Inexperienced Henry (M18) has a different kind of nurse (F34) checkup! PART 2 and 3!

(Please read part 1 first for the full story experience! If you have, you are free to continue!)

“Don’t worry. It will not hurt. I’ll just take a brief look at it.” She hums, her fingers peeling at the hem of his dark underwear. Henry’s chest rises high and falls hard. 

She pulls down his boxers, the taught fabric gladly slipping away from the large tent pressing against them. As they melt down Henry’s hot skin, the nurse allows her allured eyes to roam. Only a peak, the nurse hums to herself. Only a peak, for now. 

Henry was around 6.2 inches in length. A impressive length for a young man. The thickness was the nurse’s sole focus, Henry’s member seeming to hang heavy against his thigh. Heavy with what, the nurse dared to find out. The nurse observed he was also  freshly shaven, tiny speckles of fair hair covering his crotch. The tip of Henry’s cock could be described as mushroom shaped, and was a similar hue to the hot flush dispersed against her cheeks. The material had not been pulled down enough for the nurse to gaze upon his balls, much to the nurse’s disappointment. Good job she liked surprises. 

In this moment, her eyes were blessed with a sight no woman had seen before. Oh Henry, she mused. How your worries and troubles were unnecessary… The overall beauty of this moment was not the physical appearance of Henry’s member, but how her azure, seductive eyes were the first to see his cock. Her diaphanous, well-manicured hands the first to touch it. And her lips. Her rosebud- shaped lips with a ruby tint would be the first to taste him. This was the wish they both shared mutually. 

“So where is the soreness? The shaft, the glans?” The nurse inquires, smoothing an escaped hair behind her ear. Henry stood stationary, muscles tensed and strong. Tingles spread slowly underneath his skin as he felt the eyes of a woman , a beautiful woman, glance over him. He lets his eyes glance down towards the nurse, starstruck from the sight of her glowing face parallel with his crotch. 

“The t-tip, yes.” Henry nods, running his hands down his sides to his upper thighs. His hand knocks gently against the nurse’s, and the two share a lasting gaze. 

“I see. May I… pull your foreskin back?” The nurse speaks, her words seeming to effortlessly flow from her lips. Henry’s eyes absorb back to the wall in front of him, unable to keep his eyes on the woman positioned below him. We all knew how that endeavour would enfold if he laid his sight on her for any longer. Henry slowly nods, given her the permission to examine him. As the nurse carefully explores, she holds the base of Henry’s cock in her hand gently, while the other uses finger tips to pull back the fair foreskin skin. It effortlessly rolls away, exposing Henry’s tip. He stifles the small whimper threatening to escape his lips, simply by rubbing his mouth firmly. His toes curl in his socks, while the length of him which was placed in the nurse’s gloved-hand stiffens. Henry felt a pressure building from her soft hands holding it. No more was his cock hanging in her hand, but now it was pointing directly towards the nurse. Towards her lips. It was visible with her wide eyes how he was quickly gaining size, but the nurse didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Not bothered at all.

“Everything is perfect.” The nurse divulges, eyes springing back onto Henry’s face. Her fingertips now caress over Henry’s tip itself. The most sensitive area, Henry could not manage to keep still during this part of the examination.

“I don’t see anything wrong here. If you get any cuts or the skin gets irritated from masturbating a bit too hard, come and tell me. I would not want to think you were in pain without any form of… relief. I can give you some cream if that’s the case.” Once finished with her words, the nurse’s lips press together, popping back out slowly as a seductive smile creeps onto her cheeks. She found lots of attraction to Henry’s shy and innocent demure. 

“O-okay, thank you.” Henry blushes, standing half -naked and slightly aroused in front of the nurse. He watches eagerly has the nurse slips her latex gloves off, the tight fit pulling against her finger reminding Henry of something familiar.

“Did you say that you think it doesn’t work correctly? Are you having difficulties getting erect?” The nurse suddenly remembers, slipping the gloves into her nurses coat. Moving over to her desk, she squirts a few dots of hand cream into her palm, smoothing the silly cream against her fingers. Her final comment about failing to be erect made Henry chuckle, considering his current state. He sinks down against his chair, his cock still standing at a slight angle. The nurse returns to his side, her eyes roaming over his lean body in a subtle motion.

“It’s… It is not that. I think the way…I ejaculate is not normal.” Henry’s mind slips to the previous night. Slumped in bed, aggressively stroking his cock to some video. The video he could not remember. It did not seem to matter now there was a gorgeous woman stood before his very eyes, who encaptured every drop of his attention.   As he reached his inevitable climax that night, he noticed a thin trickle of his orgasm down his length. He never wondered if it was normal, until now. 

‘’Really? Why so?’’ The nurse’s caring, but professional demure quickly sparked upon hearing another problem. Her heart sung at the fact that Henry saw a haven in her, a place where he could share worry after worry, without the fear of judgement. She prided herself on her ability to investigate injuries/problems brought to her by her students, combined with her tender nature and never-ending support.

‘’I-I feel like it’s weak.’’ Henry mumbles, feeling the stiffness of his cock lessen. He felt himself gradually becoming needy for her adept touch. 

‘’Hmm. There is one thing that could explain that and the soreness, but I do not have any way to test it here.’’ Rubbing her fair cheeks in thought, the nurse ponders on a test which Henry could complete. A simple test, which would deduce any hidden medical issues. A test involving small bursts of pleasure for Henry, especially.

She thinks for a while, stirring some unsettlement in Henry. What was she going to make me do, he frets. Although, if the thought of a mysterious test disturbed him so much, why did he feel his cock stiffen at the mere thought of the nurse’s touch on his skin once again?

‘’Umm. What kind of test?’’

‘’A test where I am required to take a sample of your semen. Only a small sample. Around 3-4 millilitres.

Silence sneaks into the room, the only audible noise being Henry’s heart beating against his seated ribs. His eyes flick from the floor to the nurse, the nurse to the floor. Until finally…

‘’ I will do it. I am quite worried if something is wrong.’’ Upon his approval, the nurse takes a small, scaled plastic cup alongside a lid from her draw, slipping it through her fingers to remove the crinkly film surrounding it. She cogitates whether Henry’s fear of a medical issue was the only reason he seemed reluctant to do it. 

‘’ So…3 millilitres of semen is enough, but do not worry if there is a smaller or higher amount. We have all the time in the world to worry about those issues. And I must say… I need to be present while you complete the test. To check you are doing things correctly!’’ The last sentence was projected quickly by the nurse, in hopes to not reveal her presence throughout the test being for her own pleasure and enjoyment. Henry presses his bare skin against the cushion behind him, sinking against it. His mind felt full of worry, but he could not seem to shake his overriding glee in this moment. His face glowed with a curious excitement and his hands twitched against his thighs, eager to be wrapped around his cock. Henry nods to the soft flow of her words leaving her lips. He only wished that the nurse would push him down against the couch, pleasure him skilfully with her own hands and help him take the test. How her skirt would ride up her rampant thighs, revealing her underwear which Henry so desperately wanted to see. To touch. To smell. To remove. His young mind was slowly being seized by these naughty thoughts, to a point where he would have to beg the nurse to touch him. She would not want a needy, inexperienced young man, he thinks. 

Little did Henry know that it was all she wanted. A young man, craving the touch of a dominant, seductive woman such as herself. A young man who would not be able to shake the mere thought of her from his mind and crave her touch more from the moment she lays a hand on him. 

Seeing how mute he was, the nurse reassures Henry some more.

‘’ Feel free to relieve yourself in any way you would like. I am sorry that the room is a bit… bland. But you are a healthy young man, I am sure you can do it!’’ She kindly encourages, moving over to her desk chair and taking a seat. Her eyes glide easily over his silhouette underneath the bright light. Henry flicks his gaze to her, and the nurse holds it. Holding it tightly, she did not plan to let go.

‘’Please, Henry. Take your time.’’

***

‘’M-miss…’’ Henry squeaks, his head slumped back against his neck and hanging heavily. ‘’I-I can’t.’’ He gasps, both his hand and cock exhausted. His head rolls back to sit in balance upon his shoulders, his fair hair stuck to his forward due to small patches of sweat being produced due to vigorous activity. The equally fair hair on his legs stood on edge, reminiscent of something else standing on edge. Something long and thick between his legs. With a small bleat, he sinks down to his ankles, ready to pull his jeans up.

The nurse watches in quiet solitude, eyes flicking to the clock hanging slanted against the walls. It had been 5 minutes since Henry had started the ‘test’. A small amount of his semen needed to be collected but, so far, she had not seen one drop. He was clearly getting frustrated and a bit embarrassed. 

Henry’s struggle was troubling to the nurse, but she gained a tiny dose of pleasure from seeing him in such a worked-up state. His desperation to be touched was palpable, and the nurse yearned to be the one to strip him of his desperation and give him everything his heart (and cock) desired. Not before he begged for it, though.

As she watched with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, she chose to ignore the dampening of her deep-purple underwear, and how the aromatic smell of her pussy seemed to diffuse in the room’s atmosphere. Her eyes sway from Henry to her own legs, in which a slight adjustment must be made. Her skirt had innocently rose up her thighs, sticking against her skin. When Henry first grabbed his cock and started touching it in the presence  of the nurse, his impressive length was emphasised to an even greater extent. The way in which his large hands loosely fit against it sparked needs in the nurse herself. Needs to show Henry the touch of a woman. She had trailed her fingertips up her thigh, inching them closer to the own product of arousal between her legs. Lost in his own pleasure, Henry had not noticed the way the nurse’s fingers curled against the lace hem of her underwear, her hot sex dampening by the second. Nor did he notice 3 the buttons of the nurse’s blouse opening, revealing the plumpness of her breasts. If he stared close enough, the pink of her suckable nipples would also be seen through the sheer material of her bra. 

‘’Oh, it is okay!’’ The nurse crosses her legs, hands draped by her sides. She let her mind spring back to the present, eyes eager and zoomed onto Henry. 

‘’I know the situation is a bit out of the ordinary and uncomfortable.’’ Her eyes scan over her cluttered desk, and she thinks. 

‘’I unfortunately do not have anything for you… Magazines, I am referring to.’’ She pauses for a brief, silent second. Henry watches with deprived eyes, finding anything to help him get off. He even attempted rubbing his behind against the fabric of the pillow beneath him. He could not seem to settle, since the thing he truly needed to help him climax was so close yet so far away.

‘’I doubt men your age even know what those used to be. God, they were something.’’ Henry admired how the professional persona of the nurse was slowly chipping away, but how could it stay intact as he sat with his cock limply and painfully laid against his thigh? Henry and the nurse share a small moment of laughter, the recently awkward atmosphere now slipping back into one of safety, sensuality, and satisfaction. 

‘’I think you may be doing it wrong.’’ The nurse muses, rising from her chair and walking over to Henry for the second time today. Like before, she sits next to him with only few inches to spare between their sides. She settles back, eyes focused ahead of her. ‘Turn your eyes to me!’ Henry finds himself internally whimpering. He was too shy to vocalise his desires. His heart threatened to explode out of his chest when he felt the nurse’s gaze on his cock. He slowly turned his head and indeed caught her in the act. ‘’Hold it for me. Show me how you pleasure yourself, Henry.’’ She whispers. 

‘’Y-yes, Miss.’’ He innocently laments, his gruff tone taking the nurse by surprise. Henry knew any attempt would be pointless, as he was past the point of orgasming from how overwhelmed he was. Did the nurse know that she was the reason because of this?

She did. The nurse darts her eyes into his – her target being his widened pupils. ‘’Do as I say, Henry.’’ She gently barks towards him. Once Henry shares a worried glance at the nurse, she glows from cheek to cheek. ‘’You’ve been good for me, Henry. Let me be good to you.’’ Her hand reaches for his thigh, hovering over it with a level of tease only a woman of her experience and seduction could pull off. Henry squirms in annoyance, his body jerking up so their skin can connect. The nurse slips her hand away, sparkling at him. ‘’You tried your best. So let a woman take care of you. Pleasure yourself for me.’’ With a voice full of finality and gentle dominance, Henry yearns to hear more of the nurse’s words. Keeping his eyes on hers, his hand advances to the neglected organ between his legs. His trembling fingers gently curl around his cock, his thumb delicately laying against his tip. As he prepared to start, the nurse’s soft voice rang like a sweet symphony throughout his mind. Let me be good to you, she had seductively said. Those words would forever echo in his mind…

He begins to stroke himself, the stiffening of his cock an immediate reaction to the combined pleasure of stimulation and having the nurse watch. ‘’Good boy, Henry.’’ The nurse coos, watching the pleasure course through his body. She enjoyed the site of his toes curling, so tight they clung to the floor. Her words were having a reaction on him, and she adored it. Henry rests his head back on the chair, his throat enlarging as he gulps down his fear and replaces it with sheer pleasure. The nurse turns closer to him, eyes burning at the sight. ‘’Henry, you are doing so well. Don’t stop.’’ Due to their new closeness, Henry could feel the mellow tickle of her whispers down his ear. He quickly becomes astray in his pleasure, letting out an audible, but faint moan. He freezes, eyes wide with embarrassment. If only he knew the affect those soft moans had on the nurse. Henry’s worries are soon forgotten when he slips into a pool of ecstasy, stroking his cock at a moderate pace now. Each time his thumb reached his tip he’d caress it, collecting the small drops of precum already being produced. The nurse, watching this sight in pure starstruck, licks her plump lips.

Henry’s pleasure was her torture. Seeing a handsome, well-endowed young man pleasuring himself alone was a sight no woman wanted to see. It inflicted extravagance neediness onto her: the reverse neediness of Henry’s. To touch or be touched, the former was all she craved. 

‘’Your technique is fine, Henry. Simply fine.’’ She hums, nodding her head. Her hand, which had been patiently seated against her own thigh, moves to Henry’s. Henry’s blood rushed quickly to his cock, his already hard cock throbbing from his young body’s response to this touch. This awaited, dreamed touch. His lips quiver without control, his front teeth lightly dragging back his lip as he bites it. The nurse, who took his positive response as a confirmation, picks up her hand gracefully, her fingers fluttering as they swim down his hot skin, and aim for his cock. Henry’s breath hitches, his throat tense with arousal. ‘’M-miss.’’ Henry gasps, lips parted as he watches her fingers trickle up and down his leg. 

‘’Call me Victoria.’’ She whimpers, the tension of this moment becoming too much for her also. She tilts Henry’s face towards hers by a small finger placed on his chin. The gaze they share is full of lust, however Victoria’s eyes emit something else. Something Henry can’t quite place. ‘’Please to-’’ Victoria hushedly presses her rose lips onto Henry’s, shushing his words. The kiss a mere catalyst to induce the sparks currently flitting between Henry and her. Henry prolongs the kiss, the feel of a woman’s lips pushed up against his addicting. He nervously swipes his tongue against her bottom lip, tasting the sweetness of her lips for the first time. And hopefully not the last.

Victoria sucks on Henry’s bottom lip, tugging it back as she pulls away. She lets go gradually, and Henry’s lip rolls back into place. ‘’Please what?’’ Victoria enquires, reaching a free hand behind her head to loosen the tight ponytail. Her golden ribbons settle against her neck and covered shoulders, tickling Henry due to their physical intimacy. Henry watches in innocent awe, eyes wide and eager for more. ‘’Greedy boy.’’ Victoria returns a finger to his lip; this time her thumb, which gently hooks onto Henry’s bottom lip. Victoria rolls it down, exposing his bottom teeth. ‘’You want my touch, don’t you?’’ Victoria guides her face closer to Henry’s, smiling seductively. After such brief time together, Victoria knew every button to push. And she was pushing all of them. 

‘’I don’t want your touch…’’ These words leave Henry’s lip as a whimper, filled with desperation. ‘’I need it… Victoria.’’ The whisper of her name made the nurse smile, her own cheeks beginning to prickle with a scarlet flush. ‘’I need it.’’ Henry sits up, holding her hand tightly. His cheeks are filled with blood, the heat of them emitting onto the nurse’s face. She runs a hand through his fair hair, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp as they pass through. ‘’I am going to take care of you, Henry. I am going to allow you to explore the wonders a woman can bring.’’  The passion in her eyes shone like a night sky, illuminated by the bright moon and stars. Victoria, who could no longer deny herself the touch of an eager man, grabs Henry’s quivering hand. She holds it for a few seconds, her thumb tracing his hand with a gentleness only given to one you care deeply for. She did feel an unusual care for him, however she had a few other ways of showing that. She grips his wrist and moves it to her covered breasts.He curls his fingers, his hand now squeezing her breasts. Henry whimpers from their softness, his other hand eagerly moving to the other one. His eyes widen and gaze at the beautiful sight in from of him, carefully caressing Victoria’s breasts. She leans her head back and lets her eyes close, humming seductively each time his fingertips brush over her hardening nipples. ‘’Henry…’’ Her soft lips mutter, and she suddenly begins to peel her all her buttons open. Kindly helping her, Henry fumbles with the lower ones and practically rips them open. He had only ever seen breasts through porn, so his excitement in this moment was extreme. 

In one swift movement, the nurse’s blouse slips from her silky skin, and Henry’s eyes perk up. ‘’Oh, Miss…’’ He whines, eyes filled with awe and appreciation for the body of a woman. Henry gives Victoria an innocent gaze, fingers needing twitching in his lap. The compelling urge to caress her smooth bra-covered breasts was agonisingly painful for Henry and made is cock simply throb harder. Victoria drapes a hand over his bare thigh once again, satisfied by its creamy texture. As Henry eagerly begins to explore Victoria’s breasts, his squeezes increasing in strength the more turned on he becomes, Victoria’s free hand curls around Henry’s cock. Henry stops. Her hand, Henry whimpers to himself, the tightness of it around his cock. The feel of her nails slightly scratching at the taught, hot skin. The warming tickle of her golden locks falling against his shoulder. Everything she did. It was perfect. More perfect than he imagined. Victoria lets her passion and dominance guide her hand, stroking it with no bit of rush.

 ‘’I want you to relax for me, Henry. I need to collect your sample.’’ Victoria pushed her lips against Henry’s ears as she mumbles this, her tongue prodding at his earlobe. The hand resting on his thigh supports the nurse as she slips in between his legs, hand still tightly wrapped around his throbbing member. Henry follows her body, watching her breathless as she slips to a place he only dreamed a woman would go. His legs instinctively widen for her, gentle moans omitted while she continues to adeptly pleasure him. Henry’s pleasure transcends beyond anything he could make himself feel. He already felt his sample ready to be collected, but the nurse’s teasing touches slowed his eagerness down significantly. She allowed him to absorb the masses of pleasure and discover something new, something better than he had felt before. 

Victoria rocks her hand up to the tip, thumb swiping over his tip expertly. She leans forward and presses her lips against it, tightening her cupid’s bow with each taste of precum which keenly leaked from Henry. A large moan escapes Henry, and his legs tense. The nurse calmy rubs her hands up Henry’s thigh, calming the needy boy down. ‘’I’ve got you.’’ She whispers, her voice full of seduction. Her hand stays wrapped around the base of his cock while her tongue and lips settle on board. Henry, enraptured by her touch, reaches a shaking hand to her hair which he tangles around his fingers. The nurse does not react, instead letting her plump lips latch onto Henry’s cock. They sink down lower, lower, and lower, until the skin on her hand connects to her lips. Henry tugs the nurse’s hair, his hips jerking up and his tummy inverting. ‘’F-fuck, Miss.’’ He still insisted on calling her this, enjoying her role of dominance over him and the control her touch had over him. His hips rock quickly as small drops of saliva drip from the nurse’s lips, and her small gags of pleasure fill the usually silent room. Henry aches from these noises, his eyes scrunched up each time the nurse milks the base of his cock. His gentle moans flutter around the room, bouncing of the walls. Music to my ears, Victoria thinks. Her hand begins to speed up, pleasuring souring into his cock and travelling around the rest of his needy body. “C-can I please cum, miss?” Henry explodes in whimpers and gasps, his body wriggling in the chair. It squeaks against the floor as he pushes against it uncontrollably. His first orgasm, the nurse muses. “Soon.” 

Reaching her unoccupied hand to her bra, she slowly peels the straps down her shoulders, and the bra slips down to her waist. Henry’s mouth waters, his moans even louder now. The nurse, who was equally eager to see Henry cum as she was to edge him, removes the hand which stroked him. A large whine leaves his lips, and he practically grabs Victoria’s hand and drags it back to his cock. She slaps his hand away, her head shaking. Instead of her skilful touch, she moves closer in between Henry’s legs and engulfs his cock with her breasts. She pushes them around Henry’s cock, her nipples rubbing against Henry’s chest as she pushes her breasts uo and down on his cock. Victoria moans herself, her sensitive nipples pleasuring her greatly. Henry only wished he could kiss them, suck them, but the sensation of the nurse’s breasts wrapped tightly against his cock was indescribable. Victoria moves them faster, fucking him with her breasts at a moderate speed. Her lips return to the tip of his cock, sucking firmly. “M-m-miss!” A large moan erupts from Henry as he finally reaches his peak. Large spurts of thick, hot cum fill the nurse’s mouth. She hums gently and begins to gulp it down, loving the addictive taste of him, as well as the sensation of it trickling down her small throat. Even in his post-orgasmic bliss, Victoria continued to suck his nerve-filled tip until he had nothing left to offer. Henry had finally completed his sample, and it was collected in the best place. 

The nurse sits up, leaving a final (but not the last) peck on Henry’s cock. With a naked upper half, her plump breasts hanging perkily down against her chest, and brightly flushed cheeks, Victoria stands. “I don’t see any problem with your load Henry. It wasn’t weak.” She licks her lips, the taste of him absorbed into them. With a small drop of his cum slipping down her chin, the nurse turns her back and walks to her desk. “Let me make you an appointment for next week. A checkup.”

With those words, a weary smile spreads on Henry’s face. His cock rested against his thigh, exhausted after his first sexual endeavour. Sure, the touch of a woman was supposed to be magical. But the touch from the nurse? Indelible. 

The nurse spins back to Henry, strutting slowly over to him. She sinks down onto his lap, her skirt collecting at her hips. She grinds her panties against  his now-limp cock, but it soon hardens once again.

‘’I don’t think that sample was sufficient. Just relax while I collect some more…’’

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