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smut. Miss Harper, you should be ashamed of yourself."

"Hear me out."

Miss Ferguson's mouth could not have been open any wider as the headmistress explained the joy that Randall Ewing's tongue brought her. She neglected to tell her about the joy she gave him with her mouth. Or the way her eyes sparkled when she had her mouth full.

Still, she left the Wilkinson campus in a huff. "How could she?" Miss Ferguson thought almost aloud.

Five nights of restless sleep followed. She couldn't get the idea of Miss Harper having a student enjoying the delights of her pussy out of her head. It dawned on the nurse that perhaps she could convince Timothy Gregory to allow her to enjoy the delights of whatever it was he had in his pants. At least he wasn't some old man.

Miss Meredith Ferguson struggled with the decision she was about to make, but she made it. She sent Timothy Gregory a note: "you are to report to the nurse's office at the Cavendish School this Friday promptly at 6 PM. You are not free of punishment for the recent incident at the girls' dormitory."

Little Timmy Gregory was frightened when he arrived at Miss Ferguson's office. He was thankful that in the darkness the night he was caught, the nurse did not notice that his zipper was down and he was playing with himself.

From her time working in the geriatric ward at the hospital, Miss Ferguson knew that men masturbated. She assumed that boys did, too.

"Were you looking in the girls' dorm window to see my girls naked?"

Tim was intimidated by Nurse Ferguson who stood, towering over him. He blushed and silently bowed his head.

Her interrogation continued, "were you masturbating?"

Timmy Gregory's face could not have turned any redder. CAUGHT!!!

"Did you see their breasts? Timmy, be honest, did you see anything else?"

"Ummm, no ma'am. You caught me before . . ."

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

"I-I . . ."

"What do you boys call it, a pussy? You wanted to see their pussies, didn't you?"

"I-I . . ."

"Was this the first time you spied on my girls?"

"I-I . . ." The truth was that he'd peeked in the windows of the girls' dormitory numerous times; and numerous times, masturbated. Right there, beneath the windows. Only this time he was caught.

"You're blushing and stuttering, Timmy. Have you ever seen a pussy?"

"No, ma'am. I-I . . .I mean not in real life. Only in pictures."

"Well, today is your big chance, Timmy. Get on your knees and put your head under my skirt."

Nurse Meredith Ferguson was wearing her traditional white nurse's uniform with a skirt below her knees. Sitting in a chair, she spread her legs for Tim Gregory. What was untraditional was that she wasn't wearing panties.

"Go ahead look at it." Nurse Ferguson hiked her skirt higher and spread her legs wider. "Take a good look, Timmy. That's what you wanted to see when you were spying. Only I'm not a girl; I'm a woman."

In nursing school, Meredith joined a women's group; almost like a sorority in the US. Like American sororities, there was various forms of hazing. In this particular group, new members were required to shave their labia; leaving just a tuft of hair on their pubic bone. She liked the way she looked; she kept it like that and groomed herself meticulously.

Like the rest of her, Miss Ferguson's labia were big; as was her clitoris, which extended beyond her labia.

"Now, that you've had a good look, Timmy, why don't you give it a kiss?"

Thus, began little Timmy Gregory's education. Every weekend he disappeared from the Wilkinson School campus. He disappeared under Nurse Ferguson's skirt; familiarizing himself with her pussy.

Timmy didn't know what to do at first. His only frame of reference were those magazines. Many of them, showed women sucking cock. Rarely, did he see a guy eating pussy, and when he did, he only saw his head between the woman's legs. He couldn't actually see him eating.

The way he ate the nurse was the way he saw women sucking cock in those magazines. Miss Ferguson's huge clitoris was like a small cock. He licked and sucked on it. Unbeknownst to him, he was doing something right.

Once her clitoris was engorged; it was a gold mine. Nurse Ferguson moaned loudly as he sucked on it. "OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOH." It was the first time. She didn't know what to think, but she wanted to experience it again and again.

Involuntarily she held his head tightly between her thighs and her hips and ass were moving. She wouldn't call it that, but she was fucking his face.

Just looking at her pussy made Timmy hard. Eating it, made him cum. Not sometimes, every time. The nurse heard him grunt and groan, even above the noises she was making. Oh, and she made them, too.

Once Nurse Ferguson taught little Timothy Gregory the joys of eating her pussy, he was almost addicted. He showed up at the Cavendish School, even in her office. He was like a puppy looking for a treat. Her pussy was the treat. "Who's a good boy? Yes, you are, yes, you are." She patted his head while he ate.

It was easy enough after allowing him to eat her pussy to convince Timmy, as she called him, to take off his pants.

Perhaps it was something in the water at the Wilkinson School. Like Randall Ewing, Timmy Gregory was hung; very well hung, and it looked even more impressive because he was so small.

"My, my Timmy that is an amazing looking penis." Of course, it was standing at attention and Nurse Ferguson's eyes were taking it all in. It is an exaggeration to say that Timmy's cock hung to his knees; it didn't, but like Randall Ewing, if Nurse Ferguson had measured it, she would have found that it was well over 21 centimeters long (almost nine inches).

"Timmy, I think I know how to relieve the anxiety you must be feeling." Meredith Ferguson got out of her chair. For the first time, she played with a young, hard cock. Not the cock of some old man, which she had done while pretending to wash him.

Now, she examined Timmy's cock with her hands and eyes. Inadvertently, she stroked it and it wasn't long before he spurted.

Timmy spurted all over her white nurses' uniform. Then he spurted some more and then even more. Nurse Ferguson didn't know that young men shot so much. On occasion there had been an old man who got a little excited when she was bathing him and had an orgasm. But he didn't really spurt. A little white cream dribbled out of the head of his penis. As a Nurse, she didn't acknowledge it.

It was impossible not to notice what little Timmy Gregory was spewing. She didn't mind that he'd soiled her uniform. Over the years, there had been blood and vomit, but never . . .

It took her a moment, but she realized that she had a rare opportunity. "Timmy, you have a magnificent penis, but the fact that you shot so quickly won't do. You'll have to make an effort to wait until I'm ready for it."

Over the next few months, Timmy Gregory became an extraordinary pussy eater, and his reward, which he thought was the greatest thing, was a hand massage from Nurse Ferguson. She was, as she'd always been, fascinated with what Timmy had between his legs.

"Wait Timmy, wait just a little longer. A little longer." As I said, he was a small boy and she was a big woman. It was a dominant-submissive relationship, but neither would call it that or understand. Timmy thought he was being punished for peeking in the girls' dorm.

Although he had to admit that the way Nurse Ferguson examined his cock sure didn't seem like punishment, and neither did eating her pussy, which as I noted above, he considered a treat. "Who's Nurse Ferguson's good boy? Yes, you are, yes, you are." She patted him on the head as he ate and ate.

That encouraged him to do her clitoris again. "Oh, Timmy, you're such a good boy," pat-pat. "You're Miss Ferguson's good boy." Pat-pat.

It just happened. Nurse Ferguson would sit in a chair, legs spread; Timmy, rather than get on his knees, got on all fours, like a puppy, and licked and licked; doing her clitoris on demand. "That's my good boy."

When the nurse had two or three orgasms, "good boy, now, roll over, roll over for Miss Ferguson."

Tim would get on his back, and she'd play with his penis. "Not yet, Timmy, let Nurse Ferguson play."

It wasn't long before she was using the words she read in those dirty magazines. "Timmy, you have the biggest cock. When I worked in a hospital, I saw lots of men, but none had a cock like yours. So big, so hard." He didn't have to know they were old men and for the most part, never erect.

At the moment, she was holding it perpendicular to his body, sliding her hand up and down and admiring his magnificence. "My good boy gets so big for Miss Ferguson; would you like another reward?"

She'd sit back in the chair, legs spread, and Timmy would get on all fours. "Good boy, that's my good boy. My good boy knows where Nurse Ferguson likes her good boy's tongue."

Another orgasm; then another, "Who's my good boy? Who's my good boy?" pat-pat. "Roll over, roll over."

This time, Nurse Ferguson played with his cock until he spurted. As always, eighteen-year-old Tim's first one, shot almost a foot in the air. "Oh yeah, wow Timmy, that's the most amazing thing." The second and third one's weren't quite as impressive. There was even evidence of a fourth.

"You lie there and rest. Nurse Ferguson will clean you up." Usually, she'd go in the bathroom, wash her hands, get a warm, damp wash cloth, come back and wipe his stomach and then his cock clean.

Not today. In the bathroom, her curiosity got the best of her. She licked Tim's cum from her hands and fingers. That was a first. She was surprised at how good he tasted.

In the hospital, accidentally, blood and even vomit had passed her lips. It was, as you might imagine, disgusting. Not Timmy's cream, which is what those sleazy magazine's called it, and which was the word she now used.

You might think that it was inevitable that at some point, Nurse Ferguson would take his cream directly from the source. Many of those disgusting magazines talked about blowjobs, and you know she had a fascination with cocks.

That's not what happened. One of those awful magazines had a number of stories which talked about the joy of getting fucked. It was written from a woman's point of view, although Nurse Ferguson was certain that, given the language, a man wrote it.

She was determined to personally enjoy the feeling; not just read about it. One of those allegedly woman-written stories talked about the pain of the first time.

As I said, Meredith Ferguson was a big woman. She suspected that her vaginal opening was big; big enough to accommodate Tim's oversized manhood.

She wasn't wrong. The next time, Nurse Ferguson had Tim Gregory roll over, she mounted him. "Timmy, I'm sure you think my hand feels good when I play with your cock, but I'm certain this will feel even better." He didn't have to know she was a virgin.

Slowly, she guided that mammoth cock to her entrance. There was no pain. "Timmy, you know you have to wait. Concentrate on waiting." It hadn't been her intent, but for months she'd prepared him for this; urging him to wait while she played with his cock.

She need not worry. Timmy Gregory thought this was the greatest thing that ever happened to him; and he wasn't going to let it pass quickly. As Nurse Ferguson slid down his cock, it got harder and harder. It was as if his cock was going to explode right out of his foreskin. There was no explosion; at least not yet.

For Meredith Ferguson, this was the culmination of a life-long quest. There was no pain; only joy as Timmy Gregory's big cock filled her up. When his tongue caused her to have an orgasm, involuntarily there were sounds coming out of her mouth; best described as "oooooooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooooh," but in fact indecipherable.

Now, those sounds were much louder, as she slowly moved on that long shaft. She didn't bounce, nor did she ride it. She was getting used to the feeling; after all, like Timmy she was a virgin, too. She was getting used to being invaded. As with his tongue, she started making noises. Some were just loud sounds: "AWWWW, AWWWWW, AWWWWW, AWWWW."

Others were cries of joy, "OH TIMMY, YOUR COCK, YOUR COCK, YOUR COCK." And "OH, OOOH MY PUSSY, MY PUSSY, TIMMY, MY PUSSY."

Like cock, pussy was a word she'd learned from those trashy magazines and novels. As these new feelings washed over her, she did something she didn't think she'd ever do. Meredith Ferguson, a virgin until moments ago, unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and then unhooked her bra.

Her massive breasts were hanging in young Timmy's face. He'd only seen such a thing when he was spying on Nurse Ferguson's girls. None were like hers. Like cock and pussy, she'd learned another new word: "Timmy, my titties are all yours." She guided a nipple to his mouth. If possible, his cock got harder. Later when she reviewed the events of the day, Nurse Ferguson was certain that Timmy's cock not only got harder, but bigger, too. She would have sworn that it stretched her pussy even farther.

Then the most wondrous thing happened. Meredith Ferguson began to bounce on that cock. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster and faster. Of course, her huge titties were bouncing, too. Timmy could no longer keep that nipple in his mouth, but he was getting smothered by them. He loved it; even he felt his cock getting harder. ‘Wait, wait, wait,' he thought to himself. This felt too good to end.

As Miss Ferguson moved, her colossal clitoris was being stimulated; not the way Timmy's tongue stimulated it, but her movements caused her to have an orgasm. She had no idea how many that was today; all she knew was that there was never a better feeling.

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. There was another orgasm. "Timmy, it's time. Shoot your cream, shoot it all in my pussy. Please."

It was the first time, she'd ever said ‘please.' It took a few more minutes of bouncing before Nurse Ferguson could feel him throbbing. It felt like a fire hose spewing only this was Timmy's cream.

Both of them made unidentifiable noises as they came.

In my experience, when I'm on top, I collapse on my partner's chest. If my partner is on top, she falls forward into my arms.

For Timmy Gregory and Meredith Ferguson, it didn't happen like that. Neither could explain what happened next.

The nurse dismounted, and moved back to the chair she'd been sitting in; legs spread over the arms. Her pussy leaking Tim's cream. "Timmy, be a good boy. Be my good boy."

Timmy Gregory got on all fours. He couldn't help but see the cream dripping from her pussy. He masturbated, of course, he knew what it was. He licked her slit and her pussy hole. "Who's my good boy? Who's my good boy?" She patted him on the head. "My good boy knows where Miss Ferguson wants his tongue." She patted him on the head again.

Timmy's lips and mouth found that big clitoris and sucked it like a small cock. "OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH," the nurse moaned as she came.

From that day forward, once, twice, sometimes three times a week, Timmy Gregory came to Miss Ferguson's flat. He ate and ate and ate. Then she'd mount him with those humongous titties in his face. She'd bounce and bounce. Timmy was good about not coming; she'd trained him well, albeit unintentionally for what they were doing. When he just couldn't wait any longer, he shot load after load of his cream inside her.

Then Meredith Ferguson dismounted, sat back in her chair and Timmy licked up all his cream and her juices and then do her clitoris until both were exhausted.

After he graduated, went on to university and then found a job. Once a month, he'd take the train from Liverpool, where he worked to Manchester where he spent the weekend. "Who's my good boy? Who's Miss Ferguson's good boy? Yes, you are, yes, you are."

TO BE CONTINUED

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