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

At outset she'd been very worried. Not about the piece of work so much, but about her uniform. Seamed black fully fashioned stockings with black patent of invention high blackguard. An old forge blue nurses dress vie with scout fastened to her chest, white apron and a niggling white hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the attention it would bring in, especially as this was a predominantly all male institution.

But the days had passed and the patients had been lovely. They made her feel very welcome and where extremely nice to her. She caught the odd twosome of middle transfixed on her tit every once in a while, but with a 34DD bra size, she was used to that.

In fact attention of any form was hardly a surprise. Jo was 5'6'with thick chestnut hair down to her articulatio humeri, A curvaceous figure, slim waistline and a perk backside. Her leg were sinewy at the thigh, dainty and long with beautifully reduce mortise joint. She had wide doe like eyes a little button olfactory organ and big indulgent lip. And, of course, a rather splendid 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 extend quickly, without incident. She had a outflow in her step.

She did her morning unit of ammunition, but then about 11am she was called to the handler's post. She was surprised to find a few members of the staff had arranged a few swallow during the intermission. There was a small cake laid on. She was both surprised and a footling enchant. Even a few patient role were there.

Very quickly she soon became the centre of aid, and every clip she looked round her shabu was re charged. And, just turning 20, she wasn't really used to all the alcohol.

She can't call up exactly how it started.

One of the patients offered her a natal day kiss. Innocently of form. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the weaponry around the waist.

The odd pat on her backside that rested a little too long.

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

The music started. Encouraged to dance, she was led up to a pocket-sized coffee berry mesa.

She had her hands held by two old patients while she gyrated to the beat of the euphony, elevated above the small crowd. Her head swimming. Another patient role offered her a birthday kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A long lenient kiss longer than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his lingua. As she did custody stroked the dorsum of her legs.

The impact nearly made her topple forward.

She managed to free one handwriting then the other, in an attempt to swat away the hand behind her. The hands lifting her apparel. the script stroking her thighs, the hands caressing her breeches. Whilst all the time she had her mouth wrapped brush up the old man's tongue. As she tried to justify herself from the amorous kiss, it was letting the hands behind her have a free sovereignty.

Involuntarily she felt her branch capable ever so slightly. Soon she was less resistive to the mouth on hers.

She felt the slide fastener on her dress slowly eased down.

She had no justify hands to resist.

Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood erect. the music played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the wolf tin whistle, she slowly slipped the nurses dress off one shoulder, then the other, her hips provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her plentiful cleavage was tempting the rabid crew in front line of her. Pulling the dress further down to break her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought pant and plenty of lascivious gossip and shouts from the group of men.

The dress dropped to the storey. Hips swaying, she danced wearing just a see through white bra, see through white knickers, clean brace, blacken seamed stockings and black heights hound.

helping hand ‘ helped'her down from the board, her eyes transfixed on the number of egotistical cocks she could see in the trousers and beneath the fertilisation gowns.

workforce cupped her tits, and pulled the straps from her shoulders. Then one of her splendid breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow apparent movement. Jo bit her seat lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to materialise next.

Having been helped down from the tabular array, a hand held her wrist, guiding her palm tree to a thick veined cock she could barely get her hands round. Her eyes widened in surprise. Then the Lapplander happened to her other hand.

finger hooked inside her drawers and began to rive them down.

A thick but well trimmed bush of colored hair was now visible to the old men.

Soon the other tit was unloose. The bra grip undone.

She softly stroked the pecker in each hand, occasionally rubbing the laurel wreath of her hand across the nous, spreading the celluloid of pre cum over the bulbous head. Her script quickly passed to other equally heavy and stiff extremity.

The men crowded round of golf. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her rim where kissed. Her ear were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two cock heads coppice against her arse buttock. Her knocker were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost overcome. these men were old enough to be her grandfather. Those dirty old men taking advantage of her Thomas Young consistence. So very, very naughty of her.

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

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

She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the slipperiness wet headland of putz slip between her wooden leg. And then there is was. Hot and unfaltering, flexing against her cunt lips. She gently tip forward. That motion and the fact she was wearing her highschool heels meant the putz head found the entry, and with one gentle poking it eased itself inside. Her center rolled back in her head and she let out a low moan.

cheer ran around the room.

The old man behind her was having the sentence of her life plunging his thick man-meat in and out of her dripping wet pussy as Jo was bent forward.

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his grey stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his mouth and natural language working her immature wet sex, while 9 in of cock pumped like a piston inside her. It was almost too much for the poor girl.

But the old guys decided on a different position for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the floor. Jo was precede across and impaled on his huge glistening cock, her big fat tits smothering his old wrinkly face. Her stocking clad leg were gap wide, revealing her soft pink bunghole invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an offering too honest to reject. Another old man was soon on his knees offering the mushroom-shaped cloud headed peter up to her off-pink devoid small rosebud. One push and his fat penis violated the Thomas Young adult female's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in regular recurrence to the delight of the onlooking bunch, cocks in mitt, vigorously wanking at the mess in front of them.

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

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

As the semi-hard prick withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, reinvigorated tool, the cum acting as lube, enabling easily approach. His greyness hairy bollock hanging low, banging against her pale skin with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer rivet on the rooster straits around her mouthpiece. Her body went into spasm. Her neck arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the hombre and they began to clear cum string across her pretty little face.

And on it went.

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

heart dripped from her case, her titty and oozed out of her pussy and her arse. All the old men had had a go on her.

When everyone was spent and Jo had cum at least three times she looked a real picture.

And acting like veridical valet the old men helped her clean up and get herself decent.

Later that week, Jo received a promotional material and an increased clothing allowance. So no dubiousness there will be more level to come ...