slithered a hand up the inside of her right thigh, across the clinging top of her stocking and along her warm, satiny skin to the lace-bordered crotch of her panties.The center strip of her thin, silky underwear was as wet as a dishrag. She rubbed her burning, soft cunt through her soaked panties and fireworks went off in her brain. She squirmed on her cushiony ass as her fingers pushed wet fabric into her gash.She still saw Bobby standing before her, his briefs lowered, his dick stiffened into a long, thick hard-on with a big, bulbous knob that throbbed seductively and tempted her mouth.Her tongue licked her lips as she fantasized the taste of his cock. Her hand could almost feel the warmth and the firmness of his hairy balls as her fingers dove into her pussy and began to stroke her excited snatch.She spread her legs to make ample room for her playful fingers, and her other hand rubbed across her needy boobs to stimulate her heating nipples. Studying a youthful and mightily handsome erection in her mind's eye, she pumped her pussy and aggressively massaged her mammoth mounds.It didn't take long for a mini-orgasm to swirl inside her. Her hips slid her butt across the chair as lusty excitement grew in her body. The firm heel of her hand pressed against her hardened clit as her fingers rushed rapidly through the clasping circle of her sensuously aroused cunt. She moaned and sighed as her orgasm gained momentum and threatened to erupt with just one more thrust into her jiggling twat.Her mind brought Bobby's hand down to his crotch to slowly stroke his pulsing erection. She watched his hand glide along his stiffened muscle, his balls temptingly swaying between his tensed thighs.The sight brought her climax on. She drew in a long, deep breath as hot honey flooded from her pussy and oozed into the absorbing fabric of her panties. Her hand squeezed harshly around one big breast as her thighs trembled around the soothing flow entering her cunt.A knock on the door interrupted her daydream and her climax. She quickly removed her hand from her snatch and straightened her uniform. "Who ... who is it?" she called out."Paul Gregory," a virile voice replied. "You decent?""Of course," Laura snapped.The blond, husky athletic director opened the door and swaggered in, a grin splitting his tanned face. "I didn't know if you might be examining someone. The sign on your door does say, 'Knock Before Entering.'""As you can see, I'm quite alone," she said."Yeah," he said, studying her, "but what's the matter?""Nothing's the matter," she responded, remaining seated. Her pussy continued to pound between her legs. "What do you want?""That's not very friendly," he said, watching her closely."It wasn't meant to be. Every time you come in here, you want something. And usually something I don't want to give.""I was just hoping you'd go out with me tonight.""No, thank you," Laura said politely."What's with you?" he asked, somewhat irked by her attitude. "No husband, no boyfriend that I know of, and yet you turn me down every time I ask you for a date.""That's because I choose my friends carefully," she snapped."Well, hot shit!""If that's all you wanted, you can go now.""With pleasure," he said, turning and slamming the door behind him.Laura leaned forward and propped her elbows on her desk. Paul Gregory always managed to irritate her, but he was especially irritating today. He had interrupted her and she continued to feel hot desire in her cunt. She looked up at the clock on the wall, and it was time to leave for the day.She couldn't wait to get home and strip her clothes off in the little room she rented in Mrs. Wilson's boarding house. Her panties, dry and sticky, had a noticeably sexy scent as she held them up. She let them drop from her fingers as she stared at herself in the old-fashioned dresser mirror.She even looked sexy, she decided, as she gazed at her beige stockings and white garter belt. She didn't wear stockings and garters because they were sexy, but because pantyhose were just too hot. And her crotch always seemed hot enough without encasing it in nylon.She looked at her shoulder-length hair which constantly hung a little loose around her face no matter how she tried to keep it carefully done. And there was something in her eyes which spoke to men, try as she might to avoid it.She studied her reflected body, taking in the rounded thrust of her large breasts with their prominent, rosy nipples, the gentle curve of her soft belly, and the almost obscene thickness of the hair covering her cunt, hair her husband Tim had called her "muff." And how he had liked to rub his face in it!She turned to gaze over her shoulder at her supple butt. Framed by the flimsy lace of her garter belt and the tops of her stockings, the rounded bulges were sensually voluptuous. Still, they were firm and shapely. She would have worn a girdle to compress her ass and make it less alluring except that it also was just too hot and uncomfortable.She could have flattened her tits somewhat and toned down the sexiness of her ass, but she saw no reason to suffer all day just because some of her features turned men on. Her body was a curse because she had trouble handling men.She had to fight off the opposite sex all through high school and college. They refused to believe she was a decent girl, with a body like she had. That was one of the biggest reasons she had married Tim. What a mistake that was!Her girlish dreams of Prince Charming blew up on her wedding night when Tim attacked her like a drunken sailor. He wouldn't let her get a wink of sleep, his cock constantly in her cunt. And he wasn't gentle about it either. Laura wanted love, and all Tim could give her was lust. He fucked her like a wild man, his profanity unending. She felt like a prostitute, her pussy the price of his love.All men were like that, she decided. Even in this small town, guys were constantly hitting on her. Guys like Paul Gregory with his ego in the clouds, his brain functioning in his dick.Laura stripped down, slipped on a robe, and crossed the hall to the bathroom. She needed something to relax her. But she thought about Bobby as she eased into the tub. She laid back, letting her breasts bobble on the surface of the water. The warm liquid lapped at her nipples, making them harden.She grasped one large breast and squeezed it gently to force her nipple farther forward. She brushed the sensitive, rubbery peak with the index finger of her other hand. She moaned softly and let go of her throbbing tit. She knew right away that this was not going to be a relaxing bath, her lust still excited by thoughts of Bobby's young and handsome body.She glided a hand down into the water, seeking out her furry and heating mound of cunt. She tenderly fingered the lips of her pussy as visions of Bobby's firm erection danced in her brain. Nasty thoughts raced through her mind as her hand became more active between her legs.She got up on her knees and worked a rich lather of soap between her hands. She caressed her belly, then her thickly tufted cunt. She glided her hand between her thighs, rubbing back and forth as she slowly rocked her hips. Her eyes closed and her teeth clamped onto her lower lip.Her stiff clit screamed for more intense stimulation and she didn't deny it. Two fingers closed around her firm prong and tenderly stroked her tiny erection. She squeezed and played and felt a familiar stirring deep inside her.But her sensitive clit would arouse her too quickly so she sent her hands around to spread soap between the cheeks of her sumptuous butt. Her asshole tingled as she slowly stroked across it.Somehow she had always managed to deny her husband the penetration of her posterior. She felt how tiny her anal ring was, but knew it would stretch. She did stretch it a bit with her soapy finger, which proved easy enough now that her elastic orifice was all slippery and soft. But her finger was no where near the size of her husband's thick cock and she wasn't all that sure that her butthole would stretch quite that much.She settled down into the water, gracefully rinsing her body. But her pussy called to her hands. Spreading her legs in the tub, both hands reached into her crotch to play with the soft, delicate folds of her cunt. Her fingers probed up and down her slit and grazed her tingling clit. With one hand left to fondle her stimulating prong, the other lowered to her yearning entrance.She circled one fingertip around the rim to her interior, then dipped inside her narrow, warm channel. Her hips raised up from the porcelain to give her more easy access to her craving cunt. She slipped a second finger into her hole and the fit was delightfully snug. She stroked her fingers in and out while rubbing the excited end of her pulsing clit with her other hand.She pressed her lips tightly together to keep from moaning too loudly, the other tenants in the boarding house able to hear if she got too excited.She stared at the wall across the room as she stroked her fingers faster and faster. The water sloshed around her pumping arm, and her orgasm sloshed in the depths of her liquid center.She thought of Bobby and the way his erection stuck his underwear out in front of him. She remembered the feel of his balls in her hand. She recalled the smooth, hairless contours of his chest and how it had inflated as her hands reached inside his briefs.Her hips began to pump as rapidly as her fingers, her entire body responding to her mounting climax. Her tits swayed on her chest, her nipples firm and begging to be touched or sucked. But she only had two hands, and they were doing such marvelous things to her pleasure that she kept them where they were.It was harder and harder to keep silent as her orgasm inched closer to eruption. Her hips rocked around her thrusting fingers, the penetration of her snatch deep and satisfying.Then she tried something different. Her hand left her clit and lowered down to search out her asshole. Her finger circled the puckered ring of her butt as she continued to lustily stroke her pussy. She eased her fingertip inside her ass and felt her hole stretch around her advancing digit.She barely reached inside her rectum to get used to having a foreign object penetrating her backside.But she easily accepted this new intruder and sent another finger into her elastic sphincter. Stretching around both, her hole expanded deliciously. She started to stroke into her ass, but not with the same vigor used on her cunt. Butt-fucking was something she had yet to get used to.Laura made a startling realization. She could feel her two sets of fingers pressing against each other. She stopped thrusting up her butt, her fingers planted in as far as they would reach. She held them steady as she played one wall of her snatch over her lodged fingers.Tingling excitement spread through her body and exploded in the center of her churning orgasm. She was wildly delighted at having both holes plugged, the sensations cavorting through her crotch new and unique. The fingers in her ass began to stroke again, the thin wall of her cunt rippling between her thrusting lovers.She bobbed and bounced in the bathwater, her hips writhing without guided direction. The stimulation rising from both her cunt and her ass was quickly driving her climax nearer to release.Whether she stroked herself in unison or in opposition, ecstasy steadily grew. She had never known her ass could be such a source of lustful pleasure and greedily rammed through her grasping circle. The faster she fucked her cunt, the faster she fucked her ass. And the more she gave herself, the more she wanted.Willing to let these divine feelings last forever, her orgasm erupted. Hot lava gushed over her jabbing fingers and her lips parted to rapidly pant her searing ecstasy. A wall of rushing honey blasted into her cunt and the excitement of cumming stopped her fingers up her ass.With her hips wiggling and jiggling, her cunt's muscular hole clamped forcefully onto her fingers. She evacuated her ass to let her butt drop back to the tub in a desperate need to get her body under control. She popped her fingers out of her pussy and both hands massaged the fleshy lips of her snatch as her climax continued to erupt inside her hot and euphoric interior.She slipped down in the water as her orgasm slowly lessened its intensity, a warm flow filling her twat. She gently caressed her hairy mound and laughed.How ironic that she had climbed into the tub to get relaxed!CHAPTER TWO"What happened to him?" Laura asked anxiously as Paul and a student carried a skinny, red-haired young man into her office. The young man, wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt, stared glassily between them, his eyelids fluttering every few seconds."He was on the trampoline," Paul said, placing him on the nurse's couch, "and he hit his head. He's a little groggy, but I think he'll be okay.""I'll be the judge of that. Did he lose consciousness?""I don't think so, but you can ask him." Paul and the other student headed for the door. Paul stopped and grinned at her. "Go to work, nursie.""I will as soon as you get out of here!" she snapped.They left the office. Laura wondered why he irked her so much, but she had other things to think about at the moment. She bent over the young man stretched out on the sofa, the neckline of her uniform hanging open to reveal her bountiful breasts."Can you speak?" she asked, feeling his brow.It was dry."Yeah," the young man said slowly. "I feel okay.""What's your name?" she asked, pulling her stool over to sit next to him."Mark. Mark Thompson.""Okay, Mark. How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up three fingers and watched his eyes closely."Three," he said, his eyes squinting. He started to sit up."No, you don't," Laura said, pushing against his chest. "Lie still for a minute. A bump on the head shouldn't be taken lightly.""But I have to get a shower and get to my next class," he protested, easing back onto the couch.Laura's eyes darted to his trunks, his lightly haired legs, and back up to his freckled face. He was pleasant-looking, a little thin, and didn't seem the athletic type at all. She assumed he was taking physical education only because it was a requirement."You're not going to your next class today, Mark. At the least, you need to get some rest. I want you to stay here for a while just for observation. Do you have any pain anywhere?""No. Well, a little. It's just a little ache in my back. But it's nothing.""Did you land on your back when you fell?" she asked, an odd tickling sensation coursing through her."I guess.""Then we'd best have a look. Turn over." Mark turned over on the couch and Laura lifted his T-shirt out of his trunks. She pushed it up his back and placed her hand in the middle of his-spine. "Tell me where it hurts.""Lower, down near the bottom."Laura slowly eased her hand down his spine until it rested in the small of his back just above his slender butt. She felt the heat of his body radiate into her palm, and lust grew in her pussy. She had a half-naked man lying next to her, and it was within the boundaries of her profession to examine him further. If she thought about what she was about to do, she wouldn't do it. So she didn't think.She reached for the elastic waistband on his trunks and peeled them down his ass. Mark turned his head to look at her, and his hips rose up slightly to let his gym shorts slide down his snow-white globes."Your tailbone is a little red," she told him, avoiding his eyes, staring at his bare butt. She stopped his shorts in the middle of his thighs, his jock strap cutting into his flesh just below his youthful mounds. She gazed at the dark crevice between his freckled cheeks and sent her fingers out to caress the base of his spine. "Does this hurt?" she asked, her fingers pressing."A little," he said, turning away from her.