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By Wendy Stanton (wstanton@barlycorn.net.uk)

I moved to Guildford two years ago; John was transferred and I had to leave my job as a secretary for Colson's, a wine importer back in Warminster.
I had no real qualifications, but we needed the money from both of us working and I was getting bored fixing up the new house and window-shopping in the town centre everyday. Eventually John brought up my old nursing qualifications It'd already occurred to me, but I wasn't sure that it was what I wanted now.
I'd drifted into the classes at 16, with nothing else to do, and passed the qualifying exams, then after half-heartedly applying for a couple of local posts -thrown it all up and worked for Colson's for four stagnant years.
But John thought it was a great idea. "Give them a call tomorrow, love," he said, nestled under my arm as we lay in bed that night. His hands were wandering about in their familiar and welcome pre-sex rounds; I lay back, relaxed as he gently turned me on, stroking the outline of my thighs, the curve of my bottom, my stomach.
I saw him looking at my nipples under my Tshirt he knows how sensitive they are, what they do to me and I felt the melting begin in my tummy as he pulled the T shirt up to my shoulders and sucked the nearest erect nipple in between his warm moist lips, tweaking the other between his index and middle fingers.
I lay there passively, letting him do his thing as his suction drove pleasure throughout my body, radiating from my nipples, my breath deepening.
He moved to lay at my side, now, and I could feel the heat of his cock throbbing against the cool skin of my thigh. It felt bigger than its seven inches (I've measured it for him once.), hot and blunt; I couldn't stop my bottom from shifting in the bed of its own accord to turn and press my thighs against his hardon, my breasts against his lightly-haired chest.
Now I felt my usual urgent need to be taken by him, to be overwhelmed; my open mouth found his and our tongues danced with each other. His large hands ranged down over my bottom, first pressing it down to push my delta against his stiff tool, then to part the globes with his palms while running his forefinger lightly over my anus, then down, gently, to make small, gentle circles at the now sticky bottom of my pussy while his other hand tweaked a nipple sharply.
He shifted, pushing me on my back and rising I opened my legs for him, held out my arms to him as he positioned himself above me in the half-light I could see the outlines of his cock as it rose past his navel. I would have it in me now!
As that thought passed through me, I felt an unbearable sticky itch within me that only his cock could scratch, I murmured, "Fuck me, Fuck me please!" With one hand he forced it down, pushed the plump head up and down in my slick entrance, pressed on the hood over my clitoris, then, as if tiring of teasing me, he maneuvered his stiff, vein-ribbed boner, it was stiff, oh how stiff, to my inner channel, then quickly, smoothly, pushed it all, all of the stiff, male meat into my hot, oily tunnel. GOD! I loved the feeling of him filling me!
Breath whooshed from me as he entered; the feel of the full length of John's cock stretching me comfortably and juicily -made me woozy with pleasure: before I recovered I felt the brief intimate slap of his balls against my smooth bottom-cheeks and his hand pulling at my left nipple again.
The sensations overwhelmed me, rode me up to my pleasure, too many to keep track of. I could feel all the veins in his cock as it pressed against me interior walls, the pleasure-pain in my soft breasts, his weight pushed against them -forcing me, taking me, the butterball heat-itch in my middle being scratched with his slick, blunt fuck-tool.
I gasped out, my hair disheveled, my hands at his chest, my legs wrapped around his bottom, looking into his eyes as he pounded me, a thin film of sweat on his muscular body bigger than me, taking me his thickness thrust in and out, moving my pleasure on, closer to blotting me out.
"Cocksucker!" John said to me distractedly, his breath ragged, "Fuck!" I could see he was approaching his orgasm, and I needed mine I pushed against him raising my thighs so he could sink in a little deeper, his enraged cock thrust, he slapped against me, and again my pleasure neared its peak as his thrusts became deeper, longer, His frantic fingers pinched my nipple harder and pulled up on it with a sharp pain I surrendered to the bodyfilling waves of ecstasy.
"Cunt, Cunt!" his breath gasped from him now, and finally he pressed into me with all his body, and even in my daze of sensations I felt his spunk jet out from his iron cock, deep into me, filling me, his cock still filling my channel, so full! I held him to me, savoring the completeness, my vacant cunt filled.
Finally he shrunk, panting, and his heated body cleaved off from our mingled sweat and clumped down beside me. Tendrils of pleasure sang me to sleep.

Guildford General did have a vacancy for a qualified Staff Nurse, in fact for two of them. An interview was arranged for the following Friday with the ward sister, Angela, just after lunch. The receptionist told me they'd had dozens of inquiries from an advert in the local paper, so my chances were pretty grim unless I was really well qualified.
I wasted half an hour trying on various outfits I settled on a medium-length woolen skirt with a businesslike creme silk chemise, without the bra The chemise showed the bra, and I just didn't have time to go out and by one the right color, so I had to make do, I smiled to myself, whatever.
When I turned up for my interview a little early I was shown into her little office, and took a seat nervously. Angela wasn't there yet, so I sat quietly with my hands in my lap and tried to think of something else.
Muted chatter and the clink and rumble of trolleys outside the open door lulled me, and I relaxed a little. After a few minutes a nurse in her early thirties with her blond hair tied severely back stepped through the door with a sheaf of folders.
"Are you Wendy Stanton?"
I nodded and rose, "Hello," she said, with a smile, "I'm Angela Leighton Angela, alright?"
I smiled back. She sat down and leafed through a pile of folders already on her desk. "Right If I can just get this form...okay. " She pulled a pen from her breast pocket. "Okay Wendy... Stanton... what's your address, Wendy?"
I told her and she copied it down. "Right Erm, Female, no, no, yes, erm... twenty-fifth." She went on with questions about my qualifications and school history. We covered previous employers, then she rose and shut the door, and sat down again.
"Okay, Wendy, that's, um.. so far, so good. Now I have to ask you some personal questions, do you mind?" I said whatever was necessary was fine by me.
"Alright." She ferreted out a clean sheet of paper and put the form to one side. "When was your first sexual experience?"
Well, this took me by surprise a little. "Do you mean masturbation, or real intercourse?" I asked.
"Well, masturbation counts, I guess," she said, with a gleam in her eyes.
"When I was fourteen, then," I said.
She made notes on the paper. "Was that when you were alone, or ... mutual masturbation?" At this a brief flash of memory of Claire flashed by, dislodging more feelings with it than it ought to.
"Actually, it was with my best friend at the time." I said in a sort of impulsive confidence.
"A Girl, then?"
"Yes," I said, reddening and wishing I hadn't been so honest. Angela gave no signs and made more notes.
"What is your sexual preference at the present time?" Angela looked me straight in the eyes across the desk as she asked the question.
"I can't believe this is relevant, " I began.
"I know it seems that way," Angela said in a warm tone, "but trust me, Wendy, it's very relevant to this job. But if you don't want to say..." she let it hang.
"Heterosexual." I said. "Exclusively Heterosexual." I added for emphasis.
Angela nodded sagely and gave me an appraising look that covered most of my body. I looked down in confusion to see my nipples erect through the silk chemise. I blushed and looked away to the corner. Angela coughed and the questions turned to my history of diseases and allergies.
Finally, she finished and we both rose. She gave me a warm smile. "I think you've done very well, Wendy; we'll be in touch." I felt her eyes on my body as I left. Were those questions for real, or was she some kind of lesbian I wondered?

The 'phone rang on Tuesday morning it was Angela herself. "Hello Wendy! I'm very pleased to say that we've selected you for one of the positions!"
"That's great," I said, pleased. "When do I start?"
"Sooner the better, I think," said Angela. "Why don't you come by my house this evening and I'll take you through an idea of your duties?"
She gave me directions and her number in case I got lost, and I said I'd be there by nine. I had a long bath that afternoon, and in the middle of it remembered that John was working late tonight. I wrapped a towel around myself and called Angela at the Hospital to ask if she'd mind picking me up, although John'd probably be back by the time we'd finished and could drive me back. She was only the other side of town, anyhow.
"No problem, Wendy, No problem at all," she replied, "See you at nine. I'm really looking forward to it."
Jeez, what did that mean? I was beginning to wonder if Angela was a Lesbian, and she fancied me. All those questions! What did I feel about that? It reminded me of Claire; but that was a long time ago, now. Somehow in my mind's eye my image of Claire seemed to be wearing starch, white linen, now. I gave a little shiver and finished with my bath.
I spent the next couple of hours lounging around, getting dinner and watching TV, surprising myself a little with my growing restlessness. I settled on jeans and a T-shirt, and after some indecision, decided on a bra. As nine O'clock approached, I grew steadily more nervous, and had a glass of wine from the fridge to calm me down.
The doorbell rang at five to nine Angela stood there in her uniform. "You're Ready?" she asked, with her warm smile. I told her I was, shut the door and we both walked to her car.
"I hope it's not too late for you, tonight it's just it's the end of my shift at 8:30," she said, once we were underway. I told her it was fine with me, and that anyway, I needed the job badly.
We made small talk, and eventually pulled up at her block of flats. She parked the car, and we got out into an awkward silence. She led the way to her flat, unlocked the door.
It was a cozy flat, with rugs on the floor and hung on the walls, ornaments and nick-knacks everywhere.
"Make yourself at home," said Angela, and went off to make some tea. I made for the sofa and looked around while Angela made tea-making noises in the kitchen.
She had some photographs framed on the wall there was a couple of a little boy, as a young baby, then at two or so, then one of Angela with a younger black-haired girl, standing in front of a tree shielding their eyes from the sun, and my eyes must have bugged out one of Angela and the black haired girl kissing. I looked away, just in time to collect my tea from Angela she must have seen me looking, but said nothing.
"Alright," said Angela, and she began to take me through the shift times, and a quick idea of who I would be working with. I was half listening to her. Running through my mind like a stuck record was "Angela licks cunts". I stared at her lips as she spoke, unable to not imagine them pushed against a moist cunt, her nose buried in the pubes.".....Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I'll show you around the ward, and introduce you."
I said I was.
"Angela," I said, hesitantly. She gave me her full attention with her green eyes. "Can I ask you a question?"
She said nothing -in a way that was an assent. "Are you... um... do you prefer... other women?" I croaked out, reddening.
"You mean, 'Am I a Lesbian'? What made you ask that," she said in an even tone, giving nothing away.
"Well, the questions you asked at the interview, and, the... picture over there..." I indicated, and ground into an embarrassed silence. "I'm sorry," I began, "I shouldn't..."
"Yes, " she said, cutting me short. "I am a Lesbian. Women turn me on, I love women. I don't hate men, just prefer women. By a good margin." She looked me steadily in the eyes, I guess I gaped back at her. There was a silence built of cast iron.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to jump on you," she said finally, with her calm smile; I laughed nervously. "Look, do you want to go?" she asked, in a way indicating she would understand, wouldn't be offended.
"No, No," I insisted, "I just wanted to know." The silence drew out again, my hand fidgeted in my lap.
"Wow, you look stressed out!" she exclaimed with a laugh. I smiled nervously up at her. "Since you're staying, would you like something a bit stronger than tea to calm you down? Bacardi, Martini...?"
I was aware we were heading into dangerous territory here, but an ambivalence urged me on. "Yes, please!" I said. She smiled at me and made me a Martini and lemonade I accepted it and gulped half of it down. "Who is your friend in the photograph?" I asked.
"That's Melanie I guess you'd have to call her my 'Lover'. We've being going steady for three years now. We don't live together, though."
"Oh." I said. Angela eased herself beside me, at the opposite end of the three-seat sofa. She had been sitting in the Armchair across from me. "Can I ask you a question, now you've satisfied your curiosity," she said, looking mischievous. I said okay, and took another gulp of Martini.
"How did you and your friend get together that time when you were fourteen?"
She certainly hadn't forgotten anything about our interview! She must fancy me, that's why she invited me over here, she wants to... she wants to fuck me, I thought, and my eyes glanced over her breasts. She noticed my attention, and now her eyes were bright.
"Her name was Claire she was a year older than me, much more confident than I was. She she made me do things." She had mastered me; I had been her little slave to use.
She had teased me with her too-perfect blonde body until I had begged to lick her perfect little sixteen-year-old cunt for her, tears in my eyes. She never cared for me, and finished with me in two weeks, before moving on to greater victories; I was like some kind of warm up for her. The last I'd heard of her, she was high up in a famous woman's magazine in London.
"She made you just masturbate her? Did she make you do anything else?"
Angela had edged closer on the sofa. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs; and shivered. I couldn't look Angela in the eyes, somehow, "She made me, you know, do cunnilingus on her," I stammered out.
I glanced up at her eyes, she was beside me now. She looked magnificent, strong and confident, with me the object of her attention, her prey; it was almost too much to smell her warm perfume. Her breasts jutted up at me, crowded me. My nipples ached against my bra cup, my insides began to melt.
"Did you... enjoy it? Enjoy what she made you do? Did you like being made to lick her cunt?"
I stammered out some nonsense as I felt her cool hand cup the back of my neck. "You like to be made to do things, don't you?"
I glanced about like a frightened rabbit, but her gaze transfixed me, and I stared my lostness into her green eyes as she leant closer and brushed my parted lips with hers.
"Poor Darling," she breathed, and stroked my hair. "You want to lick my cunt, don't you? Do I make you wet? Hmm?"
I couldn't have replied even if I knew what to say. I felt so turned on by her attentions, by not knowing what she would do to me, by her being in control, I was half out of my mind with desire. My mind was numb.
Her hand at the back of my neck gathered my hair and pulled down on it hard enough to make me turn my face up. "Put your tongue out," she commanded quietly, keeping up the tension on my hair.
I gazed at her, and peeped the tip out; it felt so secret between us, we both imagined it buried in her cunt. She laughed, and bent to kiss it, sucking hard on it. "Lick my cunt, Hmm? Lick it?" her warm breath spoke into my mouth, as I gasped back into hers.
She released my hair, her hands were on my breasts now; she jerked the T shirt out of my jeans, reached inside and unhooked my bra. My full breasts spilt forward, into her hands, at first with my nipples burning into her palms, then intense sensations swept me as she twisted my nipples roughly between her thumb and forefingers.
Abruptly she let me go, and held out her hands to help me up from the sofa. I was in a state, my bra half-on, and half off, my T shirt rumpled. She led me by the hand into her bedroom, and sat me on her double bed. The sheets were cool under me.
"I... I..." I stuttered, but Angela was unzipping her nurse's uniform. She unhooked her bra, kicked off her shoes and her small breasts bobbed free. She quickly slid her skirt down, then her panties, revealing her carefully tended mound. It was cut very short, and shaved at the sides. She was evidently a natural blonde.
She stood in front of me, her hands in my hair again, pushing my face into her warm pubes. "Lick my cunt, Wendy, put your tongue in. I'm wet for you. Lick me!" She parted her thighs, and ground my willing face into her moist slit. The dark, heady perfume of her juices filled my lungs, intoxicated me. She hunched forward, and I craned my head forward, then squeezed my tongue between her cuntlips, tasting her heat and moisture. How sweet her moisture was!
With one hand she pressed my face into her mound, the other was busy at her nipples, pulling them out and letting them snap back painfully. "Oh, youtongue me, you slut," she hissed, "you tongue-fuck my cunt." She rocked her thighs into my face. My tongue pressed into her moist creases, tasting her sweet fresh juices.
Suddenly she pulled back, and tugged at my Tshirt, pulling it up and over my head. I held out my arms meekly, staring at her breasts with their stiffnipple-turrets, and she pulled it off, my breasts jiggling, my nipples taut.
As she leaned over me to undo my jeans, I craned up and caught a nipple between my lips briefly, then lay back as she took off my jeans and jerked my panties down. She pushed me roughly over on my tummy, grabbed my hair with one hand, and pulled it tight enough to hurt a little.
"Slut! " she said loudly, and her open hand came down hard on my bottom with a loud smack. It stung and I cried out, muffled by the bedcovers. "You want to tongue me, Slut! Say it!" She smacked me again, harder. "Say it to me!" The feelings in my bottom joined with the warmth in my tingling slit.
"I..." She pulled back harder on my hair, bringing my head off the bedcovers, smacked me again. Tendrils of pleasure-pain felt around by body. "I want to tongue your cunt," I whispered. And I did.
I adored her strength, the way she dominated me. I wanted to worship between her legs. I felt her thumb force its way between my exposed bottom-cheeks, and press in and out against my anus. I was hot, hot. I wanted to be taken.
She roughly turned me over again, on my back, and straddled herself on top of me. She moved up until her breasts we above my face. "Suck my tits, SlaveSlut," she commanded from above me.
I reached up and caressed them, then craned up and captured each nipple in turn, sucking the nipples hard, how I like it. "Ooooh, feels good!" Angela gasped.
After a moment one of her hands reached down to roll and tweak my left nipple painfully hard. I raised a knee and ground it into her behind, above me. It felt hot and sticky. We continued this way for minute, then she raised herself, and bought her sweet cunt over my face. We stared into each other's eyes with lust and love.
"Tongue me, Slut?" she teased, her perfect blonde quim inches above my hungry lips.
"Yes, yes," I husked. Finally, she pressed her open thighs down on my mouth. Her hot, sticky moistness enveloped me, and I was glad. I opened my mouth so my top lip worked on her clitoris as I moved my head, while my tongue pressed into her as far as it could go.
She rocked on her knees above me, her hands reaching back to squeeze my breasts and brush my nipples. My own cunt ached for her, now. After a time her movements became spasmodic on me, and she deserted my breasts.
I looked up to see her hands clamped on her own, her eyes closed, mouth parted. My tongue tasted sweeter juices deep inside her. She was close. I nibbled on her clitoris, my hands wanton on her bottom-cheeks, moulding them, pressing her into my face. I wormed a finger between them, as she had done to me, and pressed at her anus.
She gasped, above me, and her thighs jerked frantically on my face. I moved to remove my finger, but a quick hand darted down and pushed it back into place. Her anus relaxed rhythmically on my finger, but I kept up a gentle probing pressure with my fingertip.
After a few moments, she collapsed on top of me, panting. Her nipples burnt into my breasts, and mine into hers. Her mouth sought mine, and our tongues entwined. I knew she could taste her own juices from me. Her leg slipped between mine and at last her thigh squashed my pulpy slit, to my pleasure. Her caressing hand trailed down my body, reached between my thighs. She ran her forefinger smoothly up and down my oily channel, slipping over my raised clitoris and lightly into my vagina.
"Oooh, like that, Slut?" she breathed.
I ached to feel her within me. "Fuck me, make me come!" I gasped.
Her smooth finger slicked up and down. She leaned down and covered my mouth with hers. My thighs parted wider and I quivered. Her hand twisted now her thumb stroked horizontally across my clitoris, and her slick, oily finger wormed confidently into my bottom.
I bucked as she pressed her fingertip into my anus, but her weight held me down, and her tongue licked mine soothingly. Her experienced finger slipped in, lubricated by my juices it's itchy-burning in me connected with her thumb toying with my clitoris and I caught fire in my bottom and in my cunt. My hips jerked, my breath rushed in and out her finger slid in my anus all the way to its knuckle. My back arched, and I came, came in my cunt and in my bottom, like never before my whole body was alight, my tensed muscles sang.
Sensing I was coming, Angela slid down my body, and replaced her thumb with her tongue. She splurged her hot tongue into my wet slit, and shifted her head up and down so the whole surface of her broad, muscular tongue pressed up and down the inside of my cunt-lips. Her finger in my bottom vibrated, tickling deep in my anal canal. I came again, and again.
Eventually she slipped her finger out of my bottom, and moved up the bed to me. As I lay there panting, she embraced me, kissed me tenderly and stroked my hair. We lay there, our legs entangled, each feeling the other's smooth thigh against their soaked cunt. I felt that she owned me, and I was so contented, the only cloud hovering over me was what to say to John...