Nurse Nancy; Dr. Dan Makes a House Call Chapter 2
Dan's heart jumped in his throat. Had he heard her correctly? Had Nancy just told him to fuck her in the ass? He'd been eyeing her bottom ever since they'd gotten undressed that night and the words were like a dream come true!
Sure she'd been a bubbling cauldron of kink, but her backdoor was that last bastion of intimacy for him. He'd wanted to have been certain it was ok before he tapped it. Now she'd taken away any doubt and made things perfectly clear that it was!
Nancy didn't have time for ambiguity. She wanted that large veiny throbber of his in her tight naughty backdoor and the only way for that happening was her to get it as hard as Chinese long division. She wasn't new at the game of stiffening-up a spent prick; one might even say she was an old hand at such things, (or more aptly a mature and experienced set of hands... and lips... and tongue)!
As she gave Dan the "ole' suck n' jerk rub n' tug number" on his member, she reflected on how many cocks it had been over the years; too many to count by her estimation. She'd seen a great many in her porn career, and her time as a swinger, plus her time as nurse (although that was a secret known to a discrete few at the hospital). Those experiences had presented a cavalcade of veiny cock to suck n' restore for "another go," as she'd often requested.
Then of course there was all that fun she'd had as a nursing student at Hippy Park and even before; at the rest stop with those glory holes and her girlfriends. For an eighteen year old catholic school-girl, Nancy was accustomed to getting down on her knees but those holes were not confessionals and that was not absolution coming through the openings! Those wicked glory holes with her naughty girlfriends cheering her on were her earliest recollection of touching "it," playing with "it," and sucking "it" until it squirted into her mouth as some strange trucker she'd probably never see; groaned in blissful agony on the other side of the glory hole and thanked her. Of course the first time she actually looked up and actually saw the face of a cock-owner thrashing in joyful convulsions also happened that summer; her eighteenth summer...by the lake...and the tent with her cousin Jerry. Her clit twitched at the memory and as she drew Dan's still limp devil-dog into her mouth for a nice deep-throat and tickle of his balls, she began to remember.
Jerry's family was visiting hers at the family farm in a lazy summer family reunion. The kids had all run off in all directions; it being a beautiful sunny day. The young kids went off to play on the swing; her older brothers went out riding around in the farm truck. That left her and her nineteen year old strapping cousin alone to wander out by the farm pond. The kids had erected a small tent out there where they played at "camping and roughing it" when they weren't fishing. It was secluded and they were alone; plus she found him quite handsome despite their being blood cousins.
One thing led to another. There was the age old discussion of, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Then next thing she knew she was bare-chested and "his" was out flopping around in front of her. It was big and hairy, like a silly floppy elephant's trunk as she marveled at it with wicked forbidden curiosity. It found its way into her hand and he and she experienced the rush and thrill of good old American rural taboo.
Nancy's hand wandered down between her thighs and her fingers found her clit; to tease and tickle at it through its hood as she sucked on Dan. It may have been Dan's generous trouser monster in her mouth at the moment that pulsed and throbbed from her slurps and sucks but her mind was hundreds of miles and thirty six years away at the pond. Her clit throbbed to life beneath at the touch of her fingers. She closed her eyes to pull back the vision locked far back in the recesses of her memory; she began to suck frig and remember.
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Jerry's was large. Not as large as Dan's she recalled,
but sizeable just the same.
She tugged and pulled at it and Jerry clenched his teeth; breathing heavily through his nostrils like a young horse straining against a heavy load. Nancy loved the look upon his face, as she rubbed and tugged him. She was intrigued that she could make his chin quiver, his nostrils flare, and his chest rise and fall as her wicked hand whirred down below upon his member; the flesh a warm regular throb of life in her palm.
She looked up and studied her cousin's face. Jerry's eyes closed as her hand moved faster and faster; his brow focused in fevered concentration. She bore down with her grip as well; making the young man thrust his buttocks into her strokes as the feelings became more wonderfully intense for him. Nancy's gaze went from the boy's face, to his cock in her palm, and back to his trembling face again; her mind seized and captivated by all she saw. After a couple minutes time, she employed a fun little trick of wickedry she'd learned from one her girlfriends; cupping his balls and giving them a delicately gentle tickle using the tips of her fingers while her other hand gripped shaft like she was "choking up" on a soft ball bat. That did the trick.
Jerry's face became a snarl and his eyes flew open; staring off into the distance but seeing nothing. A large fleck of spit flew from his lips as the snarl became a vocalization that sounded a bit like a tug boat's "chewwww chewwwww" blast from its fog horn. Nancy's face was now a wicked smile as the cock in her hand erupted in spasmic releasings. Steaming hot ropes of boy batter arced through the air; landing upon her neck and boobies and coating her skin in warm stickiness.
She held his member with one hand as his head went slack and he sobbed a convulsive little whimper; the last spurts of his warm life trickling between her fingers. Curious, she turned her head to one side thinking it odd that he should sound that way. It was as if he were crying through a great painful sadness and yet when those eyes of his met hers, they were welling over with happiness; the smile spreading across his face in an expression of great relief and satisfaction.
She scraped the sticky dollops of her cousin's custard from her boobies and played with it; giggling as she brought the salty gonad goo to her nose to sample his bouquet. She'd smelled semen from the truckers at the rest-stop before but this was different; much sweeter and less coppery. She then brought his nut-sack nectar to her tongue for a little taste. It was yummier for her too.
It was there she had an epiphany that jism tasted differently among different men. From that moment in time she was a connoisseur of cum, an absolute sommelier of semen; completely hooked on the taste smell and feel of penile spendings. For her, the sweetest confection in the world paled by comparison to the flavor and scent of a sticky load of warm male ejaculate!
It was therefore only a logical conclusion that while some might have seen this as a shocking shameful mess made between two ill-behaved young people (who should have been eaten up by guilt); Nancy merely saw an opportunity to "scratch certain itches." Jerry seemed like his itches needed scratching as well and as he looked into her eyes, he didn't see any remorse or fear at what they'd done. Suffice to say, he wasn't through with Nancy and more importantly; neither was she with him! The day was hot, they were alone and it was time to be naked and bad together;
