David Ingram - Naughty hot nurse

The first time she had been alone in a room with a young boy giving him a bath when he got a hard-on. When he boyishly asked her to play with him she impulsively grabbed his cock and jerked him off until his come spilled down over her hand. It was the most thrilling experience of her life.

She swore it would never happen again, but it did – again and again. It even got to the point where she would rush to the toilet afterward and play with herself. She had her first orgasm sitting on a cold toilet seat thinking about the man she had just jerked off.

But her guilt had flourished and made her a prime target when she met Barry Wallace. He was a pre-law student, steady, reliable, and her parents liked him. He was just the kind of dedicated young man that Sarah needed and he was religious, too.

They fell in love and as their necking grew heavier, so did their need for each other. They never really petted, even though Sarah really wanted to play with his cock. She knew a shrink would have said she was obsessed with penis envy or had a deep states penis fixation or some such bullshit. But belt Sarah just liked the feel of a cock in her hand, the way it was so soft and pulpy at first with the bag hanging loose. And then this way the prick grow and the bag tightened, the man's groans, his squirting cock, and, bat of all, the exquisite feeling it gave her. She got so she could come herself, sometimes, while she brought a guy off. Those were the best times. She liked the idea of making a man feel so good.

It was only natural that it would finally happen. One afternoon they went to Barry's apartment, stripped, and fucked. There was practically no foreplay, they just lay down, be forced his cock in, and moved in and out. Sarah closed her eyes and imagined he was one of the boys at the pond years ago and had a violent orgasm. It frightened Barry so much that he didn't even come.

Sarah had wanted to get married, but Barry had a lot of school ahead of him and pointed out the wisdom of waiting. Sarah's parents, of course, concurred. With his heavy study load he didn't have enough time for Sarah and she often felt neglected. Their sex life fell into a schedule – Barry was a nut for schedules – and they fucked once a week, always on Wednesdays. Today was Wednesday.

Sarah let the smoke slide easily from her lips and watched Barry through squinted eyes. She was burning up inside, her belly churned, her thighs tingled and her cunt throbbed with excitement. She wanted to fuck so bad she could all but taste it.

Barry parked the car and Sarah looked at her watch. It was almost four o'clock.

"I can't stay late. Gotta be home by five-thirty. Mom gets mad as hell when I'm late," she said.

Barry frowned and she knew it was because she used the word hell. She threw her cigarette butt out the window. It was her third since leaving the hospital.

"Come on, let's go in," she said.

"What's the rush? We have lots of time," Barry said.

They had an hour. It took thirty minutes to drive her home, and Sarah didn't think an hour was lots of time. She wanted to spend an hour loving and kissing and feeling before they fucked. They never had, but she wanted to.

In the apartment, Barry proceeded to pull all the drapes and turn off all the lights. Sarah wondered why he always got the room as dark as he could. Didn't he want to look at her body? She certainly warned to look at his.

They undressed in the near darkness and got on the bed. She reached for him the minute his weight settled beside her. Their lips went together and clung tight. He was such a good kisser, so eager to sit and neck, but she wanted more, she wanted the hot erotic things she had always heard about. Ruth had told her about a guy who went down on her and the thought was an instant turn-on for Sarah.

She wanted to kiss and suck his nipples and wanted him to return the favor. He had never done more than feel her tits lightly. She wanted him to kiss her tits and nip them and suck at the nipples. Her tits felt hot and hard against his chest now.

And she had even imagined kissing him lower, yes, even kissing his cock.

She felt his cock hard against her leg. His prick was bot and it throbbed gently. "Oh Barry, Barry darling… yes, yes…" She whispered.

She felt his smooth body come up over her, his weight pressing down. It was an exquisite feeling and she was breathing hard. Her legs came open and allowed his hips to slip down between them. She slid her hand down their bodies and found his cock.

"No, I'll do it," he said, pushing her hand away. "Oh, Barry, get it in, do it, do it!" she moaned. It puzzled Barry that she was so eager and seemed to get more so all the time. It didn't make sense. After all, sex was mostly for his gratification anyway, wasn't it? It was just an urge that crept up on him occasionally and needed to be filled. It was easily channeled into a time and a place, and that time and place were here, his apartment, and now, Wednesday afternoon. Sex once a week was ample, often more than ample. He didn't understand why Sarah sometimes hinted at doing it at other times. Sometimes after just one good kiss she seemed to want to have sex. It worried Barry a little, but not right then – he was in need, too.

He pressed the tip of his cock against her ruby cunt lips and it went in. Sarah moaned and lifted with her hips. See… see how she is, he thought, and pushed his prick on in.

Sarah could feel the spit almost gurgling in her mouth. The feel of his cock sliding into hex pussy was so good she wanted to scream, to cry out. She wanted to urge him to – yes, to fuck her, fuck her hard! But she didn't dare.

"Barry, all of it, get it all in," she moaned.

She rocked under him gently, her starving cunt feasting on his prick. He felt so good on top of her with his cock buried so snug in her pussy. Then she thought of the size of the prick she had held in her hand that very morning. Barry's was quite pussy by comparison. In fact, it wasn't very large compared to most of the cocks she had seen. Then she was glad it was dark because bet face reddened with shame.

She tried to hold him close and caress him while they fucked, but he seemed to hold her off. He lifted up and then plunged his cock in and out. Fortunately, his low sex drive kept him from releasing quickly and he could fuck her for quite a while. But she knew he would jerk his cock out at the very best moment and grab the wad of tissue he kept on the bed beside them. He didn't want her on the pill and he certainly didn't want her pregnant, so he always came in a bunch of tissues.

She had her eyes closed and the feeling was really getting good. She wiggled as much as she dared and suppressed her squealing, but still felt the blessed orgasm take over her senses. God, how she wanted to go wild and scream and jerk and clamp her legs around him so he would have to come inside her.

She wanted to feel his come in her and on her. Maybe he would miss the tissue and come on her legs!

She relaxed, her eyes closed, and felt like she was floating in a pool of warm water with the tiny waves slapping between her legs. It was like bathing in a pool of orgasm with the soft excitement washing fresh each time he pushed his cock in and brought it back out. She hoped he would last a long, long time this afternoon. She needed it. Fuck the time, fuck her mother, she thought.

Barry was pumping hard and he was sweating. She liked the smell of his sweat. He gave a sharp grunt and she knew the fuck was over. "No!" she whispered, as she felt his wonderful prick jerk free. She felt deserted, empty, forlorn, forsaken. A couple of jerks into the tissue and Barry was finished. He fell back on his haunches, panting, a clump of tissues pressed against the head of his cock.

"We better hurry, Sarah, we took quite a while," he said and got off the bed.