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Labia Tales: The Second Book
Labia Tales: The Second Book
Labia Tales: The Second Book
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Petra the protagonist lives alone again since her ex moved out to start her career. Petra is working as a nurse but at the same time she is eager to remain the best in her class at the university which proves to be difficult especially because of the cellular biology professor. Her supporting nature and extreme sexual drive puts her into kinky and dangerous situations. Between the explicitly described sexual encounters the reader can have a peek into the everday life of a lesbian girl through Petra's eyes.

In this book Petra meddles into the private life of her abused neighbor while flirting with one of her professors. To make her life more intense she tries herself out at the race track where she falls for a mysterious and very beautiful car mechanic girl. Petra runs around with the young, lanky resident doctress from the hospital and changes her views about the girl's relationship with her fiancé.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBare Pet
Release dateOct 15, 2021
ISBN9781005231057
Labia Tales: The Second Book
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Bare Pet

Welcome!I'm Petra the author of the Labia Tales series.Some years ago my friends convinced me to write a story about my sexual adventures in English which is based on my diary entries (real life events). Because I am not native English I depend on willing proof-readers to correct my work. Let me express my gratitude to them. I'm also grateful to all who took the time to give feedback on my writings.I should put down in the prologue that "the names have been changed to protect the innocent... and guilty", but I guess it is obvious regarding the nature of my stories. Enjoy the story and let me have your feedback via e-mail (bare.pet at g mail dot com) or in an open review!Petra

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    Labia Tales - Bare Pet

    Labia Tales

    The Second Book

    by Bare Pet

    Published by Bare Pet at Smashwords

    Copyright 2021 Bare Pet

    ISBN: 9781005231057

    Prologue

    I got out of the operating room and as I started to undress and drop the dirty scrubs into the container, I realized that Csenge, the intern who left the OR (operating room) some minutes before me, was standing there in her sheer bodysuit. She was a lanky, skinny brunette with enormous tits that stood very firmly despite their size. She recrossed her hands in front of her wonderful breasts perhaps to hide them from my stare.

    I… I… she stammered. I wanted to thank you. She probably referred to the suture that I helped her out with in the OR. I nodded absentmindedly while my eyes devoured her openly as she mumbled something. She moved around the room hesitantly. Looking back at me. I can't find my stuff… She paused in her search and looked expectantly at me. Perhaps she waited for a solution from me.

    You mean your clothes? I pointed to the bench where a set of hospital clothing was folded into a neat package. I guess those are yours, because others put them into a locker.

    She chuckled as she moved gracefully to pick up her clothes. I just could not take my eyes off her. She looked down at her body to see the reason for my blunt stare, however I don't think that she could see much because of her round boobs. Probably she was aware that the black see through material showed very explicit details, but she didn't seem to be shy. She broke the spell by putting on her frock coat. She adjusted her hair in the mirror, looked back at me with a smile and left. I felt sexual excitement run through my body and it just got worse by the time I arrived home.

    I saw in my mind Csenge's lean frame in the see through bodysuit. Next to her firm breast I also noticed the lack of pubic hair which was very obvious in her sexy outfit. My pussy oozed and my inner thighs were glistening with my juices whereupon I stripped in front of the large bathroom mirror. I studied my naked image. The hairless triangle between my legs attracted my eyes like a magnet. On my engorged, pink pussy lips a long drip of pussy juice was hanging. I gathered it onto my fingers and licked it off. I liked my taste. I was slightly sour with a touch of sweetness. It was translucent and very slippery. I loved to smear onto my clit and also all around my smooth pussy. I gently circled my index and middle finger around my erect bud, occasionally reaching down to my entrance to gather more fluid. My clit was throbbing with each heartbeat. I slightly increased the pace while I watched myself in the mirror. I pushed my fingers against my slippery sex harder and moved my hand even faster making my labia wobble around splattering the juices wildly all around. With my free hand I grabbed my erect nipple and pulled on it making my otherwise very nice round mound into an elongated cone. It didn't take long to reach the first orgasm. I had to grab the edge of the bathtub so as not to lose my balance when the waves of climax took away my control over my body.

    I closed my eyes for a moment and slowed down to a tender massage. My senses returned after the intense fireworks. I opened my eyes and watched with fascination that I already slipped four fingers into my oozing hole. I slid my thumb into my palm and I pushed my fist into my hungry pussy. I absorbed myself into the sensation with a loud moan. I paused to enjoy the feeling as the walls of my vagina stretched. I started to move my hand slowly with short thrusts giving time for my body to adjust before I switched to longer thrusts. I started to twist my fist slightly in my vagina around but the standing position didn't favour this. My wrist couldn't turn enough so I lay down on my back and raised my legs into the air. Now it was more comfortable to reach my pussy and I could really start to fuck myself hard. I made a ball from my fist, slammed it deep inside, feeling the full depth of my vagina and causing an intense pleasurable stretching sensation. After each deep thrust I turned my wrist rotating my fist inside me to slightly increase the painfully wonderful stretching then pulled it out to punch it in again. The sensation was overwhelming. My pussy rewarded me with even more copious lubrication. My loose hole around my fist felt so wonderful that I fell into a spiral of infinite pleasure and kept fucking myself until my overstimulated body decided to disconnect my perverted mind for some long seconds.

    I lay on my side motionless with my fist inside me until I slowly regained full consciousness. I blinked a few times to focus on reality. I removed my fist to lick it clean. The taste aroused me again.

    I ended up in the bathtub since the main reason that I visited the bathroom was to have a bath. I slipped down with my legs on the edges and my exposed pussy under the strong water stream. I grabbed the tips of my huge lips and spread them widely. They were slippery because of my juices and they escaped a few times before I got a proper hold on them. I studied the large extended pink flaps and I made a mental note that I should utilize my piercings for these occasions. I had not worn my rings permanently since Tamara left me. Feeling my labia stretch was a major turn on for me. I started to rock my body back and forth in order to direct the water steam from my clit to my gaping hole. I tried to open it up as much as possible and let the hot water inside me. It caused a funny feeling as the water stream entered my gaping hole. I adjusted the temperature to very hot causing considerable pain to my tender parts. I moaned in my painful pleasure for long minutes before I switched to the coldest temperature. My tortured pussy tingled all around as my overheated skin cooled down.

    On duty

    I lived alone again for a while and being a student while providing for myself was a daily challenge after Irisz, my girlfriend, moved out to finish her studies with her practise year on the other side of the country. We liked each other a lot and separation was hard for both of us. Irisz also suffered for a few weeks due to her lactating tits. It didn't help much in her state that whenever we met, my activities induced lactation again. It subsided to my great regret eventually. I always liked soft slightly saggy tits and after our time together she possessed the best ever tits, at least for my taste.

    My roomers split up some months ago and no longer required the room for their private meetings. I didn't try to find a subtenant since we shared the costs of the flat previously with Irisz. From my scholarship money plus the meager salary for working in the night shift as a nurse I could pay the mortgage and afford a frugal lifestyle.

    I did my best to attend all the classes but in some cases I just couldn't get up in time or stay awake after multiple eventful duty shifts in the hospital. I don't need to sleep more than 5-6 hours per day, but when I cannot even have a good nap for days my reserves run low.

    Weekends paid more and nights even more. Normally it wasn't allowed to work straight 48 hours, but somehow nobody cared to check if it was not the very same station. Not only the nurses but doctors did it as well. It is of course another question how reliable our skills were after long sleepless periods.

    In one of the VIP rooms we had a patient with serious hand injuries. She was some rich uncivil woman who called in every 20 minutes.

    I want to take a shower, she announced when I entered her room. Come and help me! She raised her bandaged hands to indicate that her claim was well founded.

    I don't have time for that right now, but…

    Young lady, I paid a lot to have at least minimal comfort here and you are obliged to serve me! She interrupted me rudely.

    I don't care how much you paid! At the moment I have some other tasks, but if you would have let me finish my previous sentence, I would have told you that, I would come back in an hour and clean you. I helped her drink and rearranged her pillow. You could go a long way with a please and a thank you, I added as I closed the door.

    Before I returned to her I finished the ward-rounds with the doctor in attendance. When we got to her, she complained to the doctor.

    This trainee nurse, she indicated me with a frown that displayed disgust and self-importance, refused to help me with my shower and she even lectured me about my manners!

    I didn't know the doctor because we had very few occasions to work together so his calm answer surprised me.

    Petra is one of our most experienced senior nurses. I fully trust her judgement about the priorities and I find that her remark on your manners is well deserved. We left the young woman speechless as we exited her room. Don't worry about her, leave it for the night shift! Suggested the doctor with a smirk on his face.

    I don't think the night shift would be happy. I replied with a giggle. I am also night shift…

    I returned to the young woman after I finished the paperwork and told my counterpart about it. The young woman didn't say anything for a while. I had a wet sponge with me and a towel. I removed her blanket but she raised one of her bandaged hands.

    I meant a proper shower not just smearing with that sponge! Her eyes softened and she looked pleadingly at me I am begging you! I am dying for a shower… I nodded while I was helping her up and out of bed, disconnecting her catheter bag before we walked to the bathroom. I wondered why she had a catheter as she was more than capable of walking to the bathroom. Her backside was naked in the hospital gown so I could study her firm ass and long legs.

    I have to apologize, she said looking back at me. I am an arrogant bitch.

    I see that, I replied with a smile. Don't worry about it, I can handle that.

    I see that! She smiled back and then added with a sigh. I hate this dependency! She stood still scrutinizing me. Was he serious about you being an experienced nurse? I am really sorry I thought you were just a trainee because you look so very young. Honestly! I didn't want to insult you... She stepped into the bathroom and turned around. How should we do this? I am dying for a real shower…

    Well, I started with a sigh. First I will remove your catheter. I squatted down in front of her and gently pulled out the catheter. Her pussy was covered with sparse stubble. Why did they put this in you?

    I asked for it. She replied and seeing my surprise she added with a shrug. I hate to see myself with all this hair!

    Hands up! I barked out trying to make fun of the situation but as she startled from my shout I added in a calmer tone: If you raise your hands I can clean you.

    She did as I instructed. I carefully showered her around then I put a generous amount of shower gel into my hands and slowly rubbed it on her firm body. She had nice breasts and perhaps I spent

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