Nurse Harkness, the Sequel

In my story, "Nurse Harkness," I introduced the character, Cindy Martin. She told her story:

Miss Harkness thought it only right that she thank young Cindy Martin in person for encouraging Jeff Dryden to ask her out. She invited her to lunch.

"I'm so happy for you Miss Harkness, I mean Mrs. Dryden. No one should spend their life alone."

"Well, I can't thank you enough. You don't seem to be alone. How did that happen?"

I went through puberty later than most girls. I was so embarrassed in the locker room after gym class. All the other girls had boobs and hair down there, and I didn't have anything, anywhere.

I was so disappointed when it actually happened. Within a year I knew my boobs weren't going to get very big, and even then I knew boys liked big ones.

I'd overheard my older brother talking with his friends about ‘titties' a lot. And they always talked about humongous ones. That wasn't me; it wasn't going to be me and it never would be me. I can't tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep.

My older sister, Angie came to the rescue. She was ten years older than me. "Cindy, yes, boys like boobs, but even more than that you'll find as you grow older that they like what you have between your legs even more."

She suggested that I never allow even a hint of hair to grow down there. "I'm telling you; they'll love it." I followed her advice.

Secondly, I didn't want to wait until I grew older to find out if boys like what I had between my legs. Angie called it her pussy, and that's what I started to call mine.

One day I caught them in the act. Angie and boyfriend were so ‘busy' they didn't even know I was there. They were moaning, grunting. "C'mon, Harry, keep giving me your cock. Keep fucking me," Angie screamed with Harry on top of her. "I love your cock. Fuck me, fuck me."

I was hiding in Angie's closet watching them. If Angie was right that boys loved pussy, it was apparent that girls, at least Angie, loved cock.

I couldn't really see Harry's cock, and I'd never seen my older brother naked, but I knew I just had to see one. Actually, more than see it, if it made Angie feel so good.

On a few more occasions, I hid in Angie's closet and watched them. She sure seemed to like it. I wanted to know what it felt like.

I didn't get a chance, at least for a while. Angie again came to the rescue. One day, she came to my room, "Cindy, you're much too young to be with a boy, but I know what I was like when I was your age. I have a present for you."

She handed me a neatly wrapped box. I opened it and inside was a dildo. Of course, at the time, I had no idea what it was or what it was for. I looked at her quizzically.

"You'll figure it out. Bring it to bed with you tonight, but don't let mom find out. I have one, too. I just call it my green thing." The one she gave me was red.

It's not that I'd never masturbated. I started soon after puberty, but I always just used a finger, and to be fair for the most part was just exploring. I was scared the first time I found my clitoris and how it felt. Too good, to be honest.

I'm not stupid, but it took me a while to figure out exactly what to do with that red thing, but within a month I was fucking myself nightly.

I couldn't thank Angie enough, but then one day, while hiding in her closet, my opinion of her drastically changed. I watched her give Harry a blowjob. At the time, I didn't know what she was doing, but I thought it was the most disgusting thing ever. I have to admit, they both seemed to be enjoying it.

I tried to avoid her for weeks, and every time I looked at her face, all I saw were her lipstick covered lips, and where they'd been and what they'd done. I didn't dare hide in her closet again. I mean, what else might she do? I couldn't even imagine.

Angie was my sister, and we couldn't exist like this forever; if she even knew how I felt. One day, just three months after giving me my ‘present', while I was in my room studying, she knocked on my door. "Cindy, I feel terrible. When I gave you your red thing, I forgot to give you batteries."

Batteries?"

"Oh, yeah. Here, let me show you." She went in my underwear drawer, where I kept it. I mean, she was my sister, we had few secrets.

I watched as she opened up the dildo and inserted two batteries. "Tonight, just push this button, you'll see," she smiled. "Tomorrow, you'll thank me."

I was a little hesitant, and feared that my parents in their room down the hall might hear the buzzing sound. I was still not comfortable touching my clitoris, but I loved the feeling of my red thing inside me.

Yes, I thanked Angie the next day. With the battery on, it did feel wonderful going in and out of my pussy, and especially when I touched my clitoris with it.

There was just one problem. Angie came through as a big sister should. "Ang, my red thing with the batteries is wonderful, but do they make them any bigger?"

She laughed. "Let me see what I can do."

A week later, she handed me a box. "You can keep them both." I called one my big red thing, and the other my bigger red thing. It was ideal, and gave me hours of pleasure. Once I became comfortable using it on my clitoris, I worried about my mom and dad hearing me moan.

Speaking of mom and dad. They both worked, and often their jobs took them out of town for a few days every week. With Angie around, they felt I was supervised.

In high school my first boyfriend was Greg Pashton. Whenever we were alone he wanted to feel up my tits. I was so embarrassed because they were so small. I pushed his hand away, but I did something you probably wouldn't expect. I guided his hand under my skirt.

For about a month after that first time, I let Greg finger me every time we had a chance to be alone. However, my bigger red thing gave me so much more pleasure. I wanted more.

The opportunity came when my best friend, Ginny Parker's parents were away on vacation. We had the whole house to ourselves. She invited her boyfriend over, and I invited Greg.

That was the first time I got fucked. It was just okay, and of course, it wasn't the last.

Shortly thereafter we broke up. It wasn't anything specific, it was just that I wanted to experience other cocks. Lots of other cocks, and as Miss Harkness told you, there were a whole bunch of them.

Speaking of Miss Harkness, it's a good thing she sent me to Planned Parenthood. I'm sure I would have gotten pregnant. On the other hand, even with her advice, I never really thought about STDs.

One day, in the girls' room at school, I overheard two girls talking about Chucky Dryden. "He has the biggest one I've ever seen."

"Becky, not just seen, but fucked."

"Oh, yeah, that too," they giggled.

I'd known Chucky since grade school. I let him know that I wanted to see him, and one evening while my parents were out of town and Angie was in her room busy with Harry, I invited him over.

I didn't waste any time. I dragged him into my bedroom, and couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. With other guys, I'd gladly take off my panties, but never my blouse or bra. Like I said, I was embarrassed about my small tits.

That night with Chucky, I didn't hesitate. He could have it all, as long as I could have what those girls in the bathroom were gossiping about.

They weren't lying. It was bigger than my bigger red thing, and unlike most of the other boys, Chucky kept fucking me and fucking me. If he was one of my red things, I'd have to change the batteries. He just kept going and going.

There was nothing like it. Chucky fucked me twice that night.

The next morning, Angie asked me, "who were you with last night? He sure had you going crazy."

"Was I that loud?"

"Oh yeah. You're very lucky mom and dad weren't home; but I'll tell you, Harry and I were highly entertained.

I blushed.

Needless to say, my pussy was always available when Chucky and I had a chance to be alone. I never got tired of that big cock. If he could have done it four or five times in a night my pussy would have been ready.

I'm petite, but from that first time, my pussy had no trouble taking Chucky's big cock. Sure, I needed some lubrication, but I also needed it on those nights when I fucked myself with my bigger red thing, especially if it was the fourth or fifth time in a night.

When Ginny Parker told me about the blowjob she gave Jerry Fullerton I was nauseated. I'd felt the same way when I caught my sister blowing Harry. I couldn't imagine. Besides, I loved having Chucky's cock in my pussy.

The summer after our senior year, we both knew it would end soon with Chuck going to college across the country. He was very persistent about eating me.

Finally, I relented, but I was less than enthusiastic. Then he started, and it was every bit as good as having that big cock fuck me. No, better.

I always had amazing, and numerous orgasms when Chuck fucked me, and of course, using my bigger red thing I always made sure that I was totally satisfied, but Chuck's tongue brought me places I never dreamed of. Thank you, Miss Harkness.

I was so disappointed that Chuck hadn't insisted earlier, but that was all my fault. I loved that big cock filling my pussy, but if I had only known.

Once Chuck left, I dated a lot of guys at the community college or I met at bars. To get a second date a guy had to have one of two things: a big cock or a very good tongue.

Those guys were few and far between, but when I found one like Evan Morton, I was hooked.

Evan Morton fulfilled both my requirements. His cock was every bit as big as Chuck's, and as much as he liked fucking me, he adored my pussy. Well, actually, his tongue adored my pussy.

One night, Evan asked me if I'd be interested in blowing him. It was after a long evening of pussy eating, and I was in a state of bliss. I'd have done almost anything.

I so wanted Evan to feel like he'd just made me feel. I'm sure he was disappointed. I didn't have any idea how to suck a cock. I still remembered how I almost vomited watching Angie blow Harry and when Ginny Parker told me about blowing Jerry Fullerton.

We ended the night with a fuck, and I thought I was as animated as I'd ever been. I was trying to make-up for my ineptitude.

The next day, I knocked on Angie's bedroom door. Yes, she still lived at home, but often to my parents' disapproval spent some nights at Harry's apartment. "I need to ask you something?"

"What's up?"

I admitted that I accidently caught her blowing Harry, and now that Evan wanted me to, I don't know how. The accidently part was a little bit of a lie.

It didn't seem to bother her that I'd watched her. "You mean with all the guys you've fucked, you haven't give any of them a blowjob?"

I shook my head ‘no.'

"Cindy, you must be one great fuck because I know they keep coming back."

I blushed. Angie was right, I was almost twenty-years-old and had fucked a lot of guys. Too numerous to remember them all. Most of them begged me for more dates, but I wanted to try as many as possible.

"You could start by practicing on your red things. The smallest one first, and then work up to the bigger one."

"Is that what you did?"

"Nope. I'll be honest with you, the first time Harry wanted me to suck his cock, I didn't even hesitate. And, at least according to Harry, I was pretty good right away."

"Angie, I tried last night, and it just felt so icky."

"Cindy, you must never let a guy know that. They think their cock's the greatest thing ever, and that we should worship it."

"What am I going to do?"

"Well, like I said, you could practice on your red things."

"I'm sure that's not the same."

"I have a radical, crazy idea. Ummm, no, never mind."

"What is it?"

"No, it was stupid."

"Angie, tell me."

"Okay, but I don't think you'll like it. What if I convinced Harry to let you practice on him, while I gave you some instruction?"

"Your Harry? He's almost 30-years-old." Remember I wasn't quite 20, and 30-years-old seemed ancient to me.

"See, I told you it was a crazy idea. Try your red things."

That night I did. Starting with the smaller one. The original one that Angie gave me. I always washed it good after I'd fucked myself with it. It tasted a little like soap.

Then after fucking myself with it for a while, I put it back in my mouth. Going way back to when I first started masturbating, I put my finger in my mouth after it had been in my pussy. I wasn't deterred by the taste: my taste. And of course, later on, starting with Chuck, those boys loved how it tasted.

I was disappointed with using my big red thing. Nothing happened, and I ended up masturbating with it; battery on.

Lying in bed in the morning, I started again with my bigger red thing in my mouth, but I started thinking about what Angie said. I mean about Harry.

What would it be like with a guy that old? All the boys I'd been with her my about my age. I don't think any were older than 21.

Angie seemed very happy with Harry, and the noises they made confirmed that, but could a man that old still get hard. Could he fuck and fuck and fuck like Chuck had done, and now Evan?

I went to her room, not even bothering to knock. She was half asleep. "Do you think Harry would be willing to let me try?"

"What?"

"You know, remember you had this idea that I could practice on Harry?"

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Oh, yeah. Harry. Umm, Harry loves blowjobs. When I tell him my kid sister wants to suck his cock, I'm sure he'll be fine with it."

"Angie, you have to tell him I don't know how, and you'll be there teaching me. Will you call him, please?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Maybe he can come over right away. While you call him, I'll take a shower."

In the shower, I used a razor to make sure that I was as smooth as could be. I suspected that when my mouth disappointed Harry, he'd want to fuck me. That is if a man his age could.

Angie poked her head in the bathroom, "Hey Cindy, Harry will be here in an hour, he's anxious. Hurry up, so I can get in the shower."

I was sure that Angie had made it clear to Harry what I wanted and why, but just in case, I put on my sexiest nightgown. It was shear, with nothing left to the imagination.

Angie was like me: small tits. I'm sure Harry was okay with that, and over the last year or so, I'd become comfortable with what I had. As Angie told me a long time ago: boys are interested in what you have between your legs. Now, I hoped I could interest Harry, and in the future Evan, in what my mouth could do.

Angie was just getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang. I answered it.

"Wow," he said as he looked me up and down. I'm sure he'd never looked at me as anything other than Angie's little sister. "Cindy, you're not the little girl I envisioned."

"Thank you, Harry." I pirouetted so he could see all of me. "And thanks for coming. I really need to learn how." I didn't want there to be any misunderstanding. "Come with me, my bedroom is this way." I let Angie know where we'd be, as if she couldn't guess.

"Harry, why don't you lay down on the bed." I started to pull my negligee over my head.

"Cindy, I gotta tell you, your mouth looks so inviting. My cock is getting hard just thinking about it."

Just then Angie walked in wrapped in a towel. "Harry, why don't you sit on the edge of the bed. I know you like me to do you that way. Cindy, here let me put this pillow on the floor for your knees. Trust me, you're going to need it."

By this time, I was naked. Harry gave another "Wow." Angie and I were about the same size, although she was a little taller. We'd both heard men talk: "damn, she has a killer ass." Of course, both of us were hairless.

Harry was sitting on the bed as Angie suggested. Apparently, my body turned him on. I was surprised his cock was standing up, and his balls were hanging over the edge of the bed.

For the next half hour Angie instructed me on how to please Harry's cock. I was on my knees on the floor, and she sat on the bed next to him. I was just licking his head, his shaft and using my tongue and lips on his balls.

Harry had a nice size cock. Not as big as Chuck or Evan's, but bigger than most of the guys I'd been with, and like I said, from the noises Angie made, it gave her hours of pleasure.

"Now, it's time to get serious," she said. "Put his cock in your mouth, even if it's only just the head." I followed her coaching, and once I got my lips over his cockhead, I felt her hand on the top of my head. "Cindy, now just a little more." She pressed down on my head. "That's it. Breath through your nose."

It took some time, but with Angie's hand pushing down on my head, eventually I had almost three inches of Harry's cock in my mouth. "Cindy, you can come up for air now. Tell Harry how much you loved sucking his cock. It's important that you let men know you like it."

I did like it, but I'd rather he fill my pussy instead of my mouth. I did have to admit that my pussy was damp. "Harry, your cock felt so good in my mouth. I want to try again; maybe I can take a little more."

Harry was a good sport. By that I mean, with Angie's assistance and direction, he let me practice most of the morning, with an occasional break so I could catch my breath. "Now, tell him you want more. You want to keep sucking it."

To be fair, more than once I started to gag. "Fight it, Cindy, fight it. You can do it."

I was back at it after lunch with Angie coaching me, and Harry, amazingly was still hard.

Just before dinner, with Angie's hand pressing down on my head, I had all of Harry's cock in my mouth. "That's it Cindy, now slowly come up, almost to his head. Now, back down." She pushed my head back down. "Up. That's it. Up and down just like that. Like you're fucking it. Come on, Harry come for us. Cindy wants to taste your cum."

Really I didn't, but I'd come this far, and Harry deserved it. Angie was behind me with both hands pressing down on my head when Harry came. "Arrrrrh, arrrrh, arrrrh," he grunted. "Arrrrrh, arrrrh, arrrrh."

I tried to take his cock out of my mouth. There was too much. It was overflowing, but Angie wouldn't let me. "Swallow it, swallow it all, Cindy. Harry tastes delicious, doesn't he?"

I had to admit, the taste wasn't as bad as I thought it might. "Harry, thank you for your help."

"Cindy, I'm going to have Harry come by tomorrow and you can practice some more. You don't mind, do you Harry?" She laughed.

"Not at all, but after I've rested a while, I'd like a crack at Cindy's young pussy."

My pussy started to leak just thinking about getting fucked. "It's okay with me," said Angie, "if Cindy will have you."

"It's only right, after what Harry's allowed me to do today. I'm all yours."

First of all, I'd been surprised that Harry, at his age, could even get hard, and now he was ready for a second time.

Angie watched television while Harry and I got under the covers. All those other guys I'd done even big cock Chuck and big cock Evan did not do to me what Harry did.

Those boys fucked me. Oh, they fucked me good, but Harry made love to me. First, with his tongue, and he sure knew how. I mean, before he was done, I was begging for his cock. "Harry, please come up here and fuck me, Please," I moaned as his tongue played with my clitoris AGAIN!!!!

When he finally started to fuck me, it was better than any fuck I'd ever had. Sure, Chuck and Evan were much bigger, but they didn't know how to fuck like Harry.

It was the greatest day of my young life. I mean, I'd learned how to suck cock, had my pussy eaten until I couldn't take it anymore and now just got the best fuck of my life.

Shortly thereafter Harry left my bedroom, and I fell into the best sleep of my life.

I slept through the night, and I think the only thing that woke me up were the sounds coming from Angie's room. Harry and her were clearly fucking the shit out of each other. She was loud and he was grunting, just liked he did last night when he was doing me.

I was in awe. I didn't think a man of his age could possibly even get hard, and now after a blowjob and an incredible fuck, he was right back at it again. I had totally misjudged Harry, or maybe it was all men his age.

I was outside on the porch when Angie came out. "Cindy, you're not going to be able to practice with Harry today. He's worn out."

"I know," I laughed. "I heard you. Damn, that old man can fuck."

"Why do you think I stay with him?" Angie smiled. "He'll come by tomorrow and you can practice some more.

The following day, with Angie's guidance, I was bobbing up and down on Harry's cock. A cock that had treated my pussy so well. I could take most of it in mouth and then take it out and then get right back down on it. "That's it Cindy, fuck it with your mouth. Fuck that cock, Fuck it good," Angie encouraged me.

I was enjoying sucking Harry's cock. Doing it had my pussy leaking, and I had a dilemma. I wanted to just keep going and going, but at the same time I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to taste it; savor it this time.

I suppose my mouth had some control over that, but I was having such a good time going up and down on Harry's cock then it just happened. "That's it Cindy, swallow every drop. Swallow it." I didn't need Angie's coaching. I took it all until just a dribble trickled out. I swallowed that, too.

Angie was ecstatic. "Oh, Cindy, you're going to make all the boys so happy. I don't think you need Harry and me to help you anymore."

It was after dark when she dragged Harry to her bedroom and a few hours later I heard them moaning, groaning and grunting.

When I woke up in the morning, they were back at it. I don't think I'd ever heard Angie so loud.

An hour later while I was having coffee, Angie and Harry joined me. "So, Cindy when are you going to see Evan again? He'll sure be surprised."

"Cindy, you're very talented. You're a natural, you just needed Angie and me to bring it out of you."

"I loved it, Harry, but I liked the way you fucked me, too."

"The perfect 20-year-old," Harry smiled. "An amazing, willing fuck and a gifted cocksucker. A man couldn't ask for more."

"Don't forget," Angie added, "you told me she has a sweet tasting pussy, too."

"Ummmm, I have one more favor to ask you," I said.

"I think I've done enough for my little sister. What else could I possibly do?"

"I must confess, I thought Harry was too old for sex. Now, I know better. I wonder if you and Harry have a friend his age or even older, who might be interested in someone like me."

They both laughed. "What's so funny?"

"I'll bet we know a hundred guys who'd be excited to have someone as hot as you interested in them," Harry said.

"What about Evan?" Angie asked.

"Oh, he's just a boy. After Harry, I want a man."

"How about Tim Harkness?" Angie asked Harry.

"Well, he's a widow, and it's been almost two years since his wife died. He might be ready."

"He's over fifty, isn't he? Do you think he might be interested in someone as young as me?"

"I can ask him, but as soon as I tell him how skillful you are, his cock will probably get hard." Harry smiled.

Tim Harkness turned out to be my father's age: 50. He was over 6' tall with a bit of belly. His cock was about the same size as Harry's; not nearly as big as Chuck or Evan's.

Like Harry, he just didn't fuck me, he made love to me. His tongue made my pussy purr, and had me begging for his cock. The thing was that when I was begging I wanted that cock in my mouth or in my pussy. It didn't matter. I just wanted it.

My pussy was on fire from his tongue and I wanted his cock to fill me up. At the same time, I wanted to thank him with my mouth for the things his tongue did to me.

Tim and I stayed together for two years. We were perfect for each other. I couldn't get enough of his cock and his tongue, and he couldn't get enough of my pussy and my mouth. It was a perfect match.

What made it so much better was that he was Miss Harkness' younger brother. I mean, Mrs. Melissa Harkness Dryden.