Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

I have never been good at judging breast size. My wife now is a double-D, so doing a very retrospective comparison, I would guess Nurse Slut’s were a solid D at the time. Full, round, voluptuous. Not firm, but not saggy either, if that makes sense; exactly right. But the crowning glory of those breasts were the teats. They were huge. The size of a large man’s thumb, set in dark rose-coloured areolae at least two, if not three inches in diameter. I had never seen the like before and still have not again to this day. I did what was expected of me. I took the offered breasts in my hands bent my head to suck first one, then the other nipple into my mouth, feeling them harden like walnuts, and eliciting a low throaty groan from Slutty.

As I continued to masticate her paps, Nurse Slut fumbled open the fly buttons of my rough uniform trousers and tried to pull them down. This effort was thwarted by the mandatory braces I was wearing under my tunic, which held my trousers up and hanging ‘correctly.’ She had to settle for just extracting my cock from my pants, through my open fly. She started to rub her hand up and down my shaft. The sensation was, well, sensational.

I knew I would not last long, so I decided to go full out and make the most of a rare opportunity. I tentatively reached up under Slutty’s smock and cupped her mound. Feeling no resistance to my move, I groped around to get my hand inside her underwear to the valley beyond. It was my turn to be thwarted, by double knickers. She was wearing two pairs of pants, one over and one under the black tights she had on. It apparently stops the pantyhose gusset from drooping below the hemline of a short skirt or dress, who knew. Nurse Slut chuckled at my confusion and fumbling efforts to get my hands in and let go of my cock, just long enough to pull the triple barrier down to her knees and part her legs slightly to give me full access.

As she continued to pump my cock, I reached down to her vulva, finding a full, dark bush of pubic hair. Really thick and coarse, not like the sparse, soft teenage muffs I had encountered previously. I fumbled to navigate my way through the hair, eventually feeling my way into her moist labia. I massaged her vaginal opening and circled her clitoris with my finger, as Janet, my pre-enlistment girlfriend, had taught me. It did the trick, Slutty got wetter and wetter, and sighed and groaned gently with pleasure.

It was all too much for me though. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming. I did not want to ruin any hope there was of actually losing my cherry that night, so I told her to stop and let me calm down. To my horror, she said “no” and started stroking faster, she then added that we needed to get this first one out of the way, to enable me to last longer next time. Next time? So, if I blew my wad, that would not be it then.

Okay, go for it boy! With that I buried my face back in her tits, my fingers in her vagina, and just enjoyed the intense pleasure her handiwork was giving my cock and balls. She was good, incredibly good. Despite my worry of cuming so quickly, she kept me teetering on the brink for several minutes more, while I continued to probe her wet vagina, and lick and kiss her nipples and breasts.

Too soon though, I let go! I ejaculated long and hard, shooting my load against the wall behind Slutty. It was a powerful orgasm, and my knees nearly buckled beneath me. She continued to stroke me gently, until I stopped shuddering, and the last few drops of semen had exited my penis. I am sure she wiped her sticky hand on the back of my trousers. More cleaning to do before the Drill Sergeant saw it! Slutty told me that she’d bet that was the best handjob I had ever had. Mmmm…not so sure it was. Janet had developed a pretty fantastic technique and had often kept me on the boil for ages, before finishing me off, but I was not going to tell Slutty that.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you realise you have totally and completely fucked up? Such a moment was imminent. After taking a few moments to sort our clothing out; me to undo my braces and she to completely remove her underwear, we went back to gently stimulating each other. I nibbled and sucked on her breasts, and nipples, whilst softly caressing her, now soaking wet, labia, vagina, and clitoris. She in turn, rubbed my penis and fondled my testicles.

I was terrified that I would not be able to get another erection so soon after my orgasm. But her ministrations and the thought of imminent sex with this woman were enough to get me hard again quite quickly. Then it happened.

“Have you got something with you?” asked Nurse Slut. Her tone really meaning, of course you have something with you, put it on your dick now.

My blood ran icy cold. My cock has never gone from turgid rod to turtle’s head so fast, before, or since. How, oh how, could I be so fucking stupid. No, I did not ‘have something with me!’ What an utter moron I was.

Now in my own defence, not that it was in any way defendable, Durex was not exactly available on every supermarket shelf, or given away free at every base medical centre, like it is these days. Certainly not a NAAFI bar stock item either! But in truth, it had never occurred to me to find a source for tonight anyway. Oh, the folly of youth.

Nurse Slut let out an exasperated groan and banged her forehead against my shoulder several times before halting with her head bowed against my collarbone. I almost wept as I mumbled a grovelling apology. She stayed silent.

Nothing was said for a full three or four minutes, maybe longer. During this time, I struggled desperately to hold back my tears. I just could not even imagine the full consequences of actually crying on her after screwing up so catastrophically. The humiliation she would rain down on me would no doubt be brutal and become a boot camp legend, that would follow me around for the rest of my life.

But I managed to hold the flood back, just. After what seemed like a lifetime, Nurse Slut slowly raised her head, gave a sardonic grin, and kissed me gently on the forehead. A decision had obviously been reached. Yes, I’d royally fucked up, but she had put it down to experience. The penalty she must pay for expecting a ‘mere boy’ to act like a man and show some responsibility, but she was not going to be a total loser as a result, that was for sure. Slutty leaned back against the wall, spread her legs slightly and pushed her hips forward. She turned me to face her, placed her hands on my shoulders and firmly pressed down.