My attempt at a new career as a teacher was cut short. I spent a year as a substitute when I realized that I enjoyed the adulterous affairs with teachers and single mothers. My heart, however, was just not into teaching. It did ignite my dormant lust, desire, and need. This inevitably led to the downfall of my marriage six months after I stopped teaching. My now ex-wife called me a freak, degenerate, and sexaholic because she didn’t understand sexual hunger or desire.

I now live alone once again, much like my time before Gina. The difference now is I fed my sexual needs, desires, and wants. I was now thirty-five years old and returned to my prior profession. It was in that summer of my 35th birthday that this tale begins.

I was in my shop when I tripped and struck my anvil with my back. I fractured several vertebrae, landing me in the hospital about to have back surgery. The surgery went well; they fused the vertebrae, but my ability to care for myself was limited. I hired a nurse to live with me in hopes of getting me back on my feet as quickly as possible. The nurse I hired was one I met during my brief stay in the hospital right after the surgery.

Lindsey was in her late twenties with straight jet-black hair put up in a sloppy bun. She stood just shy of five feet tall, with perfect curves, a cute alabaster face, bluish-green eyes, and arms covered in tattoos. Lindsey was what most would call a pocket rocket because of her glorious form on such a small frame. Lindsey was the first face I saw when I woke from surgery in the recovery room. Even all drugged up, I was in awe of her angelic beauty. During those few days in the hospital, Lindsey and I became fast friends. We spoke about everything as I lay feeling hopeless in that uncomfortable bed.

When the doctor said I would need to hire someone to help me for a minimum of eight weeks. My heart dropped, but it was Lindsey who cheered me up and suggested she could help because she needed the extra cash. We made plans, and Lindsey took a vacation to care for me. When she needed to return to work, she promised to help me find a suitable replacement.

The day I was released from the hospital, it was Lindsey who drove me home. She wore a loose green t-shirt and tight black leggings. I couldn’t help but stare at her toned, tattooed arms and her firm, muscular thighs as she drove. I admired her full lips and flawless skin. Before I knew it, my cock was hard and throbbing. I could feel the precum starting to form on the tip of my cock. Then it dawned on me that I have not had any sexual release since the day of my accident. I shifted slightly to try and hide the tent in my gym shorts from Lindsey.

Lindsey helped me from the car and down the dirt drive to the house. She spent a few days here getting everything prepared for my return. She had them install a bed in my den because it would be easier for me than going up the steps to the master suite. The den was adjacent to my full-sized guest bathroom and large family room, which was transformed into a rehab area. Making it the ideal location until I was able to take the steps to my bedroom.

Lindsey helped me to the new bed and adjusted it to help me get comfortable. I quickly drifted off to sleep. When I stirred, my cock was hard and was begging me for release. I could hear Lindsey in the kitchen singing along to music. I decided to get a little release while I had a moment of privacy.

I started to stroke my cock, but I found it a bit cumbersome in this hard-shelled back brace. I was no quitter, and I was determined to get some release. I eventually found the right angle and position that allowed me to stroke my severely neglected, overengorged cock. I stroked my hard, throbbing cock fiercely, oblivious to anything else around me. When I heard a moan echo through the room, that snapped me out of my oblivion. I looked towards the door and locked eyes with Lindsey.

Lindsey was leaning against the door frame with one hand down her tight black leggings and one hand up her loose-fitting green t-shirt. I continued to rub my cock as her moans got louder as she continued to rub her clit under her leggings and pinch her nipple. Her eyes were locked on my cock as I stroked it faster and faster. She bit down on her lower lip and moaned louder. That’s all it took to push me over the edge as my cock spewed stream after stream of cum in the air and landed on my brace and pelvis area.

Lindsey shook as an orgasm ripped through her body. She leaned harder into the door to keep herself from falling as her legs trembled. I watched as her orgasm rolled through her body. She finally gasped for air before removing her hand from her leggings and straightening her shirt. She proceeded into the room with her post-orgasmic bliss flush face.

Lindsey said, “It would appear you have made a little mess. Let me earn my pay and get you cleaned up. Then I will bring you some food.”

I said, “Thank you.”

Lindsey just smiled and went about cleaning the cum off my brace and pelvic area. As she leaned down to wipe me off, I could smell her post-orgasm scent. Her finger smelled of a combination of cherries, sweat, and desire. Her smell was intoxicating, and I desired more of it. We did not talk about what happened between us for the rest of the night. We ate and talked before she retired to my master suite for the evening. My mind raced all night with what she was doing. Was Lindsey touching herself in my king-size bed or in my large custom shower with a rainfall showerhead, jets, and steam. These thoughts lulled me to sleep, where my dreams were filled with visions of Lindsey.

I woke to the smell of bacon sizzling on the stove and an angelic voice singing along to the music playing quietly in the kitchen. Like every morning, I woke with a hard, throbbing cock that desperately needed relief. I called for Lindsey to see if she would get my painkillers and help me to the bathroom to take a shower. Lindsey appeared in the room with the most beautiful smile and very little clothing. She was wearing what appeared to be one of my white undershirts and a pair of my flannel boxers. She had a look of pure relaxation, like she had been on vacation at a spa.

Lindsey said, “Good morning, handsome. I love your master suite; it’s like staying at a fantasy hotel.”

I said, “I am glad you are enjoying the accommodations, but could you be a dear and bring me my pain meds and then help me to the bathroom for a shower?”

Lindsey said, “Of course.”

Then she turned and almost skipped out of the room. In her state of dress, it became apparent that her tattoos were not localized to her arms but covered a majority of what I could see on her legs and back. The sight once again had my cock throbbing and precum starting to form. She quickly returned and handed me my meds and a glass of water. I took the meds and handed the glass back.

Lindsey said, “Are you ready for that shower?”

I shook my head yes as I grumbled and groaned from the pain as I attempted to stand.

Lindsey quickly came to me and said, “Let me help.” That’s when she looked down to my tented boxers and said, “It appears something else is up and moving also.”

We both chuckled as she led me across the hall. Her little arms wrapped around my waist as my arm was over her shoulder. This was the first time I had stood next to Lindsey, and for the first time, I realized I am a monster compared to her. We finally made it to the bathroom, and to my surprise, she had everything already set up for me. My new shower chair was already in the shower, towels were laid out, and the soap was conveniently placed.

Lindsey asked, “Do you need help undressing and getting into the shower?”

I shook my head no because I was stubborn and didn’t like to be cared for in this capacity. Lindsey could see the frustration on my face, and in her typical fashion, she knew how to ease the situation.

She smiled and said, “Hey, big boy, you don’t have anything I haven’t already seen. Just get over yourself and let me help.”

Lindsey quickly proceeded to start the shower and set the temperature of the water before turning back to me. I turned and faced the bathroom sink so as she slid my boxers down, my cock would not spring out in her face. She slid my boxers down over my ass and down my legs before helping me step out of them.

She said, “Damn, mister, you have a cute little ass.”

I felt my face get hot, and I saw how flush it got in the mirror. I thought to myself, I don’t blush. It must have been my vulnerability at that moment that elicited this reaction. Through the mirror, I noticed Lindsey’s nipples had become hard and were straining against her shirt. I slowly turned around, naked except for that stupid brace. Due to feelings of being overly vulnerable, my cock was no longer hard. Lindsey helped me to the shower, removed my brace, and helped me sit down.

The warm water cascading down my body felt amazing. My frustration and vulnerability melted away, and I sighed in pleasure. Then a little giggle snapped me back to reality. Lindsey was still standing there as I looked up at her. She pointed down; as I looked down, my cock had also gotten over the situation. Lindsey picked up a washcloth and began to wash my back gently. I closed my eyes and relished the attention.

It took me a few minutes to realize she had stopped washing my back. I opened my eyes, and my jaw dropped at what sight was before me. Lindsey had taken off the white undershirt and was standing there in just a pair of flannel boxers. For the first time I saw Lindsey’s beautiful tits. They were full, firm C-cups with two-inch pink areolas and pencil eraser-sized nipples. They were nothing but stunning.

She stepped back towards me and started to wash my chest. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, which caused my cock to swell more. Lindsey continued to wash me, slowly going down my chest towards my raging cock, and she moved further into the shower. The water now cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, slowly flowing down her tits and dripping from her hard eraser-sized nipples. Lindsey ran the washcloth across my cock gently, which caused it to twitch. It was not long before her hand replaced the washcloth. My cock looked enormous wrapped in her tiny hands as she slowly stroked my now throbbing cock. As quickly as she started stoking my cock she stopped.

She stood before me in the shower and turned around as the water had now soaked the boxers. The boxers clung to her round, firm ass. She pulled them to one side as she grabbed my rock-hard cock and lowered herself down. I felt the head of my cock glide through her folds on the way to her cock-hungry cunt. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and I was not sure I would last long. I felt my cock start to penetrate her hot, tight pussy. Lindsey went slow and gentle, trying not to aggravate my injury as my cock buried itself deep inside her. We both moaned as my cockhead touched her cervix.

I grabbed her hips as she started to slide slowly up and down on my cock. Her pussy clenched and quivered as she gently rode me. Our breathing became labored as her pace increased, and I knew I wasn’t going to last. I felt my cock swell, which caused her to moan louder. The more she moaned, the more I swelled and my balls tightened. On one final stroke, she buried my cock deep in her as she exploded in a series of orgasms. This triggered me to explode stream after stream of cum deep inside her rippling pussy. My head fell back, and I sighed in pure relief as my shrinking cock slid out of her pussy. Lindsey washed our combined juices off me and her before stepping out of the shower.

Lindsey turned to me and said, “I have been thinking of how your cock would feel in me since yesterday while I watched you jerking off. I think we need to continue this in your bed.”

I said, “Yes, we fucking do. I want to taste that pussy of yours. I have been thinking of nothing else since I watched you finger yourself leaning against the door frame.”

Lindsey dried off quickly after kicking off the wet boxers and wrapped herself in a towel. She continued to aid me in getting out of the shower and dried me off before helping me back to my temporary bed. She placed my brace back on and lay me down.

She looked at the clock and said, “I have to go get your next dose of pain meds; don’t move.

She flashed me a coyish smile as she exited the room. Lindsey returned with a glass of water and the pain medication. When she was out of the room, she lost the towel she was wrapped in. I watch her goddess-like body glide across the room. She handed me water and meds. I quickly took them and handed the glass back. Lindsey placed it on the end table.

She looked at me and said, “Are you ready to taste this pussy?”

I nodded yes as she mounted the bed over my head and slowly lowered down to my face. As her bald pussy with a butterfly tattoo directly above her slit came within range. I split her folds with my tongue. She moaned as I tasted of her sweet nectar for the first time. I ran my tongue from her ass to her engorged clit. Lindsey moaned and continued to lower down until her knees made contact with the bed next to my head.

My tongue glided up and down her folds, pausing for mere seconds every time my tongue touched her wet, warm opening or clit. Lindsey moaned louder and more labored on every stroke of my tongue. On my final stroke I sucked her clit into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her pulsating clit. She started to grind her pussy onto my mouth as her juices began to run along her slit and dripped down onto my chin. Her legs trembled next to my head as my sucking increased on her clit. Her moans increased in volume and intensity as I continued my assault on her clit. She clenched her legs against my head as her trembling intensified.

Lindsey started to rock her hips harder on my face as I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke it. Every moan and whimper I pulled from her caused my cock to twitch and grow as I stroked it. I increased my pressure on her clit as I felt her body tighten and become rigid.

Lindsey screamed, “Oh, my fucking god. I am cumming.”

I stroked my hardening cock faster as she exploded like a cracked dam giving way. Her sweet juices flooded my face and cascaded down the sides, pooling on the bed. Lindsey screamed and cussed as her body vibrated in pure lustful bliss. Every inch of her body twitched and pulsated as my tongue now fucked her sweet, musky opening. She thrust her hips as my tongue continued its assault, as she rolled from one orgasm to another. Lindsey quivered one last time before she collapsed on top of me, panting. I lay under her, taking in the lovely smell of her soaking wet pussy.

Lindsey gathered herself and dismounted my face. Her hand quickly replaced mine, stroking my over-engorged cock. Her small, soft hands glided up and down, causing the precum to form at the tip of my cock. Her pace increased, and my moans grew louder and louder.

She looked into my eyes and asked, “How did you get so good at that?”

I smiled and closed my eyes as I felt her warm, wet lips slide over the head of my throbbing cock. Lindsey continued to stroke my cock as she sucked on the head and swirled her tongue. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls tighten and my cock begin to swell. Lindsey sucked harder, stroked faster, and flicked her tongue. Right as I reached the point of no return, she stopped sucking but continued to stroke my throbbing cock. She straddled my legs and placed my cock between her beautiful, round tits. All the while, she continued to stroke my cock. To this day, I still don’t know how she did it. With my cock nestled between her tits, she stopped stroking my cock with her hand. She rocked up and down as my raging cock slid between her tits.

She said, “Cum for me, I want to feel your warm cum on my skin.”

Lindsey increased her pace as she spit down her chest and onto the head of my cock. I moaned louder and grabbed the bedsheets into my hands. Each time my cock came out the top, she licked the tip.

I screamed, “Holy fuck, I am cumming.” Before she could react, I exploded like a cork being released from a champagne bottle. I unloaded stream after stream of hot sticky cum all over Lindsey’s chin, chest, and hands. Once the last stream flew out, she went to lick it off her hands, chin, and chest.

She looked at me and said, “Mmmm, you taste delicious."

I relaxed so much I thought the bed swallowed me. Lindsey continued to lick every drop up, even the drops that fell onto my belly. We lay together naked for what seemed like an eternity. This became our new daily routine. I licked and sucked on her beautiful and tasty pussy. She would suck my cock, and we would fuck, but never in the same order.

When Lindsey returned to work, she kept her word and found someone to help me with my recovery.

She flashed a devilish smile and said, “I hired you a male nurse, and I will come by daily to help with your special rehab.”

Lindsey was true to her word; she came by every day for the next 18 months. Many of these days turned into nights and weekends. Over that time, our adventures were not limited to my makeshift recovery bedroom. They traversed every room in my house. But our favorite location was in my large custom shower in the master suite.