Nursing School SeXStoRY

Angelina Diaz had just graduated from nursing school. It had been a long and difficult road but was the fulfillment of a dream that took root in high school. Working first as a teenager as a Candy Striper and later as an aide in a nursing home, mostly cleaning up of rooms, patients, and the dirty jobs the regular nurses were loath to touch. She enjoyed working with people, especially the elderly. Of course, just having received her RN degree, the elderly to the young 21 year old nurse at that time included anyone over 40 years of age. During high school, because of her dedication to the hospital and nursing home she worked at, she didn't have much of a social life. It wasn't until college she really started to date. At 5-4, 105 pounds, long reddish-blonde hair, and pretty face; she was a striking, statuesque beauty. Once in college, the male students and even professors took notice of her and tried to get close to the young nurse, but her studies always came first. This remained true until her last year when she began her orientation at the university hospital. At the hospital she met Dr. Richard Picardi. He took a liking to the attractive young nurse and immediately befriended her. He had been with the hospital almost 25 years. At about 55, he was an attractive man to her, but more of a father figure and mentor to her. Working the third shift, where all the new nurses seemed to get stuck, he would come in early in the morning to make his rounds. He always had a kind word for "Nurse Angela" as he called her. Taking her under his personal tutelage, he would take her on rounds with him when she wasn't too busy. She would meet his patients and listen attentively as he talked to them explaining in detail, more for her benefit than anyone else, their medical conditions and options. Sometimes, when her shift would end at 7:00 a.m. he would invite her to the hospital cafeteria for coffee to discuss his patients and quiz her on medical procedures. Sure, the other nurses were jealous, but she welcomed the attention of the older doctor and all that he was teaching her. It was during this time she started dating a young male nurse named Jason. Because of their hectic schedules, there wasn't much time for dating. Working all night, coffee with Dr. Picardi in the morning, and then some sl**p before starting the routine all over again, she and Mike had very little quality time together. Somehow, though, the relationship with Mike continued to blossom. It wasn't long before the late afternoon bedtime before going to the hospital at night were spent with Jason. Although she had never had sexual relations with a man before, the first day together in bed she felt an insatiable urge to try something. She wasn't sure what, but there was a hungering deep within her that stirred in her loins lying next to Mike in bed that first afternoon. Removing his pajama top, Mike took her in his arms and kissed her. His hand moved slowly to her breast. It wasn't the first time a man had touched her like this, but it was the first time she was in bed with another man. Angelina’s head was spinning and she was in a weakened state as she felt her panties being pulled down over her hips and down her long legs. As her panties slid down over her hips and one leg lifted instinctively up to help remove them, she suddenly snapped back to reality for a moment. She had always planned to save herself for that one special guy in her life she would spend the rest of her life with. "Mike, stop, please stop a minute, I can't do this," she said. "Angelina, what, I don't understand, it's okay. I know you're nervous." "No, it's not that, you don't understand. Jason, I want to do this, but I can't; I made a promise to myself a long time ago." "You're right baby, I don't understand. This is shit! I'm so turned on now and what, nothing?" Gazing down at the tent in his pajama bottoms she could tell exactly what he was talking about. "Mike," she tried to explain, "I've been saving this moment, what this is leading up to, for the man I marry someday." "Angelina, this is bullshit! There's a name for women like you. You're nothing but a cockteaser. Yeah, I want to fuck you and don't give me this crap you don't want to do it, that you're saving yourself." "Mike, really, I'm sorry, I am." "Then why the hell did you get in bed with me wearing panties and a T-shirt?" he asked her. She could hear both anger and frustration in his voice. "Maybe there's something else we can do, but I can't do that, I can't fuck you, Mike." Sensing her starting to emotionally pull away, he tried a different approach. "I understand, Mike, I really do," he told her. "It's just that you make me so horny, I mean hot, you know, I just want to be with you, maybe forever the way I feel about you." "Mike, we hardly know each other. That doesn't even make sense." "Angelina, we've known each other a long time. Angelina, I love you, I really do!" "Come on, get real, we don't really know each other that well." Pulling his pajama bottoms down to his knees, he told her, "Look Angelina, look at this. You think this is fair? You can't leave me like this." "Listen, Mike, I'm excited too, I'm sorry, I just can't go all the way." "Just touch it then, that's all, just touch it." He sounded like he was almost pleading with her now. Fixing her eyes on his hard cock, she studied it closely. She had seen so many before when inserting catheters, but this was different. A clear liquid leaked from the hole of his cock. More out of curiosity than anything else, she reached her hand down placing it over the top. There was a smooth feel to the head, made even smoother as she rubbed the precum over the top with the palm of her hand. Just that slight touch made his body jump and hips push out and into her hand for more. She continued to run the palm of her hand over the velvety head. A small fire started to burn inside of her. The spell was broken when Mike said in a hoarse voice, "Angelina, take it in your mouth, do that for me, that'll be okay." "Mike, I don't know." "Angelina, you can't leave me like this. It feels too good. It's not like fucking. You won't be breaking any rules or going beyond any boundaries you've set. Do it, just like you suck Picardi's dick!" "Fuck you! What the hell are you talking about?" "Everybody knows!" "You fucker, I don't know who everybody is, but everybody is wrong! I'm leaving!" "Angelina, wait, I'm sorry, maybe I was wrong, I mean that's what people say. Somebody even heard Picardi say it to someone I guess." "Well, you guessed wrong!" Removing her hand from the head of his rock hard cock, Angelina started to get up from the bed. Mike grabbed her arm pleading with her. He told her how sorry he was and that he himself never believed the stuff about Picardi. "Just stay with me, Angelina," he said desperately pleading with her now. "You don't have to do anything, just stay, please." It may have been her inexperience with men, but she stayed. She believed him. She didn't really feel bad for him, but did feel sorry for the condition she had put him in. Picardi, she could deal with him later. "Alright Mike," she said, "I'll stay. Just please don't push anything, okay?" "I won't, just do what you were doing before, if you're comfortable with that. It really did feel good." Looking back down, he wasn't as hard as he had been before, but his balls seemed so swollen. Although she had never done it before, she wrapped her fingers around the semi-erect shaft and moved her hand up and down slowly. It was only a matter of moments before his hard-on was raging again. The wet juice started dribbling out again and his hard cock jerked and quivered in her hand. As her hand continued to glide up and down the shaft, she watched in fascination as the precum started to flow more steadily out. Placing her hand back over the top of full grown cock, she felt it again. Running her fingers and hand tentatively around just under the head, she saw his hips starting to move again. Her hand continued to move in a more unrestrained motion. Her eyes stayed fixed on the head watching it twitch. The love juice continued to ooze out of his dickhead. There was something about the clear liquid that fascinated her. It was almost an uncontrollable rush of power she felt pushing her head down to the tip to taste the precum. There wasn't really any taste, but a soft, wet feeling on her tongue as she slowly licked the juice into her mouth. She continued to lick and suck more feverishly taking the drink he offered into her mouth. Her thirst for precum was unquenchable as she swirled her tongue around the top of his cock and just under the head scooping up the dripping pre-fuck juice. It was only by accident she discovered she could milk more of the flowing nectar from the burgeoning cock by pressing her fingers under his balls, squeezing the shaft and moving her hand upward at the same time. She loved the feeling of the warm liquid in her mouth. It was the first time she had ever felt or tasted it and perhaps, because of her inexperience, she didn't understand anything about cause and effect as the thickly veined cock began to convulse in her mouth. Unknowingly, she had slowly taken it further in her mouth, still sucking and licking while her hand moved slowly up and down squeezing the hard shaft in her fist. Mike's cock was throbbing in her mouth now. His hips pushed in and out, a little harder and faster. His hands grabbed her head as his hips thrust up one final time. The eruption of his cum starting deep within his balls traveled the length of shaft. She could actually feel it rushing up before it shot hard in her mouth. When the first blast hit, she started to pull her head away but his hands held her head even tighter. The hot cream ran over her tongue and filled her mouth. The second and third shot from the hot cock jumping in her mouth filled it even more. Another small, short burst, and Mike was done. She held the steamy load that filled her mouth without swallowing at first. There was a salty taste to the thick cream in her mouth. The taste was different than the precum, but only because it had a taste. She liked the feel, texture, and taste. It just felt good in her mouth. She continued to hold the cum in her mouth, along with Mike's cock. The once proud cock became softer in her mouth. Fighting back the urge to let it run out of her mouth, she swallowed his load down, a little at first, then more until it was gone. An almost delirious feeling made her body hot as the cum slid easily down her throat. She knew at that point she was a cum lover! She wanted more, but the flaccid cock in her mouth held no more of the creamy treat for her. The young nurse knew enough from school about human sexual response she would have to wait, but she was willing. She continued to suck and nip at the cockhead in her mouth. Mike's body jerked involuntarily as she did. All of a sudden he pulled out of her mouth completely. She tried to chase his cock with her mouth but he put his hand over the top. "Not now, Angelina, that was great!" his raspy voice called out. "We have to get some rest, we have to work tonight." Angelina was angry. She didn't want him to do anything. She could feel the wetness between her legs. There was as much pleasure in doing it as there would be in anything he could do for her she thought and now he was holding back what she craved most. "Fine," she told him. He should have been able to tell by the tone of her voice she was aggravated, but if he knew, he didn't seem to care. Closing her eyes to get some sl**p, she wanted to reach down with her hand and hold his cock as she went to sl**p but wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. Somebody else would certainly appreciate her new found love for the warm, clear nectar and hot, white cum. The alarm went off at 9:30 p.m. waking them both of them up. Now Mike wanted her to do it again, but no, she was through with him. He had spurned her once and it would be the last time. Putting on her nurse's uniform, she rode to the hospital with Mike in silence. He probably never understood what was going on in her mind, but to her, it didn't matter. Arriving at the hospital, they boarded the elevator to make their way to separate floors, his on the sixth, her on the post-op third floor. Making her rounds, clipboard in hand, she talked to patients. She was there physically, but mentally, she was still in bed with a hot cock squirting in her mouth. Reality quickly returned when over the PA system she heard the call for "Nurse Thompson". Moving quickly now, she went down the hall to the nursing station. Jeannie, her supervisor, was waiting for her. "Nurse, we need a cath in Room 317," Jeannie told her. "Guy was in a car accident and had a surgery earlier. Can't pee. Go down and take care of it." It was a simple procedure, one she had done more times than she could even begin to count. Now, though, she had a different feeling as she checked the chart outside the room door. One of Picardi's patients. She thought back to what Jason had said. Was he really saying these things about her? It really didn't matter right then. She had a job to do and was, after all, a professional. From all of her experience of inserting catheters, she had learned two things. First, men were more squeamish than women and, it was easier to insert if the man was slightly hard. They didn't really teach that in nursing school, but it was something she picked up and the other nurses would talk about it. It was all really simple. Just talk to the guy about other things and rub a swab lightly over his penis to get it ready. It was an involuntary response by men and some would say nothing and others would seem genuinely embarrassed by the response. The name on the chart was James Ferguson. The professionalism turned to wanton lust as she thought about the task at hand. Well, James, she thought to herself, you're in for a special treat tonight if you want it. Preparing herself to at least touch another hard cock, she walked through the door of the semi-private hospital room. "Hello, Mr. Ferguson," she announced walking through the door. "My name is Angelina." "Hi," he said weakly. "Understand you need to have a catheter." He had a startled look on his face, but responded, "I don't know, maybe later, I'm okay right now." "Well, we need to get these started early, it only takes a couple minutes," she told him pulling the curtain closed around his bed. "Does it hurt?" he asked her. "No, not really. It may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but it'll be okay. I've done hundreds of them-no complaints so far." "Maybe we can do it later." "No, it's better that we do it now. It's not unusual after a surgery. I promise, I'll be gentle." Taking the catheter out of the package she kept it hidden from him. No need to startle him she thought to herself. Taking a swab, she poured a fluid from a bottle on it. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Just have to get things sterile. Just lay back, close your eyes and relax." She knew there was fear of the unknown running through his mind. Pulling open the bottom of his hospital gown, she looked at his shriveled cock. It was a fairly typical male response in this situation. Talking it gently to him, she took in her ungloved hand rubbing the swab and her fingers over the head. Still talking to him, but watching his response to her manual ministrations, she asked him if he had ever had a catheter before. "No," he said. "How's it feel so far?" "Not bad, you don't have it in yet, do you?" "No, don't be silly, I'm still prepping you." She could feel the surge of energy against her hand as his once shriveled cock started to grow in her hand. Looking back at him, he had his eyes closed, but noticed the smile formed on his lips. "You okay?" she asked. "Never better," he said. He sounded like he was in a dream state. Angelina was sure he knew this wasn't part of the procedure. Her hand continued to move slowly up and down the length of his cock. It continued to grow in her hand. She looked back at him again. His eyes opened slightly as he smiled up at her. He shifted his body back in a more comfortable position closing his eyes again. The young nurse now knew everything was fine, that he wasn't going to protest anything she did. Continuing to pump his cock a little faster now, she was mesmerized by the precum seeping out the little hole on top. Looking around, the curtain still closed, she listened for any sounds. Hearing none, she lowered her mouth over the head of his cock, her tongue sampling the precum. His hips moved slightly as her tongue creased the top of his cock pulling the clear liquor succulent ly into her mouth. The young nurse, only a week away from completing her nursing orientation, applied what she had learned earlier with Mike. Squeezing the shaft between her fingers and moving upward, more of the juicy liquid poured out into her mouth. She savored the feel before swallowing it down waiting for the bigger prize to come. His erection was solid now. She sucked hard unaware of the grin spreading over her patient's face. She knew her whole future could be destroyed, but the innocence of a day ago was gone and the urge she felt right then outweighed the dangerous jeopardy she was ready to place her career in. Angelina spread her jaws wide taking his thick cock deep in her mouth. He was longer and thicker than Mike, and she felt a certain sense of pride she was able to accommodate him in her once virgin mouth. Her body tingled with excitement as her head moved up and down the length of him. She wanted it to be good for him, but even more she wanted him come in her mouth, to fill it with his hot love juice. She continued jacking him off as her mouth moved with her hand up and down the fat dick. She could feel the mushroom-shaped head pulsating and twitching in her mouth. She continued to rub and squeeze just under the head of the man meat in her mouth, sucking the head harder. The natural lubricant was pouring out of his cock now and intoxicated her. She opened her mouth even wider this time and took him deep until every inch of him was buried in her mouth. The feeling of fullness in her mouth turned her on even more. He no longer played the passive patient. His hips started to buck up pushing his pubic area into her face each time she brought it down. She could feel that now familiar surge rushing through his body and particularly in the shaft of his thick cock in her mouth. She pushed her face down taking the monster dick all the way in and held her mouth at the base. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair and she could smell the musky scent of his aroused manhood. She could feel it twitch in her mouth as it pushed against the back of her throat. He came in what seemed like buckets of cum. The gooey cream shot straight against the back of her throat. Angelina gasped for breath as the hot load deposited itself deep in her mouth forcing it's way down her throat. A warm feeling spread throughout her body and in her pussy. She kept her mouth over his cock and received no objections from him. She lovingly kissed and sucked his cock until she was completely satisfied he was finished; that she had milked every every last drop of the hot drink he had to offer. Turning back to him, "I think we're ready to insert this now." "I think so," he answered. "Will you be back later?" "Yeah, I'll have to adjust it later, maybe replace it if you can handle it." "I can handle it!" It was a busy night. Checking on her patient, Jim, later, they decided it did indeed need to be replaced. There were other catheters that night, but only one other requiring special attention like Jim did the first time. With her shift over, Angelina sat alone in the nurse's lounge. She was almost dozing, dreaming longingly of the next cock she could suck, drinking in the juices that fired her libido, when the door opened. It was Dr. Picardi. "Hi, Dr. Picardi," she said. "You're a little late this morning." "Well, hello Nurse Angela. Yeah, I guess. For some reason the traffic was heavy for so early in the morning." "You know, my orientation is over in a few days. I took a job with Visiting Nurses. I never got a chance to thank you for all your help." "It's not a problem, we'll miss you around the hospital." "Well, I'd still like to thank you properly. You into libation, I am?" "Sure, but not now, I've got rounds to make." "I wasn't talking about alcohol but I am really thirsty." "Well, I guess I have time for a cup of coffee." "Actually, I found a new drink, two really, but I've only had it four times so far. It's something a little clearer and little creamier. How 'bout you follow me into the bathroom for a minute and I'll show you what I mean," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her glowing face as they started to walk together toward the restroom.