The College Hospital Ch 02

This story follows on directly from The College Hospital, a 1960s first time story.....

After returning to my bed, in the so-called ward, I slept pretty soundly that night, dreaming about what had just happened. I was no longer a virgin! The stimulation and eroticism were beyond my wildest imaginings. I could not believe I was that trigger happy after having enjoyed a magical hand job from Sister Bowen so soon before. In spite of such a recent orgasm only a few short strokes were enough to tip me over the edge into another pretty mind blowing release.

My dreams jumbled up all this new information, these new experiences, into a cerebral cinema production worthy of, yet to be discovered, porn films. I woke up with a powerful erection that I found hard to credit after so much recent sexual activity. As Sister Bowen told me, priapism is dangerous so I set about avoiding medical complications in the usual way.

I was just getting to the point of no return, where I was recalling the actual act of penetration, when Sister Bowen entered with a flourish carrying, much to my relief, a normal thermometer.

"There's no holding you down, is there?" She pronounced noting the obvious movement under my bedclothes, "You know the saying, 'Once a king, always a king, but once a (k)night is enough'!"

I am sure I blushed furiously.

"Three ejaculations in one night is probably over indulging a bit. I'll give you a minute or two," she said with a smirk and left the room.

Somehow that killed the mood a bit, but seeing her pert bum as she turned to leave, and imagining her naked again, shall we say, reawakened my interest.

"I think Sister Johnstone will be discharging you today, but I need to talk to you sometime. Can you come to our flat at about seven tomorrow?"

There was something in the seriousness of her tone that made me realise that this was going to be a genuine talk rather than an invitation to her bed, more's the pity.

Seven o'clock duly arrived and I made my way to the flat that she shared with Sister Johnstone.

"Take a seat." She suggested, indicating the couch, "fancy a beer?"

I accepted and sat down quietly wondering what was coming. Sister Bowen returned from the kitchen, her dress billowed enticingly as she handed me a beer and said,

"Cheers! To get to the point, I just wanted to make sure we both understand just how precarious this situation is, should anyone find out, and I mean anyone.

"If the college finds out I've seduced a patient, I'll get the sack for sure and, with the victorian attitude of this place, I wouldn't give much for your chances either."

This hadn't dawned on me in my postcoital euphoria. We weren't allowed female visitors in our rooms at any time of day, so she was absolutely right. Having sex in the college hospital was a recipe for disaster for both of us.

"So, I think this should be our little secret."

Little! It was the biggest thing in my life right now, but I took the point.

"Not even your closest buddy must know, because once it's out, it's out."

I murmured my agreement.

"So, that's the first thing. The other thing I want to make quite clear is that this was about sex and only about sex. I am sure you are not looking for a girlfriend of my sort of age and I am certainly not looking for another husband."

Another? My mind registered the blindingly obvious fact that she had been married. Seeing my expression she continued.

"Yes, Mr Bowen and I parted company some years ago and now I'm single and I plan to stay that way. However, there's no reason why we shouldn't have some fun until you drift off with someone of your own age."

Again, she noted the change of expression.

"You all do."

What had she just said? 'You all do?'

"Come now, I can't imagine you thought you were the first."

Noticing we had finished our beers she went to the kitchen and returned with two more. This time she sat beside me on the sofa and with her free hand started to fondle the back of my neck in a highly erotic way. The second beer slipped down pretty quickly as she continued.

"You see, my young friend, I have a thing for virgins, and you were, somewhat obviously, a virgin. Also, you were an easy target: you were already in a bed!"

Intrigued, I let her continue as I placed my hand on her knee.

"Yes, I expect it's psychological because the first time I ever 'did it' was his first time too. We had no plan to have sex, we just got really carried away and it sort of happened.

"Without going into too much detail, at the moment he entered, I felt something really special, and obviously, so did he. Actually, I had a mini orgasm. He simply exploded inside me, without even a single stroke, and I suppose I've been trying to replicate it ever since."

Intrigued, and not a little turned on, I asked how she knew I'd join in, as I slid my hand up her thigh.

"Remember I was a married woman. I can slide a man's pyjamas down and guarantee he'll have an erection, even before I touch his buttocks, let alone his cock. Once he's erect it's a dead cert he'll play. Inserting the thermometer was belt and braces. It's my tester, and nothing to do with temperature! Your little sphincter gave you away, the cold sensation sent the blood rushing to your cock: job done!

"It's probably dawned on you by now that I just enjoy sex and in particular, popping virgin's cherries."

Woah! Information overload. Remember this was the era when brides often arrived at the alter virgins, and if not virgins, almost certainly only having had sex with their husband to be or possibly, just possibly, one other person. The sexual revolution had not yet got into full swing, but sister Bowen was definitely pushing the boundaries.

"So, my young friend." She intoned in a whisper, stroking the back of my neck.

"My young, no longer a virgin, friend." She lowered her hand onto my knee and stroked my thigh.

"My young, no longer a virgin because I popped your cherry, friend." The stroking moved up to my cock.

"Put that beer down and let's fuck."

Did she just say 'fuck'? Women didn't use words like that, did they?

I didn't need telling twice. The beer went down and our lips met as she rubbed the swelling of my erection and I fumbled with her breasts through the fabric of her dress, delighted to find she wasn't wearing a bra.

How had I missed that? I suppose I had been too preoccupied with the seriousness of the conversation, but now nature and testosterone took over.

We kissed passionately as she made short work of my belt, and then it seemed, just to heighten the tension, undid my shirt button by button before pulling off my shoes.

Pushing me backwards onto the sofa, she grabbed the waist band of my trousers and pulled them down. Dressed now only in my underpants, my erection tented purposefully.

"See!" She said blowing hot air gently into my ear, "I told you so! and I haven't even touched you yet."

She stood up, did something magical with the shoulder straps of her dress, and with a sultry smile, let it slide down slowly over her full breasts until it landed on the floor, revealing in that instant, that it was all she wore.

This I was not expecting, she stood in front of me totally naked as I quickly shed my last item of clothing and took in the details of her naked form. The full breasts. The magic triangle of hair between her legs that concealed the object of my lust.

She pulled me from the sofa and led me through the half open door to her bedroom. Letting go of my hand, she lay on her bed and invitingly parted her thighs. I knelt between them, and she stroked my balls softly with one hand as she guided me into her moistness with the other.

As the tip of my cock found her entrance she reached round, grasped my buttocks and pulled me forcibly into her. Her gasp came as a surprise and the enormous stimulation took its toll.

"I want to feel you cum." She whispered in my ear.

I managed only a few more strokes before the tell tale sensations of impending orgasm started to make their way up my inside leg. I knew that once they reached my balls she would get her wish, much as I wanted to prolong the moment.

"Cum!" She almost ordered reaching round her splayed thigh to stroke my balls. That did it! The sensation in my legs accelerated towards my cock and, whether either of us was ready or not, the inevitable happened. I felt the contractions start as I delivered my all into her wet and willing sex.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! That was sensational, my young not quite a virgin. Fucking sensational." And she let her heels slide back down on to the bed.

We lay joined together for a moment or two until I gradually realised that I was still hard. My experience of orgasms so far, practically all self administered it has to be said, was that I go soft very quickly after coming, except in exceptional circumstances. My body had obviously decided this was one such occasion.

I started to move very slowly in and out.

"You are fucking kidding." She smiled as I continued. "Oooh that is soooo good."

It seemed that the more I stroked in and out, the harder I got. The sensations were different now and so were the sounds. It was silkier somehow and much more noisy.

I was now able to withdraw almost completely before starting the erotic journey back in to full penetration. Not only were the strokes now longer, but they became more vigorous. This was all completely new to me and the temptation to peek down at the point if our union became irresistible.

I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched fascinated as my cock slid noisily in and out of her. The sensation! The view! The sound! The slickness of my cock! The frothy evidence of her excitement and my recent ejaculation mixing together. All these new experiences combined to bring on my second orgasm. I don't know if she wanted to hear it or not, but I couldn't resist staring into her eyes on those final few strokes and saying.

"I'm about to cum!"

"Go on then!........

"Cum........

"Let me feel it........"

She returned my stare and after a few more delightful, sensation filled, strokes, I came, not as violently as earlier, but still a significant orgasm.

"Well! I wasn't expecting that." She whispered as I almost collapsed on top of her.

Cont.......?

I really hope you enjoyed my tale and if you have a moment to leave a comment, I would really appreciate it. There is nothing more motivating than feedback. Would you like me to tell you more about the delightful Sister Bowen and how she proceeded with my education? Just let me know.