Ramblings Of An Old Man - S01 E08

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Ramblings Of An Old Man - S01 E08

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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.

I knew exactly what she wanted, I had wanked furiously reading about it in the past, but I had never gone down on a girl, let alone a woman, and had no clue how to do it properly. I had to try and redeem myself somehow though, so I sank to my knees between her legs and came face to face with her hairy vulva. Trying to recall the accounts of how to give oral pleasure to a woman, in the letters and stories I had read in those copies of Mayfair and Fiesta. I inched my face into Slutty’s crotch, experiencing first hand the aroma of hot woman for the first time. I often see it described as intoxicating. They are not wrong.

Using my fingers, I parted her soggy pubes, to expose her outer lips. They were pink and inflamed. Fighting back my last, but unexplainable, resistance to placing my mouth on a fanny, I stuck out my tongue and licked the length of her vaginal cleft, bottom to top. Then again, and again. Nurse Slut shuddered a little and rested her hands on the top of my head.

Emboldened by the fact that I had not dropped dead from ‘pussy poisoning,’ I continued working my tongue up and down her zippered cleft. This time adding more pressure, allowing my tongue to part her outer lips, releasing her wetness to my taste. Yes, intoxicating. I found it difficult, and to be honest a little unpleasant, navigating my way through her dense bush. I applaud the increase in popularity of the trimmer and the razor over the years; and yes, I reciprocate!

Sensing my fumbling, Slutty took control of the situation once again. She guided my mouth to the right places, whispered instructions for me to tongue her vaginal opening, suck on her inner labia, and lick and suck her clitoris. I won’t claim I was an immediate expert clit licker, but slowly she started to grind her mound into my face and pant and groan a little. She told me to add my fingers to stimulate her vagina, whilst my mouth attacked her clitoris. I licked and sucked and fingered for all I was worth. It was tiring work for the inexperienced, but there was no way I was giving in and failing her again, so I stuck at it.

I am sure someone experienced at cunnilingus would have bought her to orgasm quicker and multiple times. I however was overjoyed when Nurse Slut finally stiffened and groaned. Her vagina clamped down on my fingers several times and she released a small gush of fluid onto my face. Now I’m not saying the Earth moved for her, but she did orgasm, enough to forgive me for my stupidity at least. Actually, thinking back, it was probably for the best I ended up just going down on her. The chances of me getting her anywhere near a climax, with my penis, during my first time was remote. It certainly was not the case when it finally did happen.

I was still hoping for more. The experience of my oral efforts had left me with another raging hard on. After allowing what I thought to be a reasonable recovery time, I tried to keep things going, by once again fondling and kissing her tits, but was soon rebuffed. With nothing to lose, I asked her if she would suck me. A snort of derision gave me my answer, but she tried to temper the refusal by claiming she was getting too cold to stay out there any longer at the moment, let’s go back to the bar to warm up and have another drink first. Hmmm…sounded like a brush off to me, but at least she was sticking with me, wasn’t she?

Nope. We adjusted our dress and started out back towards the NAAFI bar, but as we neared her accommodation, she suddenly remembered she still had some preparation to do for tomorrow’s inspection, surprise, surprise. She kissed me on the lips, but there was no passion or little interest in the kiss. She said she would be on the bus to our base the following week and would see me there, and with that disappeared into her block. I held out little hope of seeing her there next week, at our base, and was not disappointed.

I, probably fortunately, never met Nurse Slut again. A minor injury during a training exercise saw me laid up in the sick bay for several weeks, followed by being back coursed for missing too much training. By the time I got bang-bus privileges again, she had passed out from basic and moved onto her medical training. And to be honest, I felt I had dodged a bullet. I did not know if Nurse Slut had shared my, um, performance, or lack thereof, with her mates. If so, it mercifully had not got back to the man-camp. So, with only a few weeks left to my own pass out, I decided not to push my luck and avoided anymore ladies' nights. But I never, ever went out without “something with me” again. No matter how remote the possibility of needing it was.

I will never know if Nurse Slut claimed victory in the toy-boy contest for that night. After all, she did not actually fuck me, so did it count? But I would have given it to her, the win I mean; I had blown my chances of giving her anything else. She deserved it after putting up with me.

I graduated boot camp, weeks later than expected, my proud parents attending my passing out parade on a cold and snowy Autumn Day. I was still just 17, and yes still a fucking virgin as I moved on to my engineering apprenticeship.

Oh, and did I mention? That wall that I shot my load all over and orally semi-satisfied Nurse Slut against; That wall belonged to the base mortuary, alleged to be horrendously haunted. It certainly haunted me that night and for months to come. But the ghosts would soon be allowed to cross over in the coming weeks, as it finally happened for me!


Part 9 – Not so lonely this Christmas