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The Mémoires of an Anal Slut - 2
by Sungun (no address provided)

***

A closet lesbian sub's cumming of age story, and of 
her anal adventures. Grace was a 14 year old loner, 
when she was given a chance to join the cheer leading 
squad. Soon she had learned about her "potential" and 
discovered some hidden desires. (Ff-teen, nc, d/s, 
mast, oral, anal, medical, rom)

***

So it came to pass that Cindy Hamilton, the most 
beautiful girl in school and I became lovers. Not 
publicly, of course. This was a small town, and no one 
knew about lesbians, that is, publicly. Privately, as 
I was soon to learn, there was a livid lesbian scene 
going on in our town. But I am jumping ahead of my 
story. 

So, Cindy still dated, as head of the cheer leading 
squad, the required amount of jocks. Maintaining her 
'good girl' façade, while lubricating her way with the 
minimum required hand jobs, to make the few lucky guys 
feel 'special'. Men, Cindy figured from a very early 
age, are extremely easy to manipulate. All you have to 
do is pretend to submit, and then you can pretty much 
do what you want to. And what Cindy really wanted to 
do, was me. We did it, all the time, in every location 
possible. 

Of course, we could not be seen together. Outside 
practice, I was a sophomore, she was a senior. I was a 
flat chest, slim, nobody. She was prom queen material. 
Our pairing would immediately draw unwanted attention, 
which we both knew could be very perilous. So I 
contented myself to be at her service. 

Upon her request I stopped wearing my panties to 
school. She would drop hints, to come after school to 
a designated place such as the backwoods in the park, 
where anybody rarely went; go to the locker rooms when 
I could slip out of class or stay after practice. 
Cindy even managed to get hold of the keys to the 
janitor's closet.

Every time we met Cindy would bend me over, hike my 
skirt over my hips, and simultaneously masturbate me, 
vaginally and anally. Then I would drop down to my 
knees and eat her out, sticking a finger or two into 
her rectum, which would always make her spill her love 
juices into my mouth. Those encounters would be so 
intense I would come three or four time, over the 
course of our very brief time together.

Our true passion would only be expressed over 
weekends, where I would slip, unnoticed through the 
back entrance to Cindy's house. She would make sure 
that no one ever saw me come in, lead me upstairs to 
her bedroom, and would fuck me for hours on end. 

As time grew, Cindy became more and more dominant in 
her lovemaking. She was a natural born dom, and her 
requirements grew accordingly. She would tie me to her 
bed, stick a pair of her used undies in my mouth and 
ravage my anus. 

She would torture my nipples, pinching, tugging and 
pulling hard on them; attach pegs to my nipples, and 
even took to biting hard of various parts of my body, 
often leaving marks on my private parts. Cindy would 
bring me to the edge of orgasms and pull back, making 
me beg her for relief. By now, she was regularly using 
her 10' dildo on my ass. I became accustomed to her 
requirements. I knew that she loved me. She never 
really hurt me, and she did make me come dozens of 
times during each session. I was happy to be her sub, 
and never wanted more. 

For me, life was good. 

***

Then, one Monday about three month after we began our 
relationship, I was summoned to the nurse's office. 
The afternoon before was spent in a long fucking 
session with Cindy. My butt hole was still red and 
sore from her dildo play; fresh blue marks still 
covered my bitten nipples. 

As I entered her office nurse Mahr was seated behind 
her desk. Nurse Gillian Mahr was a stern looking Irish 
woman, in her late thirties. She was not unattractive, 
just very strict and plain. Her cheekbones were high, 
her skin white and smooth, but there wasn't a hint of 
makeup on her face. Her green eyes were looking at me 
from behind thinly framed glasses, her copper-brown 
hair was gathered neatly under her nurse's cape; her 
immaculate white dress was tight and revealed a 
shapely body with midsize breasts. 

"Sit down, Grace, Please," she invited me in. I sat 
down across her desk. Nurse Mahr reached out and 
opened up a file. "I see that you joined the 
cheerleader's squad recently." Her Irish accent 
somehow made her words ring. 

"I have," I replied, "about two month ago."

"I see. That's why you haven't taken the physicals 
with the rest of the girls, at the beginning of the 
year. Actually, for insurance purposes you're not 
allowed to practice with the team, unless you've 
passed your physical. Never mind, I'll do it now. 
Please take off your cloths, and we will start with 
your weights and measurements." 

My heart began pounding like an overworked pump. I 
wasn't wearing any underwear. And now I have to strip. 
SHIT. The nurse saw my hesitation. "What's the matter? 
Is that your time of the month?" Although it wasn't, I 
shook my head. "Don't worry, Grace. I just want to 
check you externally. It shouldn't be a problem. I'm a 
nurse, and a woman. Believe me, you're not the first 
girl I checked while she had her period."

Her voice was quiet and reassuring, but there was 
nothing compromising about it. She motioned me to go 
to the corner of the room and strip. 

Slowly I walked to the back, unbuttoned my blouse, 
removed it, unhooked my bra, and put it on the chair. 
I turned around sat down and unlaced my shoes, removed 
them with my sox and stood up. Although I wasn't 
looking, I could feel nurse Mahr's gaze upon me. I 
stood there, with my skirt around my waist, blushing 
furiously. 

"Well, Grace," said nurse Mahr, "we haven't got all 
day."

My fate was sealed. I had no choice. Here goes 
nothing. I undid my skirt and let it drop to the 
floor, standing naked in front of nurse Mahr. If she 
noticed, which she did, she didn't say a word about 
it. "Come, Grace, sit here on the edge of the table". 

As I sat on the examination table, nurse Mahr began a 
methodical examination. She looked through my ears; 
flashed a light in my eyes and looked at my throat; 
wrapped the blood pressure monitor around my arm; felt 
the glens, the back of my neck, my muscle tone. Her 
hands were strong, but gentle. She pulled a 
stethoscope and placed it under my right breast. Just 
where Cindy's teeth left their mark from last night's 
session. The bite didn't hurt, but it was one hell of 
a black and blue mark. Nurse Mahr could not have NOT 
seen it. "Hmm," was her only reaction. 
 
She moved the stethoscope to my left breast just above 
the heart. Then casually, began playing with my right 
nipple. I gasped. My heart started beating faster, and 
my pink nipple became erect as the nurse expertly 
fondled it between her thumb and forefinger. I knew 
that this should not be part of the examination, but 
my pussy was becoming familiarly moist, and reason was 
abandoned. Nurse' Mahr hands moved faster and 
stronger. She too, was breathing heavy. 

Then, abruptly, nurse Mahr pulled her hand away. 
"Okay, Grace, please lay flat on your tummy for me."

I lay on the table, and the nurse ran her hands all 
over my body. She stopped and checked each and every 
mark that Cindy left on me. I guess there were about 
half a dozen of them, or there about. And they really 
didn't hurt at all. 

One of them was on my right butt cheek. Nurse Mahr 
lingered on it for a while and then parted my ass 
cheeks in two, revealing my anus, my treasured pucker 
hole, my tormented, wrinkled anal ring. I heard her 
walking to a cupboard and opening a drawer, and turned 
around to look but "You just stay where you are, young 
lady," came immediately. 

It was pleasant enough but unmistakably stern. I lay 
my head down, trying to control the fear I felt 
crawling up my spine. I heard the clap of latex gloves 
being put on, and then the nurse returned with a jar 
of lube. She applied some on her finger. With her hand 
she exposed my butt hole, but then she seemed to 
change her mind. 

"Grace, I want you to stand on your hands and knees, 
please." I obeyed. "Now please lean forward and spread 
your legs a little wider. That's a girl." Her voice 
was hoarse. 

I was fully exposed all over, my ass sticking up in 
the air. 

She started to caress the back of my legs, and then 
moved on to my inner thighs. Her gentle touch on my 
sphincter sent buzzing feeling through my body. A 
finger started to slowly circle my anal ring. I felt 
it penetrate my anus. The nurse was very gentle, and I 
was in such an ease, that my muscles didn't contract. 
In and out the finger went, lubricating my rare 
entrance. A second finger followed, and a third, but 
after months of being anally massaged by Cindy, my 
rectum was adapt and posed no problem for the nurse's 
probing fingers. 

This didn't go unnoticed. I heard Nurse Mahr breathing 
heavily, as she began inserting and extracting her 
fingers from my anus, masturbating me. Her thumb found 
my pleasure button and started massaging it 
methodically, rhythmically. My autonomic nervous 
system took over. Like an ancient involuntary pleasure 
drill embedded in my DNA. I started rocking my hips 
back and forth, arching my back to extend the friction 
with her fingers. A wild sensation grew inside me. 

In less than a minute, Nurse Mahr managed to bring me 
to an intense orgasm. Like a bitch in heat, a primal 
scream came out of me, and I felt nurse Mahr's hand 
closing over my mouth to filter the noise, while her 
other hand continued to masturbate me. She continued 
to do so for the next couple of minutes. I must have 
cum about six or seven consecutive times, until I 
could bear no more. Exhausted, I collapsed on the 
examination table, and closed my legs tight around her 
hand to signal her to stop, panting rapidly. 

Nurse Mahr understood. 

Patiently she waited for several long minutes, until I 
caught my breath, gently stroking my back. Finally, 
she touched me gently on the shoulder and turned me on 
my back. I didn't resist, I was limp as a rag doll. 
Strange sensation of sweet fatigue consumed me. I was 
at this woman's mercy, to do with me as she was 
pleased. She picked up my leg, and bent it open, then 
took my other leg and did the same. I lay there with 
my folded legs spread open, while nurse Mahr leaned 
forward in between my legs and spread my vaginal lips. 
My female Juices were dripping down my thighs, and 
from my sphincter down onto the table. 

"Grace, hold your nether lips wide open for me," 
ordered the nurse. Silently, I reached my hands 
forward and opened my vagina as wide as I could. Never 
before had I felt so exposed, my pussy wet and 
dripping in front of the nurse. She reached with her 
latex covered finger and lightly touched my clit. A 
strong electric pain ran through my over stimulated 
body. I couldn't take any more. It hurt. 

Then, she let her finger trail downward to the 
entrance of my vagina. She entered the tip of her 
finger inside me and let my muscles ease around it and 
slowly inserted her finger into my pussy. I felt her 
finger ease through the inside, turning slowly, 
feeling the walls of my vaginal tunnel. 

Then, as she reached the barrier, I saw her eyes open 
wide. Nurse Mahr's finger reached and touched my 
hymen, and a look of utter surprise hit her face. She 
rose, and tried to regain her composure; looked down 
on me, and said in a slightly shaken voice, "That will 
be all for now, Grace. Dress up."

I silently closed my legs and sat up. 

"What time do you finish school today?"

"Half past two, Miss."

"Then you will come here right after class and we will 
continue your examination, do you understand?"

I didn't. Actually, I was about to go to Cindy's 
house. But this examination got in the way. "I don't 
think I can, nurse Mahr."

She slapped me hard on my face. 

The slap was so swift, strong and unexpected, that I 
didn't even see it coming. My cheek was red and a 
burning sensation was making its way up my face, as my 
brain was trying to figure out what has just happened. 
Dumbfounded I sat there, holding a hand to my cheek, 
too surprised to even cry. "You will be here at half 
past two, promptly, Grace. Is that understood?" I 
could only shake my head. Nurse Mahr nodded, and went 
back to her table. She sat down and began to fill out 
reports, completely ignoring me. I dressed quietly, 
and left. 

Nurse Mahr didn't even bother saying goodbye. 

***

At half past two I knocked on nurse Mahr's office 
door. 

"Come in," I heard her stern voice. 

As I entered, nurse Mahr was seated behind her desk. 
By now, all classes were finished. In the distance we 
could hear the last of the kids fleeing to the parking 
lot. The school itself was quiet. "Lock the door 
behind you, Grace," she said as I entered. 
 
I did as I was told; the memory of her slap still rang 
hard and clear in my ears. I didn't want to give the 
nurse another reason to be displeased with me. 

Nurse Mahr looked at me quietly for a few moments, 
letting my fears sink in deeper. She was in total 
control, and she knew it. Finally, she spoke weighing 
her words.

"You've been a naughty girl, Grace, haven't you?" I 
shut up. "Real naughty." I remained silent. "You see, 
Grace, I have been checking little, horny, girls like 
you, for many years. Along the way, I picked up on 
clews, giveaways, if you will. The things that young 
girls, like you, Grace, think they can hide, but 
really can't; not from me, anyway."

I didn't like where this was going. But I didn't think 
of anything I can actually do. 

"Would you like me to tell you what your giveaways 
were, Grace?" No answer was given, none was expected.
 
"To begin with, you weren't wearing any underwear. 
Now, that could have been explained if you would have 
soiled them during your period. But you don't have one 
Grace, do you?" I lowered my eyes and shook my head. 

"Then there were the bite marks. Usually that 
indicates rough sexual behavior. Either you were 
raped, or it was consensual. I watched your behavior, 
you're not traumatized. You like it. Yet your anus has 
clear indication of recent sexual activity. It's 
flexible and sensitive. Frequent use and the bite 
marks, means you are an active, participant; and a 
willing one. You also came very quickly, that's an 
indication of preference to the use of your anus, 
isn't it?" 

I remained silent. What was there to say?
 
"I would have bet, that you were a filthy little slut 
who lets some inexperienced boy play with her; a 
couple of boys maybe", continued the nurse, "But then, 
to my surprise, I found that your hymen is intact. 
Technically you are still a virgin. Is that true?" 
Again, I felt my face blushing and I nodded. Indeed, 
Cindy and I were saving my cherry for a 'special 
occasion'. She only masturbated my clit, but never put 
anything inside my vagina. 

"When I found you hymen I knew immediately what you 
were," said nurse Mahr, "I had to slap you, just to 
confirm. You know, deep down, that you deserve to be 
slapped, don't you?" 

Again I nodded. I was a slut. Everything was true. 
Remember Cindy, I told myself, you have to submit in 
order to get along. 

Nurse Mahr looked pleased.

"You, Grace, are a treasure. A virgin sub is so rare 
that, like a delicate flower, it must be cherished; 
your cherry must be plucked by someone experienced, 
who will fully use this rare opportunity". 

She stopped and looked at me. 

"Do you know what will happen when they will find out 
about your nasty little games, Grace? Do you?" I 
looked horrified. My parents will kill me, if they 
found out about Cindy. It would kill them; and the 
Principle? Word is bound to get out, it always does. 

"I don't think your friends will like you very much. 
Kids could be very cruel," said the nurse as a matter 
of fact. I felt tears rush to my eyes. 

"I am sure that they will send you away to one of 
those institutions, Grace. They won't reform you, mind 
you. Because I know for a fact that your tendencies 
can't be reformed. But they will try to, anyway. Would 
you like that? Would you like to have your life 
ruined?"

By now, I was openly crying. It hurt me so bad. I felt 
like I was worthless. My prospects seemed worse than 
death at that point. Nurse Mahr looked at me, letting 
me sob for a while, and then she pulled out a tissue 
from a box, and handed it to me.
 
"Or, I could keep this as a private matter between us, 
Grace, in confidence." I looked at her in disbelief. 
The prospect of a way out seemed like a miracle. 
"Would you like me to keep this matter private?" I 
nodded as fast as I could. 

"If this is what you want, I suppose I could 
accommodate you." I looked at her, through my tears. 
Maybe there is hope here. "But that depends on your 
good behavior, Grace. Do you understand?" Although I 
didn't, I shook my head. 

"Let me tell you how things are. You can decide not to 
cooperate with me, in which case I will fail you in 
your medical examination, and call your parents to 
tell them about your sexual activities. Or, if you 
fully cooperate with me, you will find that it is 
quite rewarding. Now, what shall it be?" I was 
trapped, and we both knew it. 

"P-Please Miss, I, I will cooperate. Please."

She looked at me quietly, and then, with a stern voice 
commanded, "Come here, bitch, now". 

Immediately I stood and walked over to her. She pulled 
me closer and pinched my nipples through my blouse. 
"You like this, don't you? You like it when somebody 
pinches you." Her hand reached underneath my skirt, 
and felt my moistened crotch. I wasn't wearing any 
panties, and the nurse Just stuck her forefinger in 
me. My pussy was already soaking wet. With her other 
hand she kept on pinching my right nipple. Then she 
slapped me again, the second time that day, but 
returned to pinching, only this time my left nipple. 

Hard and painful as it was, I felt electric currents 
running through my body. Then, too soon for my liking, 
the nurse pulled her finger out of my pussy and stuck 
it into my mouth. My juices tasted warm and salty, and 
smelled musky. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. 

"Sit, back in your chair, now."

I returned to my chair. My knees were shaking. I felt 
weak. 

"Are you having regular sex, Grace?" I shook my head. 
"I want an answer Grace, now."

"Ye-Yes Miss." 

"With a girl," This was not a question. I nodded 
again. "I thought so. Tell me what you do."

"I, I..." my voice was trailing off, I couldn't tell 
this woman our secrets. "We kiss and stuff..." I 
started. 

"What stuff?"


"Ah... We play with each other…"

"Yes... How?"

 "With fingers and toys."

"Only fingers and toys?"

"Sometimes we also lick each other's... Ahmm... 
pussies." I was furiously blushing. 

"And what else?"

"We kiss and sometimes she bites me, but not hard, 
Miss. I don't bite her, though"

"She?"

I kept quiet. Young as I was, I fully understood the 
predicament I was in. Being at the mercy of this 
woman, I was not about to implicate Cindy as well. 
Instinctively I knew I must keep silent. Nurse Mahr 
looked and me quietly for a while, contemplating what 
to do. Finally she spoke. 

"Okay, this is what's going to happen. I want you to 
come over to my house tonight at eight o'clock sharp. 
Here is a note to your parents that you will be with 
me, and I will drop you off when I finish with you. Is 
that understood?" I nodded and stood up, ready to 
leave. 

"Not so fast missy, first you are going to take care 
of me."

And with that, nurse Mahr stood, went over to the 
examination table, and unbuttoned the front of her 
white uniform dress. I gasped.

Underneath the dress, Nurse Mahr was wearing just a 
white garter belt that held up her white stockings and 
precious nothing else. Her stomach was flat and 
muscular, her breasts perk and lovely, with puffy pink 
nipples that looked delicious. 

She had the best body I have ever seen. Cindy was a 
girl. This was a woman. Nurse Mahr looked at my 
expression and smiled. "Come over here, Grace, and 
show me how you use your mouth on your dirty little 
friend." 

She lay back on the table and spread her legs wide. I 
walked over to the head of the table, and leaned over 
between them. Nurse Mahr spread herself wider, and 
moved her bottom to the very edge of the table.
 
I looked at her vagina. It was beautiful, the skin was 
very fair, and the pubis was completely and freshly 
shaved. I never saw a grown woman's vagina before. 
Definitely not at such close range. Obviously, it was 
bigger then I imagined. I could see that she was 
already soaking wet. Her outer lips were darker brown, 
as was her clitoral hood. The inner lips, that were 
spread as well, were in a lighter shade of pink, 
lubricated with her passion. I reached and exposed her 
clitoris; and slowly circled it with my fingers. 

Nurse Mahr groaned. 

I leaned forward, put my head between nurse Mahrs 
legs, I put my lips over her warm pussy and gently bit 
her clitoris. Nurse Mahr just groaned again, grabbed 
the back of my head and forced my face down into her 
pussy, "Eat it. Eat my pussy, you nasty slut."

I bit her clit hard. She squealed with pleasure and 
pain. I stuck two of my finger into her. In and out, 
in and out, and masturbated her furiously, as she 
rubbed her love juices all over my face. 

It didn't take long to pleasure her. Less than two 
minutes I think, and Nurse Mahr let out an earth 
shuttering scream as she reached her climax. She lay 
there for a minute or two, with my face still buries 
in her loins, her hands still holding the back of my 
head. Then she released me. 

"Thank you Grace," She finally said, "I needed this 
release, very badly." I smiled at her. "You're 
welcome". 

Then, I don't know why, I leaned forward, and with her 
love cream all over my face, I kissed her on the lips, 
like a lover. Like I practiced so many times before 
with Cindy. Nurse Mahr was stunned, but soon she 
opened her mouth and started exploring my mouth with 
her tongue. We kissed for a few moments, and then I 
broke away. 

Nurse Mahr was still lying on the bed. I could feel 
her eyes through my back. As I opened the door I heard 
her saying, "eight o'clock, sharp." 

But her voice was softer. 

***
      
That night I rang Nurse Mahr door. Conveniently 
enough, she lived not far away from my home, and I 
could walk to her place in less than ten minutes. She 
lived in a medium size house, surrounded by a nice 
cultivated garden. I was tense standing in front of 
her door. It was dark, and the light above the front 
door was off. The door opened, and I stepped through 
the dark entrance passage into the living room. 

As I entered the room and adjusted to the soft light, 
I turned to see nurse Mahr and stopped dead in my 
track. Nurse Mahr was standing beside me, but I didn't 
recognize her, at all. Her copper colored hair, soft 
and shiny, was now released and hung straight down, 
shoulder length like some 1950's movie star. Her 
glasses were gone, and I realized she had huge emerald 
green eyes. Makeup extenuated her high cheek bones, 
and lipstick made her lips soft and tempting. Her 
perfume smelled deep, sweet and intoxicating. 

The woman standing next to me was dead drop gorgeous.

She was wearing a black silk see through chemise. 
Underneath I could easily spot a garter belt, holding 
her black stockings, but literally nothing else. Her 
breasts were proudly standing without support, her 
puffy nipples clearly visible through the chemise that 
was loosely held by a soft silk belt around her hips. 
Her taut flat stomach ended with a smooth downward 
curve between her thighs. 

Nurse Mahr smiled at my apparent awe. She bent forward 
and lightly kissed me on my lips. I closed my eyes, 
and reciprocated. It was a lover's kiss, romantic and 
passionate and beautiful. Her tongue began touching 
mine, and then explored the inside of my mouth. We 
kissed passionately for a few minutes. Then she broke 
the kiss, moved back and told me to strip. 

I was wearing a loose sweater, with tight skinny jeans 
and flat heel boots. It was my coolest outfit, and I 
thought it made me look hot. Underneath I wore my 
favorite lingerie set, a matching black lacy slip 
panties and a lacy bra my mom bought me last time at 
the mall, 'for special occasions' of which nature, I 
wasn't sure. 

Nurse Mahr seemed to like what she saw. 

After I removed the bra, I stood there, in my black 
panties, hesitant. I was not frightened, just nervous 
about being nude in the presence of this gorgeous 
woman, who was about to use me for her pleasure. 

Nurse Mahr sensed my hesitation. 

"Turn around, Grace," she ordered. I did as I was 
told, glad that she took charge. "Now spread your legs 
wider, bend over and put your forehead on the couch". 
I leaned forward raising my ass in the air.

"Now, I want you to reach, and with both your hands 
pull down your panties." As I pulled my panties down I 
could feel her watching me expose myself. It was a 
thrilling sensation. I was bearing myself, to this 
beautiful, lustful woman, who wanted my body. Nurse 
Mahr came forward. She bent beside me, and spread my 
ass cheeks open. My anus was totally, lewdly, exposed 
to her touch; soon I felt her breath on it. 
"Beautiful," she whispered, "Oh, so very beautiful." I 
shivered with excitement. 

I felt her tongue traveling south from the small of my 
back, down to the top of my crack making its way to 
the center of my ass. Every nerve ending down my spine 
came to life. It was more than sexual pleasure, it was 
like a low battery had been attached to my nerves and 
was sending a low frequency signal up through my body 
to my core being. When her tongue reached my rectum, 
it was a feeling of revelation, as though this was 
what all the fuss was about. This was the real deal, 
adult sex. 

My pussy was aching for attention, but I couldn't 
speak. I just moved my hips, and soon the nurse's 
gentle hand was running up and down my wet slit. Her 
tongue penetrated my anal ring. The nastiness of a 
tongue up my bum, combined with the sensation from my 
body and the stimulation of my clit, exploded at once. 
The orgasm was so powerful, that I collapsed on my 
knees, besides Nurse Mahr. 

I was dizzy, I hadn't rested when I came home from 
school, and the strange turn of events of the day, 
drained me out. I wasn't exactly asleep, but I wasn't 
conscience either. In a state of haze I felt myself 
being picked up, and cradled like a child in nurse 
Mahr's surprisingly strong arms. I rested my head on 
her shoulder, and she led me to her bedroom. 

A large king size bed was located in the middle of a 
very large room. Scented candles filled the air with 
heavy, musky, oriental smell. She gently laid me down 
on the bed, and climbed in next to me. She stood on 
her knees and let loose the belt that held her 
chemise. When she removed it, I saw the most beautiful 
woman sitting next to me, naked save the garter belt 
that held her stockings.

She leaned forward and I began sucking on her 
strawberry nipple like a hungry child. Without 
breaking contact with my mouth she put her arms around 
me and pulled me to her. "Baby, baby, baby," she 
moaned. "That's it, baby; suck Mommy's tits." 
Hungrily, I obliged. I alternated between her nipples 
as I felt her hands ravage my pussy. 

Then she lay back, and I descended, kissing my way 
from her breast to her amazing abdominals, past her 
navel button, through her venues mound, ending in her 
clitoris. There was much urgency in my actions. "Yes, 
that's it, eat Mommy." She spread her legs wider as 
she begged me. 

I was furiously sucking and licking her pussy; 
ravaging it like a woman possessed. There was no 
foreplay or gentle caresses; we were full on fucking, 
like two bitches in heat. Nurse Mahr pressed her pussy 
to my face, and I was biting on her clit, while 
fingering her, three fingers at a time. Her passion 
was so intense that her juices creamed under my hands. 

But it wasn't enough to calm her heat. Her hunger for 
me ran deeper. She flipped me over on my back, and 
spread my legs apart, then climbed on top of me and 
grind her pussy into mine. I opened myself to her 
pleasure, receiving her like a wife would a husband. 
Her hips bucked back and forth slamming her clit 
against mine; her hard clit pressed against my own, as 
a male's cock would. She took my entire tit in her 
mouth and sucked it so hard; I thought she would rip 
it out. 

This was more than I thought I could bear. The 
pleasure consumed me. Somehow I managed to wrap my 
legs around her. My fingers dug deep into her back. I 
clung to her, like a survivor would to a shipwreck, 
and bit deep into her shoulder. Her pain must have 
flamed her passion because soon our bodies were 
covered with sweat. The intense friction continued 
building pressure, transforming my entire being into 
one long nerve pulsating in a deranged speed. Our 
pussies melted to one.

Nurse Mahr howled as a wolf does at a deserted moon; 
as she reached her pick. Seconds later I saw a yellow 
light exploding all around me and I came too. But it 
was no ordinary climax I experienced. I lay there, 
held tight under nurse Mahr's body, and felt orgasm 
after orgasm, wave after wave wash over my body. They 
started at the crown of my head, went through my body 
until they reached my toes, just to make way for 
another wave. I just came, and came, and came.

How long have I lay there? I honestly don't know. I 
lost track of time. But never again have I felt such 
pure, intense and unadulterated pleasure in my life. 

Finally when nurse Mahr rolled off me and lay to my 
side. I could literally see a warm glow around her. I 
looked at her and instantly knew that the amount of 
sexual pressure that was released in our intercourse 
is a very unique experience. It made me feel special, 
and proud, and for that I was extremely grateful. 
  
I leaned forward and kissed my lover's lips. 
 
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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