Chapter 3
Sharon T-, 35 years old, single, brunette, 5'2", 110 lbs. Registered Nurse.
I was working in hospitals eleven years before I first saw what a gold mine I'd stumbled into. Yes, I began working on a floor when I was twenty and it was only four years ago that it happened. I was working the eleven-to-seven shift, same as now, and making my rounds. I was on a pediatric floor, which is always very quiet at night, and the nurse's aide had gone down to the cafeteria for coffee so I was by myself. I slipped into this boy's room to check his pulse and temperature and when I got inside I had the shock of my life.
The night was rather warm and he'd kicked most of his covers off. The nightshirt the hospital gave all its patients had slipped and thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window I was able to get an excellent view of his prick. Mmmmm, what a lovely thing it was! He was just thirteen, barely beginning to get himself a growth of pubic hair, and I could just see the faint fuzz growing around the base of his rod, more like a golden halo than a growth of hair.
It wasn't the first prick I'd seen, of course; a nurse sees those things all the time. Sometimes you go into a patient's room and the guy literally waves the thing at you! But this was different; it didn't look hairy and gross and vulgar the way they look on a grown man; it looked sweet and tender and innocent. Not that it was a little boy's cock, you understand; it was man-sized in every respect! I suppose it was seven inches long, perhaps, and it had gotten as stiff as a board! He was probably having a sex dream; quite often they do at that age, you know.
I stood there beside his bed for several minutes, transfixed with awe and fascination. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and hotter; I was growing livid and swollen with desire. The lips of my pussy swelled out against my panties and then began to dribble pussy-juice down onto the material; I could feel the wetness leaking out of me and I knew that I'd soon have to pay a visit to the little girls' room and finger myself if I didn't take my eyes off his cock.
But I couldn't do that; it was too fascinating. Instead I leaned over and touched my lips to the head of his prick. In his excitement the foreskin had peeled back, leaving the head exposed, and it lay there at the top of the shaft like a gigantic turnip. Ordinarily I detest it when a man tries to make me suck his cock; they're usually so big and hairy. Some men, you know, don't even wash after being in a woman and more than once I've had men try to make me suck them when I could smell or taste another woman's pussy on them!
This was different he was so sweet, so innocent! I just popped my mouth over the head of his cock and began sucking, very gently, and then my pussy started going wild! I'd never gotten turned on like that before, not even in the most passionate moment, and I couldn't resist stuffing a hand between my thighs and rubbing my pussy through my panties. Oh, it was marvelous, feeling his hot prick against my tongue and my fingers pressing at the lips of my pussy!
"Hey, what.. , . ? " he mumbled, waking up with a fright. "Hey, you're the nurse! You're . .
"Yes, I'm sucking you," I said, lifting my face up and looking at him. "I came in to check your pulse and temperature and you were uncovered. I couldn't resist doing it; you looked so beautiful lying there with your cock so hard! Please, let me do it again! It's the most wonderful thing I've ever done!"
He was embarrassed and ashamed and afraid, but he was also very turned on. He told me later that it was the first time anyone had ever touched his cock, he wanted girls to do things to him but he didn't know how to approach them. I was only too willing and he didn't resist much. I have to admit, I never took my hand off his prick I was frigging him all the while, just to keep him in the mood and he consented to let me do it some more.
"I can't help it!" he moaned. "It's so good!"
"I'll do it to you," I promised. "See, I've got my other hand between my own legs; I'm doing it to myself at the same time! I'm rubbing my pussy! Have you ever felt of a pussy? Have you ever run your fingers into a woman's hot, slippery cunt?"
He hadn't but he was sure in the mood to try it, so I moved around a little so he could slip his hand up between my things from the rear. I was too excited to bother with taking my panties off, or even down, so I just made him get his fingers in through the leg. By that time I wanted to feel him on me, not feeling me through my panties! I nearly shrieked when I felt his fingers running over the hot, sweaty lips of my pussy.
"Put them in me!" I muttered, spreading my legs out wide and bending over him. "Find my cunt and finger-fuck me! Agghh, it's driving me crazy! I'm dying to come!"
"Your mouth, it's the best thing I ever felt!" he grunted when I got him between my lips again. "Oh, you make me want to come!"
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" I said, grunting around the head of his prick just to let him know that I was agreeing with him.
Oh, was that ever marvelous! He got himself a come right away, a real quivering jolt of sexual joy that ran all over his body, but I was surprised to find that it was a dry come. Later, when I did some research, I learned that it wasn't at all unusual for a youth to be able to experience the sensations of a climax before he could actually spurt out the come. Even if he was a little immature for the kind of action I was giving him, I enjoyed it to the fullest. I even think it was better that way; I learned to enjoy getting the feeling out of him before I had to face up to the fact that sooner or later I'd get myself a mouthful of hot, sticky come.
That's always been one of the parts about straight fucking that's done most to turn me away from it. I simply detest lying there, pinned beneath an aggressive, panting, hairy male and feeling him squirt that stuff into the most intimate part of my body! And it's always so sticky and messy later, when it runs out and gets all over your thighs and dries in the hair around your pussy. I've learned to get a lot of enjoyment out of sucking a boy all the way but that's a recent thing. Now I prefer to take them that way; it's a lot less messy, since you can swallow every drop of the sperm and there's nothing left to stain or muss your clothing. Besides, it just feels good, having them squirt that hot stuff into your mouth, filling you so full you've really got to swallow hard before it drips out or drowns you. And do they ever love it!
I managed to slip in at least one visit every night as long as that lad was in the hospital. Usually he'd put his hand between my legs and run his fingers into the mouth of my cunt as I sucked him off.
That wasn't so important to me, after that first time I seemed to get enough enjoyment just by doing it to him. Sometimes I'd come, always at the moment he began to come if I did it at all, but that didn't matter much the important thing, it seemed, was to make it happen to him.
He swore he'd look me up after he got out of the hospital but I didn't encourage that a bit. I mean, what would the neighbors think if they saw a boy like that coming in and out of my apartment? No thanks, I certainly don't need that kind of trouble! And besides, if they my "conquests," as I like to think of them began visiting me at home they would probably want to start fucking me and that's something I don't want to bother with. If a lad wants to finger my pussy while I'm taking his cock into my mouth, I'll permit that but I certainly don't want his prick in that part of my body!
After I'd learned what a potential treasure I had on my floor I began paying special attention to my male patients. It's not as easy as it might sound, because some of them are much too young to be interesting and others are too sick to be able to perform. The ones with broken bones, or the one who've been brought in for observation, they're the best because usually they can function almost normally. I've found that the best ages are thriteen to fifteen.
If they're younger than thirteen, they usually get too shy or embarrassed and that ruins it for me; if they're older, they're toolikely to be hairy and gross. I usually make a preliminary investigation when I'm bathing them or giving them an alcohol rub. If I run my hand down there and I feel this great mass of fully developed pubic hair, that settles it; I simply don't pursue the matter any further. But if there are just the beginnings of a growth, then I follow it up. They always get stiff when I rub them anywhere close to their pricks; young boys are amazingly virile, I've found, and they can keep their pricks stiff forever.
"My, what do we have here?" I said one morning when I was slipping a quick feel of a good looking fourteen year old. "This ought not to be; you're too young to be having a condition like this!"
"I can't help it," the lad told me, blushing furiously. "Whenever a girl starts feeling me like that, or if I even think about it, I get that way!"
"You must be more mature than I thought," I said, fastening my fingers around his cock it was a nice, big, fat one and starting to work my fist up and down. "My, you're so hard! So warm! So big!"
That always gets them much more interested, telling them that they're big. They all haye this silly idea that the bigger their cock, the more manly they are. I've found that there is absolutely no correlation between the size of a boy's prick and the quantity of come he can shoot out; I was almost drowned once by a boy who had only a little four inch cock. It was small, sure, but my how he could come!
"Let me have a look, will you?" I said, pulling the sheet back to expose the treasure I'd found. "I love to look at these; they're so exciting!"
"Okay, but you ought to let me see yours too," he said, giving me a start because that was the first time a boy had ever specifically asked to see my pussy.
He wasn't content just to feel of it through the leg of my panties; he really wanted to look at it. I hesitated a moment but he seemed so eager that I just couldn't refuse him. I stepped back and took my panties off, putting them in the pocket of my uniform, and then I lifted up the hem until it was around my waist.
"There it is," I whispered, moving close so he could get a good look. "It's hot and wet; I always get that way when I see a beautiful prick and want to do things to it!"
"What kind of things?" he said, reaching out and running his finger over the lips and touching my clitty.
"I want to suck you!" I muttered, biting my lip I was getting so excited. "I want to take your cock in my mouth and suck it, love it, tongue it until you come! That'll make me come too and I need it!"
"Do it to me," he said in a real low, tense voice. "I've never had my dick sucked off before; I'd like to see what it feels like!"
"I'll make it good for you," I promised, taking his prick back into my hands and working the skin back and forth, just as if I intended to jack him off. "I'll make you want it more than anything and then I'll suck you dry! I'll drink the come out of your balls!"
"Do it!" he moaned, getting very excited and working his hips up and down so that his cock slid in and out of my grip. "Oh, do it to me! I haven't been able to come since I got here; my balls are killing me!"
Oh, my, did he ever come! I'd worked him up to just the right degree of excitement and so soon as he felt my lips closing around the head of his rod he let go with everything he had. All that sweet, scalding, tender young cream came cascading out the head of his dick, shooting all over the back of my mouth, and I just gobbled it! Over and over, he shot the stuff out until I thought sure he would exhaust his balls and wouldn't ever be able to come again. I didn't care about that, though; I was only interested in the here and now.
"Mmmmm! Ooohh!" I groaned, sucking him even harder and frigging him with my hand at the same time so' he would shoot even more of that precious jism into my mouth.
I sucked him until his prick was completely dead. I'd come too; just the thought of getting that much come in my mouth makes me tingle all over and as soon as I realized that he was going to shoot a big load, my poor pussy just went wild. He helped, of course, by jabbing his fingers into me, but he really didn't know very much about how to handle a woman's pussy; the best part of it was just feeling his big cock swell up and spit out that come over and over.
That's one shortcoming of those young fellows: there aren't any of them, hardly, that really know how to make love to a woman. They always want to jab their fingers up you; they almost invariably think that the stronger they finger you the better you'll feel. That's one reason I don't really go out of my way to have them do it to me, they just don't know how to handle an excited, fully aroused, tender pussy!
Who cares about that? I don't mind if they never touch me. Sometimes I'll do it to myself if I'm in the mood; I mean, at the same time that I'm doing it to them. It isn't difficult to reach down and get your finger on just the right spot, not when you've got a mouthful of hard cock to play with, to enjoy, to coax into spurting out one of those tremendous gushes of hot, sweet, salty come!
Occasionally I've run across a boy who's different. I remember this one kid, a big, husky blonde of about fifteen who hadn't developed quite as much as most youths of that age. I mean to say, he hadn't completely gone through puberty; as for his interests and inclinations, they were as fully developed as you could hope to find! I'd succeeded in getting him hard, which was no great achievement in itself, but after I'd pulled down the sheet and examined his cock it was about average size, nothing extraordinary there he said something that really brought me up short.
"Do it to yourself!" he whispered, looking at me with hot, glowing eyes. "Let me see you do it to yourself!"
"What? With my fingers, you mean?" I asked, almost floored by that request. No boy had ever wanted to see me do that before. "You want to see me masturbating?"
"Yes! It's the most exciting thing in the world," he replied. "I make Sally, my steady girlfriend, do it to herself all the time. She loves to do it for me. And after she's done it to herself, made herself come three or four times, then we fuck!"
Well, of all the scandalous things I ever heard of! I'd seen a cute little blonde, a round-heeled bitch of about fourteen or so, visiting him in his room but I'd never thought that she would be that far along toward knowing about such exciting things. Yes, the idea of masturbating while he looked on excited me and almost as soon as he'd finished asking the question I'd started pulling my panties down.
"You've got a nice cunt," he said. "Sally doesn't have nearly as much hair on hers; I think yours is a lot prettier!"
"How does Sally do it to herself?" I asked, running my fingers down alongside the lips and prying them apart so he could see my clit and the inner lips and all the inside parts. "What does she like to do?"
"She just rubs her clitty a little," he said, "and she's gone! She can come in almost no time at all."
"I like to run my fingers in and spread the mouth of my cunt as wide as I can," I told him, deciding that he might like to see that better than just a plain clit rubbing. "It's so much more like fucking; I guess that's why I like it that way."
"Go ahead," he said. "Bring yourself off and then, if you'd like to, I'll do it to myself!"
"I was hoping you'd let me suck you," I whispered, running my fingers in deep and grunting at the feeling it gave me. "I really love eating a good, hard, hot dick; that's the best way of all for me.
"You can eat me," he said. "I'll jack off at the same time and you can have it all when I come!"
I was getting more and more excited from the way his eyes lit up when he watched my fingers working on my cunt. It was the first time I'd ever put on a show for anybody and I was surprised myself at how exciting it was to run my fingers in and out while he watched. I got two fingers in the mouth of my cunt and dug them in deep, holding myself up as high as I could so he could see it even better.
"I'm getting there!" I gasped out suddenly, feeling my cunt tighten up and get ready to let go with a come. "Oohh, it's good, I'm coning! Agghh! Ugghh!"
He was jacking himself off at the same time and the sight of his prick working in and out of his fist was just the added bit of excitement I needed to come really well. The love-juice poured out of me, running down into my fingers and gushing out of my pussy. I wiggled back and forth, pressing my slit into my fingers over and over, and then I couldn't stand it any longer. I dropped my hands down but he insisted that I put my fingers in his mouth; he wanted to taste the come on them! That made me all the more pleased with him and after he'd licked them off I bent over him and just devoured his cock.
"Oh, you're doing it to me!" he muttered, stiffening his entire body and shoving his rod up further into my mouth until I thought sure it was going down my throat. "My balls! My cock! They're coming off! Ooohh!"
I had his balls cupped in my hand and I could feel them quivering as they began pumping out the hot, thick cream. His cock swelled up almost to double its normal size that first time, he came so hard, and the cream just shot into my throat. I guess he came harder than just about any boy I've ever had, although it didn't last very long, but when he finished I really knew that he'd let go with a blast.
"Hey, I forgot," he murmured after he'd recovered a little. "I was going to do it to myself so you could watch!"
"That's all right," I told him. "I'll stop back by your room in a little while, or if I can't I'll look in on you tomorrow night. You'll be able to show me then. And I'll remember to ask you, don't worry about that!"
The truth is that after I'd come I was so eager to get my mouth over his cock that I forgot all about his promise to show me how he did it to himself. I guess he was pretty excited too because he never tried to stop me from going down on him. When I came in to work the next night, however, he'd already been discharged and I didn't get to see him do his stuff for me.
He'd given me an idea, though, and I decided that the next time I came upon a likely prospect I'd try to get him to perform for me. The next two boys I had weren't old enough to shoot out any come, however, and I had to be happy with just sucking them off until their little cocks fairly hummed with sexual delight not that I felt very bad about that, you can be sure!
The boy who finally delivered for me didn't take much coaxing. He was a very well developed fifteen year old and, the first time I sucked him off, he said that it was the second time that day he'd had himself a come.
"You probably did it to yourself," I said.
"No, my girl friend was here," he told me. "She gave me a hand job and then sucked me when I started creaming."
That gave me the idea and I asked him if sometime he'd jack off so I could see him shoot his come. He was a coy little rascal, though, and he made me promise to let him see me finger-fuck before he would come through for me. I agreed to come back the next night and give him a little show in return for the treat he'd promised me.
He was asleep the next night when I finally got enough time to be able to pay him a Mtle visit. I woke him up by playing with his cock, sucking it and working the foreskin back and forth with my fingers. He woke up with a ferocious erection and when he saw that it was I who'd been playing with him he was instantly ready to go.
"You go first," he said. "Then I'll jerk off, I promise. You can suck me when I come if you want to!"
I got my panties off real quick and lifted my uniform so he could see my fingers going in the mouth of my cunt. I'd been thinking about it ever since I'd come on the floor that evening and it didn't take me but just a minute or two and I was really creaming all over my fingers. I had myself a very satisfying come and then I let my skirt down and told him to go ahead.
"This is the way I do it," he said, wrapping his fist around that big, hard rod and starting to pump it up and down. "I usually try to think about a really nice pussy I've seen or felt of lately. Right now I'm thinking about that big, hairy gash between your legs!"
"It's still hot and wet," I murmured, keeping my eyes on his cock all the time. "And when I feel your come shooting out in my mouth it ll be even wetter!"
He gave his cock a few more strokes and then he lurched up, stiffening his entire body.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" he muttered.
"Let me have it!" I whispered, bending over him. "I want to suck you off! Mmmmm! GUbbff!"
I took his come, every drop of it, and it was really hot and strong. When boys begin to mature, you know, their come has a stronger, saltier taste and isn't nearly as pleasing, or I don't like it as much as when they've just gotten able to shoot off. That's when it's the nicest, I think, and as far as I'm concerned it's the sexiest, most exciting thing in the world, helping a young boy ejaculate for the first time and tasting his rich young sperm as it shoots into my mouth.
In fairness to the nursing profession, we must admit that Sharon is an extremely atypical example of her calling. Very few nurses take' advantage of their patients in the way that she loved to do. At the same time, we must also point out that her work record was an extremely good one. By all accounts, she was an efficient, capable nurse and except in this one area an extremely conscientious one.
Sharon's predilections can best be understood by focusing upon one part of her narrative, that dealing with the two boys who persuaded her to masturbate for them. Her readiness to indulge their adolescent wishes is highly significant. One noted writer on sexual problems has noted that, "especially in persons whose libidinal development has suffered disturbance, their own selves are taken as the model. They seek themselves as a love-object and their type of choice of love-object may be termed Narcissistic." (Havelock Ellis, Studies in the Psychology of Sex, vol. II, pt. 2, p. 358.)
The same authority goes on to remind us that "we must sharply distinguish between self-seeking egoism and libidinous Narcissism which rests on an overvaluation of the subject's own body. It is an attitude characteristic of the child...." (Ibid., p. 360.) There are several bits of evidence to be found in Sharon's case history which, considered in the light of these questions, help to understand her fondness for fellating young boys.
First, consider her aversion to having men ejaculate in her vagina. This fastidiousness suggests that she did not want that organ "soiled" by the orgasmic liquid and that she wanted to preserve it inviolate. Second, we must emphasize the subjects whom she chose as her sex objects: young boys whom she deliberately discouraged from trying to see her again once they had left the hospital. This reluctance to continue her affairs suggests that she did not want a prolonged relationship with any male, surely strong evidence of her emotional immaturity. Finally, we return to her willingness to demonstrate her masturbatory prowess for those young boys who demonstrated an interest in that activity. This readiness to show off her sexual skills suggests a fascination with her own body, one that supplies the final key to understanding her unusual preferences and mode of satisfying them. We conclude that Sharon, a typical Narcissist, found her sexual urges too strong to be satisfied through masturbation but also could not give up her fascination with herself long enough to form a mature, lasting relationship with a man. Thus she turned to young boys, who supplied her with sexual delights which she came to value above all others.