Juliette the Super Tramp
Chapter 7
I dutifully chugged down the acrid pee that now would once again be
cycled through my kidneys and ultimately wind up in my bladder. Hopefully this
time it would eventually reach the hospital sewer system without additional
detours through yours truly. This nasty task accomplished, I awaited further
instructions from my nurse. "Now something to cleanse the palate shall we say."
As she spoke, Ms Likre's fantastic round bottom began to descend onto my face. I
inhaled her scent and found it quite pleasing; earthy with just a hint of
raspberries, which I found to be most odd. It stopped mere inches from my
straining tongue and then her delicate hands appeared, and began to pull those
luscious cheeks apart to make access to her chocolate starfish a snap. Moments
later I made contact and began my preliminary exploration of this virgin
territory.
Although I took pride in my sordid past, my experience performing
analingus on women was woefully deficient. I decided to take full advantage of
this opportunity to develop a new skill, and so I took to this challenge with a
great deal of enthusiam despite my ignorance. Ms Likre proved to be a most
patient and very understanding teacher once she recognized my sincere effort to
return to her good graces. The imp once more became an angel and as for me, I
was approaching nirvana as her arse moved subtley to present various avenues for
my tongue and lips to travel.
As I licked and lapped my way across her rounded bottom, sampling her
flesh as often as she would permit, I thought back to the times I'd been in
this position except it was a man's hairy and usually unwashed bum that was
presented, nay, thrust into my face. The act was always part of a greater
activity, a gang rape of my arse, a sound thrashing with whatever implement was
handy, be it wood, rubber or leather, or even the application of electricity or
perhaps a lit cigar or cigarette to the more tender portions of my anatomy. In
comparison to what was taking place on my foul smelling pallet, this was
heavenly.
My mentor made some subtle shifts in how she presented her hindquarters
to my busy tongue and lips, announcing a new direction for my efforts. My tongue
worked its way up between her cheeks and she signaled that a slower approach to
her winking brown eye was in order. I happily complied, improvising somewhat as
I slipped my tongue further up her utterly hairless crevice. I mentally berated
myself for allowing my personal hygiene to suffer some during my confinement. In
contrast to her pristine condition, I was a jungle of unruly hair, growing
wildly into any space that was available. I made a vow to rectify this situation
as quickly as permitted by my handlers, whoever and wherever they and I might
be.
At last I reached the holy grail, if you'll pardon the very bad pun, and
set about worshipping it with every fiber of my being. I kissed it over and over
almost as if I was chanting a mantra. A slight movement signaled that more than
my lips were anticipated. My tongue wormed from my mouth and began probing that
moist entryway. To my utter amazement, it began to give way and flower, allowing
the tip of my tongue to begin burrowing upwards. Emboldened, I sought to work
more and more of my little snake inside that warm tunnel. Then I felt this
indescribable feeling begin to radiate from my clitoris.
It took me some time to realize that nurse Likre's tongue was pierced
and perhaps more than one stud had been embedded within it. The sensation was
like nothing I had ever experienced. At best my clit, or hot button as it had
been described by those who tormented it for their own selfish pleasure, had
received rough treatment intended to make me responsive. Now it was being gently
manipulated and teased to bring it to full flower so it could be properly
stimulated to bring me pleasure. I responded by soaking the portion of the
mattress beneath my outspread thighs, not to mention flooding my nurse's mouth
and face with my spendings that were considerable. She quickly broke contact wth
me and I was even deprived of that moist passageway into her body. Feelings of
despair lanced through me as I feared that my behavior had destroyed all chances
for there to be anything positive between me and my angel of mercy.
"Oh my god! You're a squirter!" Ms Likre exclaimed once she recovered
her composure. Having rarely been given the opportunity to have a satisfactory
orgasm, this came as news to me. I tried to recall the last time I came
willingly, but it was but a dim memory in the far distant past. I did not know
at present whether this new capability was an asset or a debit in the ledger of
my existence. The kiss she planted upon my poor shriveled clit gave me the
answer I was seeking and brought me very close to swooning from the combination
of relief and gratitude that flowed through me.
For the next hour or was it two or three, I certainly didn't bother
counting, my playmate had her way with me. To be honest I was almost as
intrigued by my capabilities as she was. I squirted to the left and squirted to
the right. I squirted up into the air and into her face. I don't know how I did
what I did, but who cared? One time she even managed to arrange my body so when
I gushed I had the opportunity of tasting, smelling and feeling what it was that
was being ejaculated by my glands everytime my nurse found the secret spot and
toyed wth it for what seemed like seconds, but in truth was more like minutes.
Ms Likre was one greedy lady. Even the one blast that was self inflicted
did not belong to me; she quickly commendeered the area and licked it clean,
smacking her lips as she did. To her credit, she did give me a long and very
juicy kiss afterwards and we managed to swap a few drops of my precious essence,
as she described my spendings. Finally the well ran dry and it was a relief to
be able to rest for a while. Having as many orgasms as I did and expending as
much energy to produce them left me limp. My playmate acted somewhat contrite at
her selfishness, but I knew it to be facade, especially after hearing her
observe that I'd probably be ready for another round in perhaps as little as
twenty minutes.
My biggest problem at the moment was the condition of my bed,
specifically my thoroughly soaked mattress. Although the smell was more an aroma
than an odor, it still felt clammy and decidedly cool to the touch. My angel of
mercy seemed to enjoy wallowing in the residue of my offerings, which was a
great shock to me. Normally I played the role of the pig in any sexual romp;
this was a new experience for me. Nurse Likre assured me that well before the
next shift came on my bedding would be replaced with material that was fresh and
dry. How she intended to bring about this miracle was beyond my ken, but for the
moment I could do little but trust her to deliver on her promise.
I was now introduced to the concept of pillow talk, something alien to
my way of having sex. In my life, when the sex was over, it was usually because
I was unconscious from exhaustion and the pain that was always associated with
the process. If I was still in control of my senses I'd be turned over to
another pervert or group of perverts who would use me as an outlet for their
sick fantasies until I was no longer able to function even as a fuck pig and
pain slut. In the rare case that no one else was interested in using and abusing
me, I'd be left alone in total isolation until my next scheduled group of fuck
buddies would descend upon me. So you can imagine my confusion as I lay in what
seemed like a pool of my own spendings enjoying that afterglow that is so unique
after one has just had a dozen or was it dozens of very satisfying orgasms.
My nurse,now also my lover, began our little tete-a-tete by chiding me
concerning my boorish behavior when I realized that she had been wth child.
"Just because I'm attracted to women as well as men doesn't mean I'm averse to
those uges that most women have concerning procreation.You seem not to be able
to accept all the responsibilities and joys that are associated with being with
a man." At that last remark I took a great deal of exception. I did not go into
the type of detail I was capable when it came to my previous relationships with
members of the opposite gender, but I did make the point that when it came to
orgasms, all of mine prior to this awesome afternoon had either been self
induced via foreign implements or forced by various manipulations of my genitals
by mostly men who were merely interested in demonstrating their power over my
body. My companion was silent for a time, then launched into a brief description
of what it meant to be bisexual and married to a very undersanding male.
"In my case being bisexual had been an immense help to making my
marriage a continually exciting adventure for both myself and my husband. Once I
had revealed my broad tastes when it came to sexual partners, my husband-to-be
made me promise only one thing, which at first I found to be rather intrusive,
but after putting it into practice I discovered it was a boon to our
relationship. His only condition to allowing me to continue to have
relationships with other women were that he be introduced to them so he could
determine if they might be interested in having him join the relationship. To my
utter amazement it turned out that over half of my lovers were most favorable to
his suggestion that he be allowed to join us when it was suitable."
"Perhaps this should not have come as such a great surprise; after all I
was bisexual and most attracted to him. More than half of my female partners
were decidedly bisexual and another substantial portion were rather ambivalent
about their sexuality. Why then shouldn't quite a number of these women also be
interested in a man who I definitely was drawn to as well? Within a year of
making this pact it was rare when I had an exclusive lesbian relationship. He
claimed that during these specific liaisons our sex life grew much more intense
and I became more aggressive, perhaps to compensate for my lover not being able
to enjoy him as well. When we were married, my maid of honor and two other
female members of my wedding party had already been with us both. To make it
even more of an adventure, my current female lover joined us for a few days on
our honeymoon and we had the most marvelous time of it draining the poor man to
the point that he could barely make it out to the pool to rest from his labors
of trying to satisfy two very horny women who had nothing better to do with
their time than take turns seducing the poor dear and each other."
I was speechless by now. Then my stomach intruded with a series of loud
grumbles that brought a lilting laugh from my lover. It dawned on me that I
hadn't been fed since last evening. I'd been so busy enjoying myself that I
hadn't noticed. My nurse was quick to inform me that according to my doctor's
orders I was not to have anything except liquids until further notice.I hoped
that at least the liquid I would be taking was not the recycled type, but I
could already see from Ms Likre's face that even this hope was not to be. The
mischievous pixie in her rose to the surface once again, this time much less
foreboding I had to admit. "There is nothing in the order that forbids you from
samplng your own spendings, which as I can attest are considerable and quite
tasty I might add. Would you like me to milk you?" Even before I could give my
permission, her knowing fingers were tripping over my pebbled flesh on their way
to producing another gusher from this unquenchable source located deep within
me.
( To be continued )
