From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Lesbian Nurse Gets It In The Butt (MF, anal)
Date: 24 Jan 1996 23:26:32 GMT

		     Lesbian Nurse Gets Buggered

	By the time I got back home that evening John was fast asleep
in bed. I had cuddled up with Angela for a while after our experience,
and she had reassured me about what we had done. I was tired, but my
mind was in a turmoil. I sneaked into bed and dozed off, my mind
blurred.

	I woke to feel a stiff cock pressed up between my bottom
cheeks, it's hot head butting against my spine. In my dreamy half-
asleep state, last night merged with now and I thought it was somehow
Angela's prick, by some miracle. John's familiar hairy legs put me
right; I said nothing.

	I lay on my side, with my legs drawn up slightly, John behind
me. I ground my bottom against him, feeling the dimensions of his cock
as I moved against it, caught in my bottom-groove. I felt an itch in
my bottom from last night with Angela. I reached out, swivelling on my
bum so it pressed harder against him, and took the bottle of hand
cream from the bedside table. John's big hands caressed my breasts as
I relaxed back on the bed. I splurted a gob of hand cream out on to my
hand, and reached around to take hold of his cock. Still with my back
to him, I spread the hand-cream over his dick and ran my hand tightly
up and down it, giving him a smooth, slow hand-job. His breathing
became ragged as I worked.

	After a few moments I said, "Give me your hand." He held out
his hand, and I pressed the hand cream out on it. "Put your finger in
my bottom," I said. He hesitated, but I resumed my slow up-and-down
motion on his stiff cock and his hand reached down between my cheeks.

	First he ran the side of his hand up and down between by
bottom-cheeks, spreading the hand cream in the groove, teasing my cunt
at the end of every stroke.

	When it was all slick, his forefinger pressed against my anus,
at first softly, then harder. He wiggled his finger, and entered about
half-an-inch. I shifted my bottom towards his hand, and continued to
jerk him off slowly. He took the hint and pressed in more. Once he was
partially in, his whole finger slipped up there. I had to let go of
his cock - my other hand was busy flicking and pressing at my
clitoris, and I needed to squeeze my nipples real bad.

	"I need your cock," I said to him.

	"In there?" he asked, wiggling his finger in my bottom.

	"I want to be buggered," - the word spilled out, how dirty it
sounded! - buggered in my arsehole by his thick stiff pole.

	I let out a small noise, my nipples tingled. I wanted taking,
the taking of me. He gently slipped his finger out, and reached over
for more hand cream. He pushed at my thigh to indicate I should take
the doggy position, but it was not right; instead I turned on my back
and stuffed a pillow under my back. I raised my legs in the air and
gathered them in an arm. My cunt and bottom-hole were presented to
him. "No - like this," I said, "I want to see."

	He knelt in front of me, and presented his purple-headed tool
against my tiny button-hole. He squeezed hand cream on it. "Stop me if
I hurt you," he said, looking at me. I stared up at him, a
magnificent sight, with that thick pole about to bugger me. "Put it in
me!" I groaned.

	Heat and itchy burning in my bottom was driving me wild. He
pushed the blunt weapon at my anus, it felt good, huge, about to
enter, but it wouldn't go in. He reached down and wiped the thick head
up and down, up and down in my wet cunt - oh, so nice, but I needed it
- I needed - in my little hole, tickling there - Angela had...

	He slipped his dick down between my cunt lips until he was at
my anus again, and pressed once more. I concentrated on what Angela
has done last night, in my mind, and wiggled my bottom slightly as he
pushed, and it began to enter. He eased it slowly in, until an inch or
so was inside. I was stretched; it hurt a little. He paused. I used my
muscles down there to squeeze his hard thing.

	"I want all your cock in me, I said. Our eyes locked. I
rested my upright legs against his shoulders and gripped his arms with
my hands. I stared into his eyes. "Bugger me, John, all of your cock,
oh you, big, big... "

	As I gazed up at him, clutching his arms, he pressed forward
slowly but surely, until half his cock disappeared within my bottom. I
moaned out, impaled. One of my hands left his arm and fingered my cunt
urgently - I was coming, coming on his stiff fuck. "Fuck me!" I
husked. The walls of my rectum must have been giving his cock a
powerful massage - I could feel his shifting length in me, taking me.
He drew it back, pressed it forward, further this time, I felt. Again
and again he drew it out and pressed it in. A pulsing pleasure started
in my rectum in time with his thrusts.

	It grew - grew - I gripped his arm, it must have hurt him. Its
fire suddenly spread over my whole bottom and tummy - I came like
never before, his cock in my bottom thrusting. My jerkings and inner
spasms were too much for him, his stroke grew slower and stiffer,
through my pleasure I saw his face wild, sweat on his brow, as he
thrust his cock in all the way. He was muttering, but I heard him,
woozy though I was with pleasure, "Take that cock - cock up your ass,
boy, ass suck my cock."

	His cock slammed in, his thighs hard against mine, soft; this
his last, a pause with a hoarse sniffle and I could feel it pulse
powerfully as he spurted, and the hot, wet slap of his come coating my
insides. His tense body crouched panting over me as he came, his body
covering me. His hands reached to my shoulders and his weight

	pressed down on me, holding me trapped to him, an insolence of
power to keep me for his come, to make me, but I wanted to.

	As I looked up at his body, my fingers worked at my clitoris
and pressed painfully at my nipples, tweaking them hard until they
slipped out from thumb and forefinger on the slippery hand-cream - I
took more pleasure from him.

	Finally I was finished; the pleasure drained, his softening
tool was uncomfortable in my stretched anal canal. I eased forward,
away from him, and felt it slip back, and finally flop out with a warm
wet drip of his come on my thigh. His big hands reached around and
cupped my breasts. His juice leaked slowly from my still-stretched
bottom, wetting my back. I felt detached, completed, pleased but
silent. I had not forgotten the unguessed-at perversity of what he had
said.