Jo had been working at the old folks home base now for over a calendar month. It was her first job after college, and at 19 she felt she had already found her vocation.

At beginning she'd been very apprehensive. Not about the employment so a good deal, but about her uniform. Seamed shameful fully fashioned stockings with sinister patent of invention heights dog. An old fashioned blue nurse dress up compete with vigil fastened to her bureau, livid apron and a little white hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the attention it would bring, especially as this was a predominantly all male person institution.

But the days had passed and the affected role had been lovely. They made her feel very welcome and where extremely courteous to her. She caught the odd span of eyes transfixed on her breasts every once in a while, but with a 34DD bra size, she was used to that.

In fact attention of any sorting was hardly a surprise. Jo was 5'6'with thick chestnut hair down to her shoulders, A curvaceous physique, slim waist and a gain vigor backside. Her wooden leg were mesomorphic at the second joint, skillful and long with beautifully slim ankles. She had all-inclusive doe like centre a little button nose and big diffused lips. And, of course, a rather brilliant chest.

But today was different.Today was Jo's birthday. She was going out with her young man later that evening and was hoping the day would pass quickly, without incident. She had a spring in her step.

She did her morning rounds, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's office. She was surprised to line up a few member of the staff had arranged a few drinks during the break. There was a small cake laid on. She was both surprised and a minuscule delighted. Even a few patient role were there.

Very quickly she soon became the inwardness of tending, and every time she looked round her glass was re charged. And, just turning 20, she wasn't really used to all the alcohol.

She can't recollect exactly how it started.

One of the affected role offered her a birthday kiss. Innocently of course. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the weapons system around the waist.

The odd pat on her back end that rested a lilliputian too long.

But she was enjoying herself, the centre of attention. All harmless fun.

The euphony started. Encouraged to dance, she was led up to a small coffee tree board.

She had her custody held by two old patient while she gyrated to the beatnik of the music, elevated above the small-scale crowd. Her head swimming. Another affected role offered her a birthday kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A foresightful easy kiss longer than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his spit. As she did hired hand stroked the binding of her legs.

The shock nearly made her topple forward.

She managed to relieve one hand then the other, in an endeavor to swat away the hands behind her. The hands lifting her dress. the deal stroking her thighs, the hands caressing her knickers. Whilst all the time she had her rima oris wrapped round the old man's clapper. As she tried to free herself from the amorous kiss, it was letting the bridge player behind her have a costless reign.

Involuntarily she felt her branch undefendable ever so slightly. Soon she was less resistant to the oral fissure on hers.

She felt the zip on her wearing apparel slowly eased down.

She had no unfreeze hands to dissent.

Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood just. the music played on. She continued to trip the light fantastic, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the savage whistles, she slowly slipped the nurses dress off one shoulder, then the other, her rose hip provocatively gyrating to the medicine. Soon her ample cleavage was tempting the rabid crowd in front of her. Pulling the dress further down to bring out her immense ( still bra clad ) tits brought pant and plenty of lustful comments and cry from the group of men.

The clothes dropped to the floor. hip swaying, she danced wearing just a see through white bra, see through bloodless knickers, White person suspenders, black seamed stockings and black high-pitched heels.

manpower ‘ helped'her down from the table, her eye transfixed on the phone number of swollen cocks she could see in the pant and beneath the dressing gowns.

Hands cupped her tit, and pulled the strap from her shoulder joint. Then one of her magnificent breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow motion. Jo bit her bottom lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to happen next.

Having been helped down from the table, a hand held her wrist, guiding her palm to a midst veined cock she could barely get her hands unit of ammunition. Her eyes widened in surprise. Then the Same happened to her other hand.

finger hooked inside her drawers and began to pull in them down.

A thick but well trimmed President George W. Bush of night hair was now visible to the old men.

Soon the other tit was spare. The bra hold undone.

She softly stroked the rooster in each manus, occasionally rubbing the palm of her hand across the forefront, spreading the moving picture of pre cum over the bulbous head. Her hand quickly passed to other equally expectant and stiff penis.

The men crowded bout. Her cervix was kissed and caressed. Her lips where kissed. Her auricle were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two cock head word brush against her arse boldness. Her tits were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost overcome. these men were old enough to be her gramps. Those grime old men taking advantage of her young body. So very, very naughty of her.

'The filthy fucking bastards.'she thought to herself.

That thought made her very wet indeed. Her legs, ever so slightly diffuse had finger's breadth kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her branch, stroking those soft inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be foresighted before she felt the glossy wet head of cock skid between her wooden leg. And then there is was. Hot and stiff, flexing against her pussy brim. She gently leant forward. That movement and the fact she was wearing her senior high heels meant the cock head found the entrance, and with one gentle thrust it eased itself inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low moan.

Cheers ran around the elbow room.

The old man behind her was having the time of her lifetime plunging his compact man-meat in and out of her dripping wet cunt as Jo was bent forward.

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his Lady Jane Grey stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his mouth and lingua working her young wet sex, while 9 inches of cock pumped like a Walter Piston inside her. It was almost too practically for the poor girl.

But the old guy wire decided on a unlike position for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the base. Jo was lead across and impaled on his huge glistening stopcock, her big fat tits smothering his old wrinkled face. Her stocking clad peg were diffuse wide-cut, revealing her delicate pink arsehole invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an offer too good to refuse. Another old man was soon on his knees offering the mushroom headed cock up to her off-pink innocent little rosebud. One push and his fat member violated the new woman's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in rhythm to the delight of the onlooking crowd, cocks in hand, vigorously wanking at the sight in front of them.

Another cock was offered up to Jo's mouthpiece. And another.

With a shudder and an animalistic moan the old man behind her unloaded his balls right up Jo's arse. And, as he did another unloaded over the back of her head.

As the semi-hard cock withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, novel cock, the cum acting as lube, enabling tardily access. His grey hairy balls hanging low, banging against her pale skin with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer contract on the rooster drumhead around her mouth. Her torso went into spasm. Her neck arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the guy cable and they began to empty cum strings across her pretty little face.

And on it went.

Soon she was covered in the old men's cum.

Spunk dripped from her face, her tits and oozed out of her pussy and her derriere. All the old men had had a go on her.

When everyone was spent and Jo had cum at to the lowest degree three times she looked a real picture.

And acting like real gentlemen the old men helped her clean up and get herself decent.

Later that workweek, Jo received a promotion and an increased clothing allowance account. So no doubt there will be more than narration to come ...