David Ingram - Naughty hot nurse

Ed's cock was rigid in her hand as a four week's supply of jizz squirted high in the air. His come went straight up and came straight down, spreading slickly over her churning hand. She kept pumping and another squirt of jizz went into the air. After that, the stuff just bubbled out in wads.

Her own orgasm was slowly subsiding, filling her legs and belly with a wonderful warmth. She felt his stiff nipple against her cheek and realized for the first time that her own nipples were pressing hard against her bra. It was a good feeling, almost like coming all over again.

They stayed like that for several minutes, Sarah with her face on his chest, his messy cock gripped in her hand, and Big Ed stretched out, his arms loose, breathing hard.

"That was the nicest thing a nurse ever done for me," he finally said.

Sarah straightened up. "Did you really like it?" she asked.

"I loved it. I don't think I ever came so hard."

"Then I'm glad I did it. I shouldn't, you know. I'd get fired if I got caught."

Sarah washed him off again and gave him a clean gown. She let him slip it on and then tied the strings behind his neck. She felt wet between her legs, but it didn't matter because she felt so good everywhere else.

"Will you come and do that again!" he asked.

"If I can," she whispered and kissed him on the lips, softly at first, and then with hard urgency. It was the first time she had kissed a patient after beating him off. "You had me turned on, Big Ed."

After she had emptied and washed the basin and disposed of the dirty linen, she stepped into the hall.

Starting down the hall, she saw several white clad women congregated at the nurses' station. The excitement of what she had done was still warm in her belly and she wondered if any of the other nurses ever did it. She was sure they didn't. She was a wicked girl, but she loved it so.

Ruth Van Arsdale, the hospital sexpot, was leaning over the counter, the cheeks of her scantily clad ass plainly in view. Her uniforms were all too small and much too short. Ruth was giggling.

"That dirty old man in 200 put his hand under my skirt," she was baying.

"It's so short he probably couldn't help it," Elaine Emerson said.

Ruth giggled and glanced at Sarah. "Hi, Sarah," she said. "I let him get a good feel of my ass before I jumped back and slapped his hand. Why he must be sixty!"

"I wish that big construction worker in 216 would put his hand under my skirt," Mimi Hopgood said. She glanced at Sarah. "Look at Sarah blush!"

"She's young yet, she'll learn," Ruth said knowingly.

"Cool it, girls, here comes Old Iron Pants," Elaine said.

"Okay, girls, it's not class reunion week. You can't take care of patients standing here," Marsha Vickers, the head nurse said.

Marsha Vickers was thirty-seven, stern as hell but not unattractive if one took the time to notice. She was a little stout, but still fairly well-built.

The girls scattered. Ruth and Sarah headed toward the orthopedic ward, Elaine and Mimi went in the opposite direction.

The second floor was noted for being the wildest floor, thanks mainly to Ruth Van Arsdale. Ruth was a yummy, super-voluptuous blonde. She had a baby face with huge, blue eyes. Only her lush body denied her the look of complete innocence. Her body was round in every spot that a girl's body was supposed to be round – especially her big, soft tits. Her nipples seemed to always be erect against her skin tight uniform. Marsha Vickers often told her husband that Ruth was too sexy for her own good, especially the way she consistently tried to put too much of herself into too little uniform. Marsha did not approve, but the hospital didn't bother with a dress code where Ruth was concerned.

Ruth's family was well off. Her mother had never understood why Ruth had gone into nurse's training, let alone why she had finished. Ruth had run off when she was young and gotten married, but her mother had quickly got it annulled. Ruth had just celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday.

"You're gonna love the orthopedic ward, Sarah," Ruth giggled, rolling her hips as she walked. "It's not like the others, the guys aren't sick. Once they get over the worst of the pain and get used to their casts and stuff, they act like men again. You know: leering, suggesting, grabbing."

"That old fart in 200 got a couple of fingers inside my pants before I could stop him. I think I'll stop by and see how he's feeling." She nudged Sarah in the ribs. "Get it? How he's feeling!" She chuckled as she turned into room 200.

At the other end of the hall, Elaine Emerson brushed a tiny wrinkle from her otherwise perfect uniform. She was twenty-seven pushing twenty-eight and as near perfection as one could get. She carried the nickname of Elaine the Elegant. She too was a blonde, and she added silver frosting to the tips of her long hair. She was tall, beautifully built with high, pointed tits and gorgeous deep green eyes. Her husband was a prominent CPA and she was a bit haughty, if not downright conceited.

Her companion, Mimi Hopgood, was thirtyish, short, and fat. Her hair was a mousy brown, but she was kind of pretty and had a deep dimple in each cheek. Her legs were fat and she had big, fat tits that bounced when she walked. She enjoyed a little horseplay where her tits were concerned and let a patient have a feel every now and then.

Sarah was really prettier than any of them. But she was so young and innocent.

Barry was waiting for her. Sarah got into the car, rolled the window all the way down and slumped in the seat. It would feel good to have the wind blow her hair. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"I sure wish you would give those damn things up, honey," Barry said as he started the engine.

"Mr. Wallace, please, no sermons today," Sarah groaned.

"Well, pardon me, I…"

Sarah reached out and touched his hand. "I'm sorry, Barry. It's been a rough day. Just let me lean back and relax for a few minutes."

"Okay, hon, forgiven. But I still don't see how you can keep from smoking at home, when you smoke as much as you do."

Sarah took a deep drag, held it, then let it out slowly. Jesus Christ, will you shut up? she thought, and closed her eyes.

Sarah still lived at borne with her parents and it wasn't easy. They nagged her about this and they nagged about that. And where smoking and drinking and sex were concerned – it was Sodom and Gomorrah revisited. They constantly bitched about the smell of smoke on her clothing, blaming it on the horrible sinners she had to mingle with. It always made her laugh silently a little and want a cigarette so bad she could fart!

Sarah knew she wasn't the kind of girl they thought she was. It bothered her conscience, but she was slowly getting over it. She had to be her own kind of person, not theirs. Life was to be lived and enjoyed. It wasn't meant to be a period of time in which you could see how much you could deny yourself. Of course, it couldn't be all self gratification, either. There had to be self restraint and Sarah practiced that, too.

She was an only child and hadn't been around other kids too much when she was little, especially boys. She had matured early, being around grownups most of the time. Her spiritual needs had been well-filled, but her human needs had been left sadly lacking.

Sarah's first knowledge of boys came long after she should have known that boys and girls are different. She and several other girls were hiking when they came upon a group of boys swimming nude in a pond. The girls hid and watched the boys frolic in the water.

Little did her mother know what an angel of mercy or how much pleasure and relief little Sarah would bring to certain ailing male patients.

Sarah's training included emptying bed pans, bathing patients, changing gowns and bedding and, for the second time in her life, she was seeing male cocks. The memory of the nude boys by the pond burned in her mind. Her body tingled and itched and ached and it was just a matter of time before it happened.