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All characters are over the age of 18 years old and all players are consenting adults.

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When the opportunity of full-time work at a retirement home came along I couldn't believe my luck and I jumped at the chance. Massage is a tough gig. It's kind of ironic that a process that makes a body feel so good is notoriously difficult to provide to people. I've been looking for steady work for years.

St. Ophelia Retirement Village is a high-end gated community on several shady acres, centered around the main building, a big old three-story Gothic structure built in the 1800s.

Today it is a picture of modern efficiency. The clientele are either housed in one of the little freestanding bungalows that surround the original building or in the Sisters of Mercy complex that is more like a luxury hotel than a dormitory.

Apparently it wasn't always like it is now. A bit of digging around online revealed and that St. Ophelia was considered by many to be less of a saint and more like a witch. The original convent had a notorious reputation. There were dozens of stories of young women and nuns being imprisoned, assaulted, and tortured - all led or condoned by, mad Ophelia. The grainy old photographs I found didn't prove much but those old nuns certainly looked intimidating and 'where there's smoke there's fire', right?

Finally there was a big investigation in 1962 and several people went to jail or were 'moved on' from lack of evidence. There must have been at least some truth to the rumors.

The basement of this old building is where my massage room is hidden. At first I thought it a bit dank. There are no windows, the walls are the original old stonework and the floor is covered in large black and white checkered tiles... like a dungeon. The big modern looking massage table with its black leather cushioned surface and chrome fittings looks out of place. After the stories I'd read a medieval rack would seem more appropriate.

The room has been renovated though, fitted it out beautifully, sparing no expense. Apart from the massage table sitting on a large thick Persian rug there was various purpose-built nooks and crannies that house the tools of my trade. The warm, low lighting reflects brilliantly off the large floor to ceiling mirror on one wall.

Most importantly it is situated away from the general population. It is quiet and discrete and has its own separate entrance, a simple staircase leading down from outside to the comfortable little waiting room.

So I was to be paid well, given free room and board, was doing work that I was good at and that I loved - but none of these are the best part. The best, most charming, and enticing part of this job will be my clientele.

From a very early age I've lusted for older women. It is an Oedipus complex that I happily acknowledge and embrace. The fact that about 90 percent of the 300 residents were women and are over sixty years of age was like a dream come true for me.

Of course the other ten were old men but that didn't phase me. Most men don't like massages from other men. I can be as professional as the next masseuse if it comes to that but their natural aversion suited my fine.

There was only one unfortunate aspect of the whole affair and it was a pretty big negative. The final stipulation of my new job was that a senior staff person who would be with me at all times. I would never be alone with any of these glorious sexy women.

Management was adamant on this point. This was how they wanted things to be and it was not negotiable. I was told that the village was run along very strict moral guidelines, stipulated by the church. It would be considered very inappropriate for a young man such as myself to be alone with any of the village residents.

What could I do? I had to accept it.

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On my first morning I walked into the massage room to find my chaperon was already there.

Sitting in the corner at a little school-desk, almost hidden behind a huge pile of yellow folders, was a middle-aged bookish sort of lady wearing old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses. She looked up when I entered, closed the file she was working on, and stood to greet me.

She was plump, of small to medium height and wore a dowdy old nurses uniform buttoned up tight to her neck with small white buttons. The pale blue uniform dress included a white apron, black stockings, black patent leather shoes, and an old-fashioned 1950's style nurses cap perched on a wavy mop of peroxide blonde gray hair that had been 'permed' too many times.

Prominently displayed between the jutting shelf of her massive tits was a large silver crucifix and on her left breast a name badge read ADAMS in big black block capitals.

Nurse Adams' round face was hidden behind large brown, horn-rimmed glasses that magnified her myopic eyes like an owl.

"I have been informed," she said without any preamble, "that we will be working together in this room when you are providing your massage services."

These were the first words Nurse Adams ever said to me in her brittle British accent.

Walking around her little desk she stood in front of me and continued her 'welcome'.

"I am one who speaks her mind young man," she continued, rocking back and forth on her heels, her hands officiously clasped together behind her back.

Somebody who cared should have shown her how to apply makeup. She used too much red rouge on her cheekbones and the bright red lipstick she wore looked like a child had applied it with little or no consideration for where her lips started and her face began. It could have made her look like a clown but was closer to some sort of weird fetish whore.

"I must tell you I find this situation objectionable, nay, intolerable. I do not believe that your services are appropriate or required by our residents and I have said as much to The Reverend Mother."

"However my objections have fallen on deaf ears," she went on, getting more and more agitated. "The Reverend Mother thinks differently. I am obliged therefore to accommodate this ridiculous farce in my workday!"

She finished on a mad sort of up-note, her face red, her eyes crazy wide and her mouth set in a grim line.

"Not a very Christian attitude Nurse Adams," I said, as calmly as I could. I was a bit shaken. Not a promising start.

I became aware of the mammoth ass that was counterbalancing her massive teats. It was huge and protruded behind her. Even the dull nurses' uniform couldn't hide its huge size and the folds of fabric falling into the cleft of her bum gave an indication of its depth.

She was obviously a terrible bitch but her body was voluptuous.

"I have no doubt that this venture will fail and you shall be off these premises by the end of the week," she continued, ignoring my inspection, "and that, young man, will not be too soon!"

I felt like I'd been slapped. Reeling inside I had to ignore her attack and prepare for my first customer. Turning on the gentle synthesized 'whale sounds' that people expect in situations like this and, taking a deep breath to calm myself, opened the door to the waiting room.

All the chairs were empty... except for one.

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Emma

The voluptuous woman who walked into my room that day, so happy and excited, was in her mid to late 60s. Her face was tanned and crisscrossed with fine lines and her skin was sagging a bit as it will eventually. On the other hand her clear blue eyes, radiant smile, and generous wide mouth made her look glamorous.

Her hair was lustrous and long, falling down to her shoulders in an immaculately maintained old fashioned bouffant, like Mary Tyler Moore. Thick and wavy it was proudly silver-gray and looked terrific on her. Here was a woman who was stunning in her day and still beautiful now. She was dazzling.

Her outfit was fantastic as well. She was wearing a colorful 50's style dress, white with blood-red roses and dark blue plums printed on it. It flared out over her hips and shapely calves and was squeezed in tightly around her waist by a wide glossy red belt with a big red buckle.

She wore the short puffy sleeves off her shoulders and the plunging neckline showed off a captivatingly large cleavage. Anywhere else but in the cloistered environment of this village her clothes would seem outlandish, even silly, but here she was perfect.

"Good morning Mrs...?" I started forward with a little bow.

"Hello dear," she said, taking my hand. "I am Emily Watson, but please call me Emma. Everyone calls me Emma."

"And please call me Johnny," I said, and that was that. We were immediately on friendly terms. It's funny how some people can do that - make you feel like you've been friends forever. Nurse Adams could take lessons.

"There is a hanger for that lovely frock in the dressing room and we will get started as soon as you change," I said.

She beamed at the compliment about her outfit but from her little workstation in the corner we both heard Nurse Adams sigh audibly.

"Oh, hello nurse," said Emma dismissively, as if noticing her for the first time. "I didn't see you there."

As Emma pulled the screen closed on the change room she gave me a quick wink and rolled her eyes. Apparently Nurse Adams was a bitch to everyone.

Emma had accidentally left the screen open a little bit and I was catching glimpses of lacy undergarments and lots of flesh.

Soon she reappeared wearing the simple cotton wrap I provided.

'I hope this is okay Johnny?"

It was more than okay. Emma wore the wrap very low and it was not coping with her huge hanging breasts. Her spectacular cleavage almost spilled out over the top. There was an obvious line where the sun had burnt her over decades of summers, freckled and brown on one side and pearly white on the other. I realized I was staring and tore my eyes away.

"That's perfectly fine Mrs. Watson. You must be an old hand at this."

"Well not too old I hope," she said, flashing that beautiful smile.

"Oh no ma'am," I said mortified. "I meant that most first-timers are less confident..."

"I know sweetie," she said and stepping very close, grasped my arms to emphasize her point. "I'm only teasing you darling."

"I am definitely not a first-timer so relax and I will as well. As she spoke she rubbed my upper arm. It felt electric. "I'm sure this will be just wonderful."

"Thank you ma'am" I muttered in an undertone. "That means a lot to me. You're my first client and I really want to make a good impression."

Looking down into that beautiful face I was fighting the urge to kiss her.

"You dear big sweet boy. You already have," she muttered under her breath and began to undo the buttons of my loose white shirt exposing my chest and the muscles of my abdomen.

"Maybe we could take this off Johnny?" she asked as she pulled it off my shoulders and down my arms.

"That's better I think," she said looking my bare-chested body up and down shamelessly. "I'm sure anything you do will be just fine with me. The Reverend Mother speaks most highly of you."

"Yes Ma'am," I said. She had simultaneously put me at ease and given me a raging erection.

The glorious creature patted my bum as she sashayed past me and soon she was lying on her stomach on the massage table, up on her elbows with her big boobs threatening to pop out.

"Loosen the wrap please Emma," I requested. " I need to replace it with a smaller towel."

"Of course dear."

Without any hesitation she unwrapped herself and there in front of me were her lovely big saggy tits, hanging down, thick pinkish-brown nipples like little fingers and big brown areola.

"Like this dear?"

"...mmm ... yes, that's right," I mumbled staring at those magnificent mammaries. "Are you com... comfortable like that for a while Emma?"...up on your elbows?

I was desperately trying to act professional but Emma was testing my resolve. I knew my hard-on was tenting the front of my white yoga pants and she was getting a good eyeful but she didn't seem at all upset. In fact she gave me with that amazing smile again.

"Yes dear."

The wrap Emma had left draped over her back and down her legs had to go. Using a long-practiced routine I folded it like a small bedsheet. Fold once, twice, thrice folding carefully and slowly till it was a neat square perched on her bottom. Then, like a magician's assistant, I whisked it away and placed it in a cubicle behind me.

I gasped in shock. I had just exposed the most incredible big heart-shaped bubble butt I'd ever seen.

It reared up like a magnificent rounded mountain and plunging down like a cliff to the flat of her back. The massive white cheeks lay heavily over the top of her thick thighs that were dimpled with cellulite.

While I fiddled with the little strip of terry cloth that would replace the big piece of linen I'd just removed, I studied Emma's ass lecherously. I could not stop myself rubbing my cock through the soft cotton of my white yoga pants. In fact...

Nurse Adams was working on her files and I was out of Emma's direct line of sight so why not? I stuffed my left hand inside my baggy pants and, wrapping it around my big engorged cock, started jerking off.

Trying to drape the little bit of cloth over her bottom while I played with myself was almost impossible. Six inches wide it barely covered anything and kept slipping. I knew I was taking too long but, oh god it was such a lovely ass...

"What are you DOING?" came a harsh cry.

Jumping like a naughty schoolboy caught with his hand in the cookie jar I turned to see Nurse Adams was no longer working at her desk. She had quietly snuck up on me and was looking at me play with myself, outrage written all over her face.

I quickly used both hands and arranged the little towelette on the crest of Emma's wonderful bottom.

"STOP THAT IMMEDIATELY," she cried. She was apoplectic with anger, her lips pursed and shaking her head madly.

"Mrs. Watson,'" she declared loudly. "Are you aware what this PERVERT is doing?"

I looked at this awful woman imploringly. Please stop... please stop... Nurse Adams had caught me out and she was making a scene that would see me marched off the premises or maybe even arrested.

"What seems to be the problem nurse?" I asked as innocently as I could manage.

"This... this... degenerate is ASSAULTING you Mrs. Watson," she said, ignoring me. "He has removed your dignity... you are naked Mrs. Watson..." she hissed.

"Nurse Adams I would ask that you show more courtesy," said Emma without even turning around. "This young man is new to our little community and his processes may seem a little unusual to you and me..."

"But Mrs. WATSON..." she interrupted. "He was..."

".... HOWEVER..." Emma continued more sternly, "you will show him the respect due a guest in our house. I trust this young man and I feel I am in good hands."

I couldn't believe it. Nurse Adams couldn't believe it either. She glared angrily at me. She was right of course. I had stripped this old woman naked and I was enjoying every part of her delectable body.

"Very well Mrs. Watson," said the nurse officiously. "However I will continue to observe this situation and I will be reporting everything to The Reverend Mother. This is not a bordello!"

"Yes, yes, of course, of course," said Emma irritably.

The fat angry nurse crossed her arms under her bosom and gave me a wide-eyed look that said, 'I dare you to touch her'.

Purposely ignoring her wonderful bottom I poured warm oil over Mrs. Watson's back and began my massage, rubbing up her spine and then kneaded and stroked her shoulders. She immediately loved the attention, sighing softly.

I moved to the top of the table and continued to knead her shoulder blades and then around and into her armpits, combing my fingers through the soft hair I found there.

"Dear oh dear oh dear, Johnny," she sighed. "You're hands are lovely."

With Emma still up on her elbows I could rub down the dimpled loose skin of her upper arms, over her wrists to her delicate blue-veined hands, lingering on her fingers with their long nails and dark red nail polish.

Then return and repeat.

I ran my hands back up her wrists, up over her arms and then down over back as far as her full wide hips, creased with a sexy swell of fat that accentuated her shape. Except for the swell of her big breasts squeezing out and flattened under her body, Emma's body was like an inverted V. The perfect pear.

I couldn't resist her magnificent mountainous bum any longer so I shifted positions and, standing provocatively close to the nurse so she could see what I was doing, continued my ministrations on the bottom of Emma's spine

My oily fingers caressing her lower back solicited more happy sighs and when I pushed my hands slowly up the curve of her immense buttocks, Emma was getting loud.

"OOOOooo Johnny dearest boy, that is so nice."

I looked up at the ugly fat nurse and grinned. As she had promised Nurse Adams was observing and condemning my every move. My chaperon was hoping that her close proximity and stern ray-like, death stare would intimidate me into more professional behavior... but she could see it was not working.

"Lecherous monster," she whispered angrily in my ear.

I began using both hands on Emma's ass now, pushing my hands down her sides, under the little towel, and kneading the big muscles of her thighs.

"What exercise do you do Emma?" I croaked conversationally, humping my hard-on against the side of the table. "Your muscle tone is exceptional."

"Mmm... thank you dear," she moaned happily. "That's lovely to hear ...mmm... but I'm sure you are just being polite. ...mmm... You must see lots of beautiful women who are a lot younger than me but ...mmm... thank you dear boy," she said.

"Your body is exquisite Emma" I said, overcome. "You're so very beautiful."

"Oh you lovely man, that is the ...mmmm... that is the nicest thing to say..."

The stupid chunky nurse tottered backward as I pushed roughly past her.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she demanded. "I AM OBSERVING YOU. YOU CANNOT PUSH ME. MRS WATSON..."

"Nurse, I am perfectly capable ...mmm... of assessing Johnny's appropriateness ...mmm... or otherwise," said Emma emphatically. "If you continue this awful ...mmm... tirade I will report you!"

Continuing to rub down Emma's legs I could feel Nurse Adams standing stiffly beside me, mumbling under her breath. Probably praying for my soul, I thought with a grin.

I traced the intricate pattern of cellulite on Emma's thick round thighs and pushed my thumbs deep into her shapely calves which soliciting more happy groans. Then down her shapely ankles gently kneading with the soles of her feet.

Emma was moaning quietly. "Sweet boy... sweet mummy's boy... mmm..." she sighed.

Bending her right leg at the knee I lifted it to my mouth and kissed the heal and the sole and then started sucking her big toe.

"Oh my darling boy, my darling boy," moaned Mrs. Watson.

First one foot and then the other, each toe received special treatment. The nurse was shaking her head in horror and disgust.

"Mmmmm... you are a very bad, bad boy," said Emma gasping happily.

These words and sounds were the signs I have learned to read over the years. Some, like Emma, were ready when they walked through the door. Others took much longer. I knew that this beautiful woman wanted more.

I couldn't resist any longer and focused on that lovely intersection where her shapely legs joined her gigantic ass. To my delight, Emma immediately rolled her ankles outward, a sure sign she was relaxed and enjoying this more intimate caress.

I began concentrating around the top of her thigh muscle inches from her pussy. First the left leg and then the right and then accidentally grazed my hands against her hairy cunt.
"Oh Johnny...."

God I'm good at this. It's like my superpower. Sometimes someone will get lucky and find the thing they were put on earth to do and I've found mine. Whether I'm at my best or worse when you consider my motive depends on your point of view. All I know for sure is that I wanted to fuck this lovely old woman and I would use every trick I had to make it happen.

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Out of nowhere Nurse Adams suddenly reached across me and grabbed my arms as if to physically remove my evil hands.

"Stop it, stop it," she whispered urgently in my ear so Emma wouldn't hear. "Oh please stop. This is so very wrong."

Her imploring face looked up at me but I was too invested to even consider this new begging request.

Instead, and to my horror, I was immediately conscious of how close she was. I could feel the warmth of her massive bosom pressed against my arm and I could smell her - Pears shampoo and lavender soap.

"Please stop this abomination," she whimpered still trying to control my arms. "This is a sin!"

"Shall we get rid of this silly little towel Emma?" I suggested loudly, watching renewed outrage form on the nurse's face.

"Oh yes, yes, yes... I think so," she said Emma quickly. "Yes, yes..."

"NO YOU MAY NOT," shrieked Nurse Adams. "Mrs. Watson this man is definitely taking some VERY SERIOUS LIBERTIES and I cannot in GOOD CONSCIENCE..."

Emma laughed at the nurse's misery.

I flicked the flimsy little bit of cloth away and for the second time Emma's breathtaking fat white bum was totally exposed. It was so overwhelmingly lovely I was unable to control myself any longer.

I loosened the drawstring on my white yoga pants and let them fall to the floor. My big thick cock out, nine inches long, thick and hard sprang out. Naked, I ogled Emma's stupendous big bum and stroked the long hard length of my shaft.

While Emma didn't see what I was doing the nurse certainly could. "What are you doing?" she said staring at my huge dong in horror. "Stop, stop, stop ...!"

"Isn't it beautiful Nurse Adams?" I asked, turning towards her. I jerked off for the nurse while running my free hand over Emma's magnificent ass.

"You are an evil monster," whimpered the nurse. Nurse Adams was defeated and she knew it. The stupid puritanical bitch watched what I was doing dumbstruck. She looked from my face to my cock and back to my face again.

"Nurse Adams, would you put the role pillow under Mrs. Watson please?" I asked her. "It's in that cupboard behind you."

I guess I was trying to push her over the edge, hoping she would storm out so I could fuck Emma properly. The least I expected was an angry retort but, after considering for a moment and to my astonishment, the nurse complied. Bending down she retrieved the big cylindrical pillow and then looked at me for instruction. The expression on her face was unreadable...

"P... please lift your bottom up Mrs. Watson," I instructed.

When the lovely old woman arched her back, Nurse Adams slid the cushion under her, placing it below her breasts and above her stomach. Round as a dinner plate and three feet long, it elevated Emma's beautiful big ass up in the air, magnifying its massive size and spreading it open in front of us.

I lifted Emma's left leg first and placed it as wide apart on the table as I could and then did the same with her right, spreading her even wider apart, exposing her damp inner workings.

"Oooo Emma...," I exclaimed...

"I feel s... so exposed Johnny," she sighed.

"You are dear," I said quietly. "You really are..."

I felt Nurse Adams standing very close, her mammoth uniformed tits pressing against my arm.

I fanned my hands out over Emma Watson's big bum cheeks rubbing firmly... now and then gently pushing and plying the sensitive skin around her asshole and around her plump exposed cunt.

The beautiful old woman was moaning continuously now.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my," she panted, gripping the edge of the mattress with white-knuckled fingers. She tried to spread her legs further apart.

"Oh my, oh my, please Johnny... please..."

"N... nurse, I want you to apply a little more oil here," I instructed, indicating Mrs. Watson's tail bone.

There was a pause and, turning to look at her I saw her round face was flushed and her wide-open eyes staring at me through her steamed up glasses.

"Yes," she gasped, breathing heavily and turning to the pump she squirted a liberal amount into her hand. She expertly warmed it in her palms and then proceeded to drizzle it slowly over Emma's big plump bum.

The oil cascaded into the cleft of that huge butt and ran like a little river over Emma's puckering asshole, water-falling down her plump thighs and pooling on the towel.

The nurse looked at me expectantly.

"Well done Nurse Adams," I said. "That was perfectly correct."

She gave me an efficacious little nod as if to say, 'of course I did' and took up her position next to me again - this time pressing her whole body against my side. I could feel her thick plump thighs rubbing against my leg, the heavy blue linen of her uniform puckering where she was grinding herself against me.

"Nurse Adams," I commanded. "Lift your skirt up. I want to feel your p... pussy against my leg."

"Oh you are a vile creature," she proclaimed as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth but she did what I asked. A quick glance revealed she was lifting her dress up over her big belly and tucking it under her huge pendulous breasts.

And then I felt her warm cunt humping my bare leg like a dog in heat.

Emma's groaned loudly when I slid my fingers inside her old cunt. I held her hip and fucked her with first two, then three fingers. Her hips started to move against my hand.

"Ooooo yessssss Johnn...ny," she moaned.

Emma arched her back like a cat stretching and, with more flexibility then I would have expected in a woman of her age, got onto her knees. Her huge ass and legs were spread even more widely in front of the nurse and me.

When I directed Nurse Adams to stroke my cock she did so immediately. Tentative fingers wrapped around my cock like she had only been waiting for the instruction. It felt like heaven. I felt her other arm wind around my waist...

"We..ll d..d..done Nurse Adams," I stuttered. "A little faster now thank you..."

My fingers inside Emma's steaming old cunt were driving her crazy. When I began rubbing her clitoris with my thumb she ground her body against my hand, moaning loudly.

"MMMMM... Oh YESSS... that feels so GOOOOD... just there Johnny darling..."

Sensing she was close I leaned forward and began to lick up and down her deep ass crack and into her oily asshole. That was all it took.

I increased the speed of my fisting as she orgasmed, impaling her asshole with my tongue.

"OOOOO, YEESSSSS, YESSSS, YESSSS," she screamed and began pushing herself against my face. While I fucked her with my hand she squirted, her juices gushing out and splashing over my face and mouth. I lapped it up like the nectar of the gods that it was, drinking as much as I could.

Her pleasure seemed to last for a long time. I have often found that older women are good at prolonging their orgasm. Practice makes perfect I suppose. Her hips continued to buck for almost a minute and then she slowly fell forward, collapsing on her stomach.

"Mmmm, oh dear, that was lovely," she said softly.

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Rolling on her side she turned her sweaty exhausted face to look at the nurse and me, her huge flabby boobs hanging immodestly, and that million-dollar smile split her face.

"Well you two have become friends I see."

Nurse Adams and I were holding each other tightly, arms around one another. She was still jerking me off and humping against my leg. There was still that look of distaste on her face like she was being forced to do it. It wasn't till much later that I came to realize that was how she always looked...

What had I been thinking? I couldn't believe I had let this awful troll woman touch me.

I was about to push her away in disgust when I noticed the shoelaces on her shiny black patent-leather pumps were tied in neat bow-knots. What I had assumed were pantyhose were actually black calf-high stockings like a man's long socks and above the elastic garter, her plump white thighs spilled over like cottage cheese.

Between her fat thighs there was a big dark bush of pubic hair visible through the wet white cotton and spilling out on either side of her knickers. These old fashioned wide front underpants stretched up over her big belly, were still pressing and rubbing damply against my leg.

I was overcome with lust. Grabbing her wrist I spun her around violently, pushing her big flabby body down, bent over the table next to Emma.

Lifting her skirt up over her back with one hand I pulled her big white granny bloomers down with the other, revealing her big fat ass and hairy pussy.

Before she had a chance to react my rock-hard cock was plowing into Nurse Adams' sopping wet cunt like a knife through butter.

"AHHHH... Nooo... don't... ugh... ugh..." she begged but it was too late. I was fucking her like a crazy animal.

"Now Nurse Adams," said Emma kindly looking into the nurse's horrified face. "I think we all know you deserve this don't we? You have been quite unpleasant today and I think you are getting what is coming to you don't you think?"

The nurse was grunting. Ugh... ugh... ugh... each time I thrust into her.

"Does his cock feel good dear?" she asked stroking the nurse's hair off her face. "You are starting to enjoy him aren't you?"

"Really... ugg, Mrs... Watson... ugh... ugh... mmm..." she persisted, her speech broken up by my thrusting. "This man... is a... degenerate... Ugh... mmm... ugh... ugh..."

But Nurse Adams was starting to enjoy it. In fact she gripped the table edges on either side and spread her legs wider. Pretty soon she relishing the invasion...

"Oooo, yes... Yes... YES..." she cried. "Oooooo fuck me you awful bugger, OOOOO yes..."

Nurse Adams' cunt felt great as she thrust her ass against my massive cock. Her big wet pussy was soaking wet and making 'squishy' sounds as I plunged in and out.

The nurses' enjoyment was not lost on Emma.

"I believe she is enjoying herself a little too much Johnny," she said. "Don't you think we should continue her punishment elsewhere?"

The nurse caught on before I did and began struggling violently.

"Oooh nooooo. Don't do that... You wouldn't dare..."

"Hold her down Johnny" said Emma and slid off the table to help me.

It was taking all my strength. Nurse Adams was putting up a real fight, screaming and yelling. I managed to hold her pressed down by laying the weight of my body on top of her. My cock was still buried up the hilt in her cunt.

Emma applied oil to the nurse's ass, dripping it into the crack of her huge bum and over her puckering asshole just like Nurse Adams had done to her a few minutes earlier. Oil spilled over the base of my cock. I could feel it warm on my balls.

"Keep fucking her Johnny," she instructed.

As I began sliding in and out of again, Emma began prodding against the nurses' oily wet anus using the knuckle of her forefinger.

Mrs. Watson's gentle caress was calming Nurse Adams down. She became quite still, making little meowing noises - purring like a kitten.

Then I saw Emma's finger disappear inside that super lubricated bum hole and Nurse Adams groaned...

"Do you like that dear?" asked Emma as she pushed that single digit in and out. "You do, don't you? Does it feel nice nurse?

"No... mmmm... no ...mmMMM..."

"I believe she's ready now Johnny dear," Emma said quietly. "You should fuck her ass now."

I backed my massive cock out of the nurses' soaking wet cunt and Mrs. Watson guided me to Nurse Adams' well-lubricated asshole, positioning my big bulbous head at the entrance.

"Please don't...noooooo," Nurse Adams moaned, begging me to stop when she felt how big the head of my cock was.

"Push it in Johnny," said Emma. "Fuck her ass dear, fuck it hard. She wants it, don't you dear?"

"Ahhh... noooo p... p... PLEASE," she sobbed. "It's too big..."

I took hold of those massive fat hips and started pulling her towards me. Her puckering asshole began to slowly envelop my billiard ball-sized cock head.

"AAAAHHH, pleee..ease... Mrs. Watson...I b...B...BEG YOU... P...P... PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP..." she wailed.

Once the head was inside it became a little easier and I slowly slid it up her ass till my balls nested against her pussy. The nurse was screaming and crying very loudly but it meant nothing to me.

"AAAAHHH... AAAAHHH... AAAAHHH..."

I pulled my pulsing prick almost all the way out and then all the way in again. And again. A little faster each time. With each thrust the nurse howled...

"The slut is enjoying it Johnny," Emma yelled loudly over the nurses' screams. "Fuck her fat ass boy... fuck her... fuck her... FUCK HER..."

I should have been worried about the noise. Any civilized person would have called the police ages ago but I was too far gone to care. The nurse's tight virgin ass was gripping my cock like a velvet glove and, as she became used to it, her screaming and sobbing lessened. After a while she was moaning again.

Emma stood by watching, clapping, and laughing ecstatically as I hammered the nurse's fat ass faster and faster.

Nurse Adams spread her legs and began pushing back against me, matching my rhythm, lifting her ass for the best angle.

"Oh I hate you... I HATE YOU," she wailed, embarrassed and ashamed that her body was responding to the abuse.

"I can fuck yu w... whenever I feel like it can't I?" I urged, pumping her ass like a steam train.

"Mmmmm OOOO yes, YES, YES, YES" she howled. "You can f... fuck me whenever you want."

"You're gonna be my c... cum slut aren't yu?"

"Oh God yes, Oh GOD YES, OH GOD... FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME..."

Nurse Adams started to cum. Her whole body shook as the explosive orgasm rocked her.

"Oooohhhh NOOOO..." she groaned. "W...w..hat are... yoU DOING TO ME?...AAAAAAAHHHHHH...

She was genuinely surprised. Her deceitful body was letting her down.

As she screamed with pleasure I felt her anus contracting around my cock and then I was coming as well. Groaning ecstatically I pumped what felt like gallons of pent-up jizz into her ass. Pump, squirt. Pump, squirt... till I had none left.

Emma was laughing and clapping merrily when I finally pulled out the nurse's ass, my cum and her juices trickling down her fat legs in little rivers.

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At first I thought Nurse Adams was in shock. She continued to lay where I'd left her, face down on the table, gasping and sobbing with... relief? ecstasy? Horror? ... I didn't know what I'd done.

"I've never done anything like this before," she finally said in a quiet, whimpering little voice.

Emma picked up the little white towel off the floor and tenderly wiped and probed the nurse's poor abused asshole moping up our commingled juices. She gently cleaned up her legs and then through the big mat of curly black pubic hair to her cunt, wiping Nurse Adams down as calmly and efficiently as if she was wiping down a kitchen bench.

"You should be happy and proud Nurse Adams," she said as she finished her chore. "You must know that your placement here with Johnny was part of The Reverend Mother's plan. She will be most pleased with you."

Nurse Adams finally slid off the massage table and turning around, looking at me with that same haughty look she had at the start. Ignoring me completely she pulled her knickers up from around her ankles and pulled her dress down, patting it in place. She straightened her funny old horn-rimmed glasses that had been sitting askew and, picking up her cap off the floor, walked past me with her nose in the air, back to her files.

"The Reverend Mother will be extremely happy with you as well Johnny," she Emma. "She has big plans for your special talents... sweet, sweet boy."

She kissed me long and hard and then went behind the screen to get dressed leaving me standing naked.

So much for day one, I thought to myself.

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