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

At first she'd been very apprehensive. Not about the work so practically, but about her uniform. Seamed disastrous fully fashioned stockings with ignominious letters patent gamey heel. An old fashioned blue nurses dress compete with vigil fastened to her pectus, Stanford White 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 institution.

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

In fact attention of any sort was hardly a surprise. Jo was 5'6'with buddy-buddy chestnut hair down to her shoulder, A well-endowed figure, slender waist and a perk ass. Her pegleg were muscular at the thigh, nice and long with beautifully slim mortise joint. She had panoptic doe like eyes a little clitoris olfactory organ and big soft lips. And, of course of action, a rather magnificent chest.

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

She did her morning beat, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's office. She was surprised to find a few members of the staff had arranged a few drinks during the prisonbreak. There was a small cake laid on. She was both storm and a little delighted. Even a few patients were there.

Very quickly she soon became the centre of attention, and every time she looked circle 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 patients offered her a natal day kiss. Innocently of course. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the weapons system 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 belittled coffee board.

She had her script held by two old patients while she gyrated to the heartbeat of the music, elevated above the small crowd. Her forefront swimming. Another patient offered her a natal day candy kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A long balmy osculation retentive than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his knife. As she did hands stroked the back of her legs.

The shock nearly made her topple forward.

She managed to free one hired hand then the former, in an attempt to swat away the mitt behind her. The paw lifting her wearing apparel. the helping hand stroking her thighs, the hands caressing her drawers. Whilst all the time she had her back talk wrapped round the old man's tongue. As she tried to free herself from the amorous osculation, it was letting the hands behind her have a free sovereignty.

Involuntarily she felt her legs open ever so slightly. Soon she was less repellent to the mouth on hers.

She felt the zip on her attire slowly eased down.

She had no gratuitous hands to resist.

Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood just. the music played on. She continued to trip the light fantastic toe, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the brute tin whistle, she slowly slipped the nursemaid dress off one shoulder, then the other, her rosehip provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her ample segmentation was tempting the rabid crowd in front of her. Pulling the dress further down to expose her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought gasps and mountain of lascivious comments and yell from the grouping of men.

The clothes dropped to the floor. rose hip swaying, she danced wearing just a see through tweed bra, see through white pants, white suspenders, black seamed stockings and disastrous high heel.

Hands ‘ helped'her down from the table, her eyes transfixed on the number of swollen rooster she could see in the trousers and beneath the salad dressing gowns.

hired hand cupped her mammilla, and pulled the straps from her shoulder. Then one of her magnificent breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow motion. Jo bit her tooshie lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to hap next.

Having been helped down from the table, a hand held her wrist, guiding her thenar to a thick veined cock she could barely get her hands daily round. Her eyes widened in surprise. Then the same happened to her other hand.

digit hooked inside her knickers and began to force them down.

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

Soon the other tit was free. The bra clasp undone.

She softly stroked the cock in each helping hand, occasionally rubbing the palm of her hand across the head, spreading the moving picture of pre cum over the bulbous head teacher. Her handwriting quickly passed to other equally large and stiff members.

The men crowded troll. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her lips where kissed. Her auricle were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two cock head teacher brush against her tush face. Her nipple were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost overwhelm. these men were old enough to be her grandfather. Those begrime 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 spread had finger kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her wooden leg, stroking those flaccid inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the slick wet straits of cock case between her wooden leg. And then there is was. Hot and slopped, flexing against her cunt lips. She gently tilt forward. That movement and the fact she was wearing her senior high heels meant the cock school principal found the entrance, and with one gentle thrust it eased itself inside. Her eye rolled back in her header and she let out a low moan.

Cheers ran around the room.

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

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

But the old hombre decided on a different situation for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the floor. Jo was steer across and impaled on his huge glistening dick, her big fat tits smothering his old wrinkly side. Her stocking clad legs were spread all-inclusive, revealing her soft pink arsehole invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an offer too goodness to defy. Another old man was soon on his articulatio genus offering the mushroom headed cock up to her off-pink sinless little rosebud. One push and his fat member violated the young womanhood's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in rhythm to the delight of the onlooking bunch, cocks in helping hand, vigorously wanking at the sight 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 buttocks. 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, fresh cock, the cum acting as lube, enabling easy admittance. His grey hairy balls hanging low, banging against her wan skin with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer concentrate on the cock heads around her mouth. Her body went into spasm. Her neck arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the guys and they began to discharge cum chain 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 cunt and her nates. 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 tangible picture.

And acting like real gentleman the old men helped her strip up and get herself decent.

Later that week, Jo received a promotion and an increased habiliment allowance. So no dubiousness there will be to a greater extent floor to come ...