Candy and the Nympho Nurses

By JJ Joella

Candy Plum Diddle brags to her new friends about her husband's fantastic sexual skills. But she doesn't realize that the sexy young women she's talking to are really campus cops at nearby Sassieasse University. They arrest Danny and take him to the school's Medical Center for evaluation. And there he falls prey to dozens of oversexed student nurses who can't get enough of his kinky techniques.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JJ Joella
• Release date: Mar 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463214534

JJ Joella

J. J. Joella is a wannabe cheerleader, beauty contest winner, airline flight attendant, substitute teacher, executive secretary, part time fluffer, weekend bartender, sexual researcher, best selling author, squirt addiction counselor, and police decoy for the Sassieasse University Campus Cops.

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Candy and the Nympho Nurses

By JJ Joella

This book is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Candy and the Nympho Nurses

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Cover, Preview and Author Images: Marco Samui

Copyright: Sassieasse Press

ISBN: 9780463214534

Publisher: Smashwords Inc.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.

OTHER WORKS BY JJ JOELLA

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Candy’s 18 and Ready

Candy’s Juicy Little Secret

Candy and the Kinky Campus Cops

Candy and the Nympho Nurses

Candy and the Cheerleaders

Candy and the Cowgirls

Candy in Bondage

Candy and the Naughty French Maids

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Britny Creams and the Nerd

Britny Creams and the Bad Boys

Britny Creams and the Domina

Britny Creams at the Office

Britny Creams in the Space Force

Britny Creams and the Alien Tentacles

Britny Creams and the MILF

Britny Creams and the Witches

Britny Creams and the Hot Asian Tease

Britny Creams and the Hotwife Swap Meet

Teagan’s Hotwife Confession

Britny Creams Meets Dr. Touch

Britny Creams and the Striptease Murders

Britny Creams in the Library

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Sassy Brat Orgy

The Seduction of Sissie Malone

The Doctor and the Brat

The Stripper and the Brat

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Little Red Riding Muff

Snow Stud and the Huntress

Snow Stud and the Seven Hos

Pussy in Boots

The Cheerleader on the Bus

Strange Pussies

Table of Contents

ONE – AT THE GYM

TWO – NIGHT CALL

THREE – THE LUSCIOUS SISTERS

FOUR – CANDY ATTACKS

FIVE – EBONY SAINT BLUE

SIX – THE FLUFF-O-GRAM

SEVEN – THE MISTRESS

EIGHT – TEASE ME, EBONY

NINE – DR INGRID VON SIZZLE

TEN – MONA MAMARENA

ELEVEN – DR. LEE

TWELVE – DR. BOX

THIRTEEN – ELENA

FOURTEEN – SANDWICH

FIFTEEN – EBONY DOMINA

SIXTEEN – FLATLINED

BONUS CHAPTER

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Candy and the Nympho Nurses

CHAPTER ONE

At The Gym

The night of June 2, 1967

New girl, she asks me, and I give her my warmest smile. She is just so gorgeous: tall, with long shapely legs and the kind of breasts that make me want to, you know, feel her up.

Yeah, I say, It’s my first time here.

She nods and comes closer. Did I mention her long blond hair that falls to the middle of her back, and her sweet lips, and her curvy ass cheeks that are winking at me from her tiny gym shorts?

I’m Calantha Buxton, she says, but you can call me Cali... you know, like I’m one of those California bikini babes in the calendars.

I do know. There are dozens of calendars on sale these days that feature beach bunnies who look just like her, a Cali Girl.

I’m Candice, I answer, Candice Plum. I hold out my hand, and she gives it a firm shake.

Candy Plum, she smirks.

Actually, it’s Candy Plum Diddle... my married name is Diddle.

Mmmmm, I like the sound of that, she says, and her eyes narrow with a hungry look. So, has anyone diddled your plum lately, Candy?

I blush. Uh, just my husband... twice.

Twice?

Well, okay, it was four times last night.

Mmmmm.

Cali’s wears a gray, cropped t-shirt with the words Sassieasse University Police stenciled across the front. She doesn’t wear a bra, and I swear that her nipples are getting bigger and pointier the longer we talk.

Now, she’s right beside me. She smells delicious: Chantilly perfume, and oatmeal soap, and sexy girl-sweat.

Are you a paying member of the gym, or do you go to the University? she asks.

I bite my lip. Shit. Found out on my first day. Now I know my face is crimson.

Uh, just visiting, I say.

Trying out the facilities?

I nod. (Maybe I can get away with this after all.)

Nick’s Gym is on the campus of Sassieasse University in Beverly Hills, and it is so damn exclusive. The Sassy Ass Girls (as the female students call themselves) can use the facilities for free. But if you’re not somehow affiliated with the school, the fees are enormous.

So, you’re not a student, Candy?

I glance away and shake my head.

And you’re not a paying member of the gym?

I bite my lip.

She steps toward me. We’re very close now.

Oh, dear, she whispers. You know you shouldn’t be here.

I nod sadly. And then Cali leans over and kisses me on the lips.

Mmmmm, I sigh as I welcome her tongue into my mouth. She tastes spicy.

I’m wearing flip-flops and a bikini. Being a new mother, I don’t have a big wardrobe... no real workout clothes. Cali Girl doesn’t seem to mind. She reaches behind me and pops open the back of my bikini top, and it falls to the floor.

Why, Mrs. Diddle, says the beach bunny, Your nipples are hard.

I glance down and shrug anxiously. Yeah, they are.

Cali bends forward and sucks one of my breasts into her mouth as the fingers of one hand close on the other.

Mmmmm, I moan, and just like that, it happens.

GUSH!

Cali steps back, and we both look down at my bikini bottoms. They’re drenched.

You squirt, Cali says. It’s not a question.

I feel tears beginning to pool in my eyes as I nod in embarrassment.

You squirt, and you like gurlz.

Okay, I do, I sob finally. But, I like my Danny better.

Danny?

Danny Diddle, my husband.

Cali studies me. I’m half-naked with wet bikini bottoms full of squirt. I can feel it trickling down my thighs.

Does Danny know you cum this much? Cali asks.

I nod. He helps me, I say. He has the most talented tongue in the world. I think he could coax the love juice of a little old lady.

Cali winces, Ugh, terrible image.

Sorry.

Come over here, baby, she coos. And she takes me by the hand and leads me over to one of the weightlifting benches. She sits me down on it, then scoots around in front of me, reaches forward, and begins sliding off my bikini bottoms.

Part of me wants to stop her, but at this point, the prospects are just too inviting.

Cali, the beach bunny calendar girl, places a hand on each of my knees and spreads them apart, exposing my pussy, which is already sopping wet and now lets go with another squirt.

Oh my, says Cali, and then she kneels down in front of me and gives my pussy a little lick. Oh.

What can I do but reach for my breasts and start squeezing them as Cali buries her face in my snatch.

Oh dear, I sigh as I feel cum pouring out of me and into Cali’s mouth. She drinks it right down.

And now another pair of hands are on my breasts, and a pair of sweet lips begin kissing me. This really is a friendly gym I decide and want so much to belong.

#

Two hours later, Cali and I stagger out of the girl’s shower. We are with two other girls. They’re the Luscious Sisters actually, though the one named Mandy is African American, and the other is a blond Irish-looking girl who everyone calls Blondie. At this point, I know that Cali is not only a beach bunny, but also a campus cop here at Sassieasse University.

Care for a coffee on the way home, I ask. These girls have been so good to me that I don’t want the evening to end.

‘Sorry, gorgeous, says Cali, but I’ve had enough to drink.

Your spunk is so delicious, says Mandy Luscious.

Wish I could squirt like that, adds Blondie.

I’m flattered, of course. I have let them each drink a little from my pussy, but you know, I still feel that I need to repay their kindness.

Too bad my husband is off on a business trip, I tell them. He could help you all cream your panties.

Not me, says Blondie. No one can make me squirt.

I shrug. I’m sure Danny could.

And you let him go around licking other women’s pussies? Cali asks.

Well, I don’t like it, I say. "But if it’s a friend, you know, and she has a need...."

The three of them look shocked.

Anyway, see you all next week, I say as I get ready to leave.

Un uh, says Cali as she shakes her head. Damn, she looks so hot in her tight cop slacks, cop hat, and boots... with those massive boobies of hers doing their best to break out of her starched navy blue blouse.

I’m sure I won’t have any problem visiting again, I say as I smile (hoping no one will challenge me). Same time next week?

Actually, you can’t come back, says Cali. You’re not a student, and you haven’t paid your membership fee.

But I let you drink my squirt.

Come on, Candy, says the blond, You enjoyed it as much as we did.

Well, actually, they’re right about that. But I figured that’s all it would take to become a member of this exclusive girl’s club.

How about this, says Cali. You let us pick up your husband on some trumped-up police charge. Then, we hold him in custody until he teaches us how to squirt the way you do.

Of course, the Luscious Sisters nod enthusiastically at this idea.

I don’t know, I say. But Cali looks so bitchin as we walk out into the night, and she goes to her big Harley cop motorcycle and climbs onto it.

We’ll arrest him and take him to the Sassieasse University Hospital, she tells me.

We can make him a research subject, says Blondie.

I’m sure he’d be paid well, and the school would throw in your gym membership as a bonus.

You won’t hurt him, will you? I ask.

Are you kidding? giggles Cali. We’ll treat him like the prize fuck-toy that he is.

I still look uncertain as I walk over closer to the girl cop, and she grabs me and kisses me roughly, as though she wants to take me home and handcuff me to a rack in her own personal dungeon.

Just tell me the kind of car he drives, give me his license plate number, she says, and let me know the next time he’s near the campus, I’ll do the rest.

Her hand is on my ass again, sliding up under my skirt. The Luscious sisters