One night after heavy drinking, my girlfriends and I came up with a brilliant idea: we’d dress as nurses and go to the local nursing home. The night shift was pretty well occupied, so it was easy to slip in unnoticed. Who’s gonna look at us together and think we’re up to no good, anyway?
There was one guy sitting in the television room all alone. And my friends started chickening out; they giggled as they pushed me into the room first. The old man looked up and waited for me to say something. I stumbled, “I guess it’s time for me to take your pulse…or something.”
The old man didn’t really care; all he was doing was looking at my tits; I bet I could have said, “I’m King Kong” and he wouldn’t have cared. I moved closer and I could hear my girlfriends slowly following me.
I’m not a great liar, so I let out a heavy sigh and said, “Okay, I’m not a nurse. We came for a different reason.” The old man didn’t seem surprised; in fact, he sat up in his wheelchair and smiled.
“I knew it! I knew it! That dear Bobby. He’s always a riot.” He slapped his knees and chuckled, coughing with excitement. “He always said he’d send me a couple of whores—but, hell, three!” He looked each one of us up and down without any self-consciousness. We laughed and one of my girlfriends shook her head “Yes.” We all smiled, affirming his delusion.
“Well, let’s get started now,” the old man said and slapped me on the ass as he moved to the couch. None of us could control our laughter but the man didn’t seem to care. He pulled his dick out of his pants and shook it. “Willy here wants you to give him a little kiss.” My third friend, feeling like she needed to contribute something, began to bend down. “No, no. I want that one,” he said and pointed at me.
I bent down and kissed Willy. “That’s enough,” he said and pushed me away. “You know how long I ain’t seen no damn pussy?” He didn’t wait for a response; instead, he pulled my hips to him. I stumbled backward and he raised my nurse’s uniform. One of my friends crouched down for a better view; the other friend opened her blouse, trying to be helpful by showing the man her tits.
I sucked my fingers, rubbed my clit, and opened my cunt. I didn’t have time to do anything else: he was inside of me, bucking away like a bronco. I held on and bounced, feeling my cunt swell and moisten. He hollered, “Yeah, baby,” and mumbled a few other things as he grunted. He shot his load deep inside of me; it was so much that it was running down my thighs. I guess he’d had it built up for a while.
One of the real nurses walked by; but, instead of yelling or throwing us out, she whipped out her polaroid camera. She made several pics—one of each of us, including the old man and herself. The nurse thanked us as we walked out with my pictures; she said, “I’ve never seen Hank so happy.”
Behind the glass door, we could hear the old man cry out to us, “Tell Bobby I said ‘thanks’ and you girls come back any ole time!”
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