The Lesbian Nurse - by David

This story is completely true.

I lived in a town just South West of London for about ten years, having 
been married and divorced quite rapidly while in my twenties.  I lived 
alone but with a pretty solid relationship with a woman who lived with 
her family some thirty miles further off.  I was working up in the City 
and this town was an easy train commute and had the River Thames 
running through it and the huge green parks and commons of that part of 
London for running and cycling.  My house was comfortable and I had 
privacy and time to indulge myself in the occasional fling on the side. 

I had met my regular partner through a real hippie-style personal 
growth movement free-love kind of thing that was flourishing in London 
in the eighties, and had decided on this place to live having met a 
lesbian nurse in the same circle.  She had a house there and I was 
looking for the kind of place where I could play drums with my jazz 
band.  She suggested her neighborhood as it has many detached houses, 
which is unusual in England where houses all seem to get built in 
little terraces or groups with common walls.

So I became a neighbour of Sue.  Sue was a pretty seriously political 
lesbian feminist with a succession of girlfriends, but we got on well.  
I would take her dog running, watch out for her house when she was away 
and that kind of thing.  We liked to talk and share a bottle of wine, 
and as we both had massage training that too became a regular way of 
spending an evening.  She just wasn’t into men.

One evening in the summer we decided to have some wine and share a 
massage.  We laid out soft pillows and blankets and lit incense and 
warmed the scented oils, opening a chilled bottle of wine.  That day 
she massaged me first and my hard marathon runners legs were eased by 
her strong lean fingers.  She liked to make sure my cock was draped out 
of the way over the leg she wasn’t working on, or laid up my belly, and 
would matter-of-factly just arrange things to suit.  I was really 
really relaxed and never got hard during any of this and just lay there 
enjoying the utter bliss of a good massage.

Then I got to work with care on her fantastic body.  Sue had the most 
beautiful pale skin with dark hair.  She was lean and fit with a 
perfect bottom and beautiful breasts.  She had a boyish kind of face 
and was the kind of person everyone just knew was gay.  Her pussy hair 
was dark and not thick, and her labia showed through beneath as a dark 
plum red line with outer lips that were just like, well lips.  Just 
kissable . I started on her back and shoulders giving long, strong 
strokes which soon had her breathing deeply and slowly. I worked deeply 
into the muscles of her legs moving from her slim ankles right up to 
probing deeply into the bones of her hips.  

I helped her to turn over to work on her legs from the front, my hands 
occasionally brushing near the soft curls of her cunt.  Pouring warm 
oil on to her belly I moved my hands in deep circles and up to her 
chest and throat.  

This was not the first time we had massaged by any means - this was a 
pretty regular thing we did, but that day a new aroma arose from her.  
A deep, dark, hungry woman smell that was pungent and strong and 
unmistakable.  I said, "Do you need to come?".  She purred and made it 
clear that something had to happen.  She had just let herself go and 
involuntarily responded and was now out of control.

I have always loved the taste of excited cunt so I gently spread her 
legs and lay down with my lips to her swelling cunt.  Her outer lips 
were dark and her taste and smell was strong, almost bitter and 
smelling like rosewood oil.  I could take her inner lips right into my 
mouth and pull and suck on them.  Her clitoris grew under my tongue and 
she came quickly and fiercely and noisily.  She came just the once 
really hard and that was all she needed.  It was beautiful to see, 
hear, and smell.

We were both really quite surprised and had sort of silly grins on our 
faces, but there was a "well, what the hell" feeling and we enjoyed a 
drink of wine.  I could taste her cunt with the wine.  She asked me if 
I needed to come too - I had become inevitably hard.  I lay down and 
proudly openly and shamelessly stroked and pumped my cock to an 
incredible climax while she watched closely and with fascination.  She 
held my balls and pressed the root of my cock just near my anus as the 
come jetted into the air.  "I could feel you coming all the way down 
here", she said.  It was sort of educational.

From that day, our regular massages always ended this way as two 
friends took care to ensure each other’s total satisfaction.  It sort 
of wasn’t sexual in a funny way - or certainly not heterosexual.  
Neither of us mentioned it but we obviously both valued what we had 
while our other "normal" relationships went ahead.

Some years later as I brought Sue to another regular and healthy 
release I slipped an oiled finger into her anus.  The violence of her 
orgasm was shattering and sudden and of a quite different intensity.  
"I never told you how sensitive I am there", she said.  

At our next massage, I slid my oiled cock up and down between her white 
buttocks, working the head around and around over and into her anus 
which pursed and opened like a little budding mouth to sip and nibble 
at my cock.  She whimpered and could not take it fully in that first 
time, but soon began to relax and would come shouting and cursing and 
swearing as I would plunge deep into her.  

"Is it really all in?", she would ask.  "Feel", I would say, taking her 
small hand around to touch herself and feel that my whole cock was 
indeed deep in her hungry hungry arse, my belly pressed against her 
soft white buttocks.

She would love me to bugger her quickly too without warning.  I might 
drop in after work when walking from the station, and lean her suddenly 
over the kitchen table, pull down her clothes and drive my hard cock 
straight into her dark secret rose that I would have oiled with a drop 
of saliva.

Funnily enough the last time we ever met she demanded her cunt fucked.  
It was perhaps a way of saying goodbye.  We had shared intense sexual 
pleasure for ten years and it was time to move on.  I had only briefly 
entered her cunt for a fleeting moment in all those years.  That last 
time I had sold my house and moved away, there was some anger and she 
swore "fuck me, you bastard" as she came hard. Her cunt sucked and held 
deeply at the root of my cock as my balls pumped and pumped.