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Fish And Finger Pie Ch 09 Marsha

Fish And Finger Pie Ch 09 Marsha

by phoneme52
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Fish and Finger Pie Ch. 9: (Enjoying the pleasures of older women)

Marsha

Marsha greeted me with a hug and kiss, pressing her rather large breasts up against me at the door to her terraced home in a suburb of the city an hour or so from the medical practice where she worked as a nurse. She was wearing a loose fitting tracksuit; she looked relaxed.

"I'm glad you came, Carter. I've cooked some Caribbean chicken for you."

I smiled at her, "Thank you, but we could have gone out."

"No, I want to spend the evening with you here. It's not often I get the chance to have such a handsome young virile man in my home!" She laughed...I snorted...

She pulled me in made me take off my coat, which she told me to put in the spare bedroom upstairs. She returned to the kitchen as I took the opportunity to have a little nosey in the bedrooms. I threw my coat and bag on the bed and looked in at the main bedroom. This was very tastefully decorated with a mix of West Indian and contemporary furnishings. Above the head of the bed was a large glossy picture of Ms Marsha Turner sitting provocatively on a chair dressed in some exotic, and possibly fetish lingerie. From what I could see she appeared to be wearing a twelve-strap garter belt over which she had on some transparent black knickers that left little to the imagination. Her waist was tightly bound with a lace-up corset that pushed her ample breasts up high. She was wearing a black mask although it didn't really disguise her face. She had on a pair of fishnet cable stockings over which she had put on a pair of thigh high leather boots with rather large and dangerous spiked, stiletto heels. I was impressed. I was used to seeing her dressed in a pair of hospital scrubs.

I went quietly down the stairs and joined her in the kitchen.

I asked, "Do you want me to do anything for you?"

She shook her head, just sit there and talk to me whilst I get on with the dinner. I hope you like spicy food, Carter, because this is what you are going to get."

I smiled, "I'm a poor student, Nurse Turner, I'll eat whatever I am given."

She turned and looked at me with a glint in her eye, "I'll hold you to that, Carter."

She plonked a cup of tea in front of me; "Tell me about yourself, Carter. You seem to be a little secretive."

I raised my eyebrows, "Secretive? About what?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Girl friend?"

"Several."

She looked at me askance, "I don't think so, Carter."

I snorted, "How would you know? I've only been in your practice for two minutes."

She left the stove and sat down in front of me clutching a hot cup, "One of the nurses made a few enquiries about you; she knows a sister from Manchester; someone called Janice Williams."

"Oh, Janice? She was my supervising sister in A&E."

"Apparently, you had virtually moved in with her by the end of your placement."

"Yeah, so what? She's also a good cook." I smiled.

I got a playful punch on the arm, "Stop messing with me, Carter, she was teaching you the ways of the world, wasn't she?"

"I can not deny that we had a little extra-mural activity."

"She must be a least twice your age."

I nodded, "Just like you, Marsha."

She moved around the table and forced herself onto my lap, "You like your ladies mature, do you?" She put her arms around me. "I hope you are going to be as nice to me as you were to her."

She unzipped her top, pulled out one of her magnificent breasts and pushed my mouth on to the nipple. "Let's see what she really taught you..."

I rolled the nipple around my lips. I felt it harden so I pulled at it with my teeth. I felt her hand on the back of my head and she pushed my face into her cleavage. I got my hand down her trousers and under her knickers. Her vagina was dripping wet. I inserted a finger and found her G-spot. She shuddered and began to ride up and down. I could feel her clitoris engorging; it was big, not as large as Rashmika's but big enough to protrude out of her labia. This was going to be fun.

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I felt her shudder as she climaxed and expended copious amounts of fluid on my hand. She pulled out my hand and began licking off all her juices. She tucked her breasts back into her bra and made to stand up. I tried to pull her back as I had a raging erection that needed calming. She forced me away,

"All in good time, Carter. I'm still cooking and you need to tell me about Sister Janice Williams."

She straightened her clothing and went back to the stove.

I asked, "What would you like to know?"

"All the gory details, please."

I told her...By the time I had finished she had stopped her cooking and was leaning on the kitchen counter with her arms folded.

"I went to one of those Blues Nights. It was raunchy, but not as bad as that one you had. She actually let you have her in that room?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Why not? Everyone else seemed to be at the same thing."

"Oh, I love to do that. The idea of having sex while others were close by and maybe sneaking the odd look really excites me. You'll have to do that for me, Carter; fulfil one of my fantasies."

I laughed, "It's no different from being alone on your bedroom; you have your orgasm and then you move on."

She served dinner whilst I told her about my other conquests except the first one with Rashmika; that would remain between the two of us. She questioned me about Eve as she was the eldest. I told her everything.

The food was delicious and we ended up on the sofa watching the usual Saturday rubbish. She was draped over me with a bottle of some cheap wine open on the coffee table. She drank sparingly. I asked her,

"What about you?"

She paused, "Oh, nothing unusual. Worked hard in school whilst my classmates were out enjoying themselves, got into nursing college and graduated, complete with a husband." She paused,

"He took a job up here so I followed him. When he got promoted again, his company wanted him to move up to Scotland. I declined, so he went without me, found someone else and we got divorced. I only married him because he came from the same Caribbean island that I did."

I looked at her, "No children, then?"

She shook her head, "No, unfortunately. We did try very hard but it was not to be. I saw a specialist; he couldn't find anything wrong with me. I have all the right bits in the right places, but it just never happened." She looked away wistfully, "He's got three children with his new wife."

I asked, "How old are you now."

She smiled, "I'm on the wrong side of forty-five so don't be getting any ideas."

She sipped her wine.

She out her head in my lap and laid back on me. I put my hand down the front of her top and found her breasts. I said, "You know, these are probably the best pair I've ever had the pleasure to know." I found her nipple and squeezed it gently.

She sighed, "I used to get teased a lot when I was a teenager. I stopped playing sport when I was fourteen because of these. I used to hate them but now I rather like them. Whenever I meet a man, the first thing he does is stare at my chest; the women as well."

"Does it bother you?"

I felt her head shake, "No. I'm well used to by now. I got myself a special sports bra so I can go to the gym. I attend the women's only classes and they don't seem to care although I have been propositioned once or twice by a couple of them."

I chuckled, "Yes, the need for sex does not discriminate between the genders."

"Can I ask? I saw your picture above your bed."

She looked up at me, "Oh, that? It was a bit of fun. I posed for a friend who was trying to get into Art College. It's a couple of years old that picture. Normally no one sees it; that's why it's in my bedroom. It took ages in a freezing cold studio to set up the picture. They keep them cold to get your nipples to stand out."

She reached under the coffee table and pulled out a photo album, "Here take a look at the rest." Her eyes were on the television.

There were about a dozen or so shots in various poses. The last one took my interest. In it, she was straddled across the chair with her legs wide open across the chair arms. I could see her vagina clearly through the flimsy material of her knickers. I passed back the album,

"Here, I like that one..."

She rolled her eyes, "Come on Carter you've seen more than one of them." She stretched and stood up, "Come on and I'll show you mine if you ask nicely..."

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She shared a shower with me. I had a job to keep my erection under control. I was glad when she finally followed me to bed after the ritual of creaming her skin. She snuggled up close to me,

"I like having a man in my bed."

I smiled, "I'm happy to oblige, Nurse Turner."

Her hand came down below my waist and gently rubbed at my erect penis,

"My, that's a big one."

I rolled onto her and she quickly pushed me off, "Do your stuff first, Carter..."

Her hands came to the back of my head and she pushed it down to her vagina, "Off you go, there's a good lad..."

I shook my head and went about my business. Her vagina had some neatly trimmed hair. I first went for the lips and licked them gently and then slowly parted her labia with my tongue. She tasted sweet as my tongue pushed its way in. I cleaned her out and then sought her rather large clitoris, which was now fully engorged, stretching at her labia lips. I worked it well enough, rolling it around my tongue. I nibbled at it gently and then I felt her tensing up.

I toiled away at the sensitive organ. Her hands pushed my head in further as I licked her. She went rigid and expended with a shout. My tongue pushed its way up into her vagina. I felt it contract as she leaked out all manner of fluid.

She breathed in deeply and pulled me up,

"Fuck me, Carter, where did you learn to do that?"

I smiled as she began to lick the juices off my face.

She said, breathlessly, "Come on, fill me up..."

My swollen penis soon found its way into her tight pussy. She wrapped her legs tightly around my back and squeezed. I doubt I could have pulled away from her if I tried. Her legs were locked behind my back in a vice like grip.

I pumped her hard and then I realized that her vagina was gripping my penis hard. I stopped and let it grind on me. I pushed in as far as I could go and waited for the inevitable. I hadn't climaxed in some time so when it came, it filled her pussy. I shot the load deep inside her. I must have waited for about a minute until I felt her legs relax. She pushed me off, reached over and grabbed a handful of tissues and shoved them between her legs.

"I'm done, Carter. I'll just let your sperm seep out overnight whilst you reload..."

I went to get up to clean myself off but she pulled me back down. The bed was wet but she didn't seem to care. We fell asleep clutching one another...

I was awakened early next morning when Marsha Turner placed a cup of steaming tea on the bedside table. I looked up at her as she threw off the loose fitting gown and walked to her side of the bed. She had an almost perfectly proportioned figure that I had not seen before owing to the loose fitting scrubs she wore at work. She must have been about five feet three. Her waist was trim and firm but those magnificent breasts were clearly her best assets. She had neatly trimmed hair around her groin. She stood next to the bed and went through a series of stretches. There was a precise curve to her back as she reached up to the ceiling. Her bum was rounded and firm; I wondered if I would have the pleasure of investigating this part of her anatomy...

She lifted the duvet and climbed into bed. She reached for my penis; I pushed her off, "I need to pee..."

I quickly wiped off my member after using the toilet and got back into bed.

I reached down to her vagina to find her clitoris has well and truly engorged. It was poking out of her labia lips. I gently caressed it. It was like a micro penis that I had seen in an anatomy class; only this was on a mature female.

I asked, "Where did you get that?"

She shook her head, "I dunno. I'm the only one in my family, and I have three sisters, who have that particular deformity."

"I wouldn't call it a deformity," I responded quickly.

She snorted, "I did see one even bigger on a patient." She paused, "Anyway it only comes out to play from time to time."

I took hold of the pleasure organ and grasped as though it was a penis. I began to rub it up and down with my thumb and forefinger; gently at first and then more vigorously as her breathing increased. I was careful not to make her sore. I looked at her in the early morning light. Her eyes were closed as if she was savouring every moment.

Just before she climaxed, I stopped. She panted, "What are you doing, you bugger?"

I started again before I answered. I edged her three or four times before I let her expend. She shot a load of juices over my hand and called out loudly...

I didn't give her a chance. I quickly mounted her and shoved in my penis. I rode her gently as her legs wrapped themselves tightly behind my back. I came deep into her vagina...

I sat on the bus returning home just before five in the afternoon. We had lazed about in bed for an hour or so not making love, but chatting and snuggling up together. I enjoyed the relaxing experience. I had one more week to go in the practice. Although I had enjoyed my time there, general practice was not for me.

Marsha told me she wouldn't be in this week as she had been attached t the district nurse on some training course or other. I got my head down and concentrated on the tasks in hand. My tutor arrived on the Thursday and Doctor Chandra gave me a glowing report. Just before I left on the Friday, she took to one side and told me she would always find a position for me in her surgery after I had qualified and completed my training. I didn't have the heart to tell her it was the last thing I wanted to do...

I was sheltering from the rain at the bus stop when I felt an arm in mine. I turned to see Ms Marsha Turner smiling at me,

"You didn't think I was going to let you go that easily, did you?"

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