Sarah Bennet pushed the door closed, opened the closet and removed a towel, a washcloth, soap and a large stainless steel basin. She slowly filled the basin with hot water.
It was a two bed room, but one bed was vacant. She went to the bed by the window where a big man lay. Both of his legs were encased from toe to hip in plaster.
"Hi," Sarah said. "How are you this morning?"
"A hell of a lot better since you got here," he said raising onto his elbows.
Sarah grinned, wrinkled her nose at him. "I get to give you your bath this morning. Jane's husband is sick and she had to stay home and take care of him." Jane was the nurse's aid who gave most of the baths.
"That skinny little broad had a husband? Jesus, it sure don't take much to satisfy some guys."
"Mr. Garfunkel, that wasn't nice," Sarah said.
"Call me Big Ed, everybody does."
"Okay. And I'm Sarah"
"You're new, aintcha? You're a real dolly, Sarah."
"New to this ward. It's my second day in orthopedics. I like it. Can you lift up?"
He lifted up and she slid a rubber sheet under him to keep the bed from getting wet. She wrung out the washcloth and washed his face. He wasn't good looking, but he had a strong, male face.
"Not too hot?"
"Naw, feels great."
She cleaned his neck and ears, dropped the cloth into the pan, and untied his gown. Sarah felt a tiny thrill as she whipped the gown off and dropped it to the floor.
"Hey!" Big Ed cried. He'd gotten used to skinny little Jane seeing him naked-and even a couple of other aids and a nurse or two. But it was a little different with Sarah, she was too young and too pretty.
"Don't be shy, Ed, I'm a nurse. You haven't got anything I haven't seen before." But a quick glance at his cock told her she might be lying. His prick was completely flaccid, but huge, bigger than Barry's when he was hard!
"I ain't shy, Sarah. Ya just took me by surprise," he said.
Sarah soaped the cloth and started washing his chest. He had a beautiful chest, heavily muscled and completely hairless. The breath seemed to clog in her throat and she hoped her hand didn't tremble. It was agony not to look down at his hairy crotch, at his monstrous cock, the likes of which she had never seen before.
Big Ed was a construction worker, about forty, and hard as nails. He'd fallen from a scaffold three stories up, landed on his feet, and broken both ankles. The doctors had said it was a miracle that he hadn't jammed either his knees or his hips.
She washed his dark nipples and watched them harden. She lifted his arm and washed it and a sharp tingle went through her cunt.
"Does that feel good?" she said.
"Yeah. You do it better than them. other broads."
She finished his chest and arms. "Lean forward," she said. She washed his back and pushed him hack against the pillows. She washed his sides and belly and then looked at his huge cock again. A thrill raced up her spine. His casted legs were spread apart in a vee and his big prick hung loose, one nut showing.
She wrung out the cloth, soaked it, filled it with soap and darted between his legs, gently washing his cock and balls.
Big Ed sucked in and stiffened. None of the aids, or even a nurse, had done it that way. The hot soapy water felt so good1 her hand so. . . God, so erotic!
"Just relax, Ed. We have to get you nice and clean," she said as she continued to wash the length of his cock. "Does that feel nice?"
"Oh, Jesus, lady! That feels heavenly," he gasped.
She felt his cock respond, thickening inside the cloth. Sarah dropped the cloth back in the pan and quickly grasped his erect cock. She held it firmly for several moments, then started to slowly stroke her hand up and down its length.
"My goodness, Big Ed, you're getting bigger," she said.
"Oh, goddamn, nurse Sarah! That feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop."
"I won't, Ed. I'm going to do it for a long time," Sarah panted, her cunt tingling wildly. "You're so big!" She was amazed, his prick completely filled her hand!
He reached his big hand out and cupped her ass.
"Don't," she cried and brushed his hand away.
He drew it back quickly.
With the fingers of both hands, Sarah slowly peeled his thick foreskin down until his cockhead stood bare. She rolled the skin back up and then down again. "Does that feel good?" she asked. He grunted. "How long has it been, Ed?"
"I fucked Mabel before I went to work the morning I fell. I ain't so much as had it up since," he gasped.
Sarah gave a little cry. Ed was so crude, so vulgar, so unlike Barry. Barry had never said that word to her. Her heart was pounding with excitement. She had done this before-jerked off the male patients whenever she thought she could get away with it. In fact, it was by far the most exciting part of her job.
"Is Mabel your wife?" she said, steadily pumping his cock.
"Yeah.. She ain't purty like you and she's gettin' kind of fat, but she's a lot of woman and likes her cock."
"I like cock, too, "Sarah whispered. "How long have you been here?"
"Four weeks yesterday."
"Doesn't she come and visit you?"
"Yeah, every night. We talk for a while, then she reads a book and I stare at the ceiling until visiting hours are over. I tried to get her to crawl up on the bed with me a couple of times, but she wouldn't."
He moved his hips along with her hand as he spoke, enjoying the talk because it prolonged his coming.
"I can see why she wouldn't want to get in bed with you. She's probably afraid of hurting. you. But she could at least pull the curtain and masturbate you."
"Hell, Mabel never would jack me off! Nobody else ever did, either, besides myself, until now."
"Really? She won't do this?" Sarah said, sliding her hand up and down his cock. She squeezed the naked cock knob, then cupped his nuts in her other hand, thrilled by the way the. bag had drawn up tight, pulling his balls snug.
"Really, Sarah," he gasped. "Aw shit, that feels good!"
"Well, I will, I'll jack you off. After four weeks you need it. I'm gonna make you come good." She felt the warm goo from his cock making her hand slippery. He was leaking a lot. "Your cock is so big. I wish I. . . "She didn't finish.
"Aw, fuck, that is great! Ain't gonna last too much longer," Big Ed gasped.
Sarah stopped. "Let it cool off for a minute. I don't want you to come quite yet." Sarah felt like she might come, too, if she could prolong his hard-on. Sometimes she could come by just imagining a man's cock inside her.
She looked into his eyes and saw they were glazed with lust. He smiled weakly. "Goddamn, Sarah, bring me off! Gotta come," he sighed. She held his cock in a vise-like grip, squeezing off any chance he had of coming before she wanted him to.
She saw his tits, two dark spots on his flat chest with nipples like B-Bs and dropped her lips to the nearest one. Sarah had never sucked a man's tit before and the thrill was instant. She sucked hard and the little nipple pressed against her lips as she started pumping his prick again. Her cunt was throbbing excitedly and she was sure she would come.
Big Ed was groaning loudly, lifting with his hips, his own come drawing near.
"Pull on it, you little bitch," he snorted. "Pull on it and make it spout!"
She felt his hand on the back of her head softly caressing her hair. She didn't want him to touch her, that would be unfaithful to Barry, but she couldn't stop him, either. His hand felt good, exciting, reassuring. She moved quickly to his other nipple and felt the sweet, sharp pain of an intense orgasm grab at her pussy. She knew she was moaning, but she couldn't help herself. And then she knew Big Ed was coming, too. She turned her head and lay her cheek on his broad chest to watch. It was always an extra thrill to see a man's cock jerk and spit its nasty stuff.
Ed's cock was rigid in her hand as a four week's supply of jizz squirted high in the air. His come went straight up and came straight down, spreading slickly over her churning hand. She kept pumping and another squirt of jizz went into the air. After that, the stuff just bubbled out in wads.
Her own orgasm was slowly subsiding, filling her legs and belly with a wonderful warmth. She felt his stiff nipple against her cheek and realized for the first time that her own nipples were pressing hard against her bra. It was a good feeling, almost like coming all over again.
They stayed like that for several minutes, Sarah with her face on his chest, his messy cock gripped in her hand, and Big Ed stretched out, his arms loose, breathing hard.
"That was the nicest thing a nurse ever done for me," he finally said.
Sarah straightened up. "Did you really like it?" she asked.
"I loved it. I don't think I ever came so hard."
"Then I'm glad I did it. I shouldn't, you know. I'd get fired if I got caught."
Sarah washed him off again and gave him a clean gown. She let him slip it on and then tied the strings behind his neck. She felt wet between her legs, but it didn't matter because she felt so good everywhere else.
"Will you come and do that again?" he asked.
"If I can," she whispered and kissed him on the lips, softly at first, and then with hard urgency. It was the first time she had kissed a patient after beating him off. "You had me turned on, Big Ed." After she had emptied and washed the basin and disposed of the dirty linen, she stepped into the hall.
Starting down the hall, she saw several white-clad women congregated at the nurses' station. The excitement of what she had done was still warm in her belly and she wondered if any of the other nurses ever did it. She was sure they didn't. She was a wicked girl, but she loved it so.
Ruth Van Arsdale, the hospital sexpot, was leaning over the counter, the cheeks of her scantily clad ass plainly in view. Her uniforms were all too small and much too short. Ruth was giggling.
"That dirty old man in 200 put his hand under my skirt," she was saying.
"It's so short he probably couldn't help it," Elaine Emerson said.
Ruth giggled and glanced at Sarah... "Hi, Sarah," she said. "I let him get a good feel of my ass before I jumped back and slapped his hand. Why he must be sixty!"
"I wish that big construction worker in 216 would put his hand under my skirt," Mimi Hopgood said. She glanced at Sarah. "Look at Sarah blush!"
"She's young yet, she'll learn," Ruth said knowingly.
"Cool it, girls, here comes Old Iron Pants,' Elaine said.
"Okay, girls, it's not class reunion week. You can't take care of patients standing here," Marsha Vickers, the head nurse said.
Marsha Vickers was thirty-seven, stern as hell but not unattractive if one took the time to notice. She was a little stout, but still fairly well-built.
The girls scattered. Ruth and Sarah headed toward the orthopedic ward, Elaine and Mimi went in the opposite direction.
The second floor was noted for being the wildest floor, thanks mainly to Ruth Van Arsdale. Ruth was a yummy, super-voluptuous blonde. She had a baby face with huge, blue eyes. Only her lush body denied her the look of complete innocence. Her body was round in every spot that a girl's body was supposed to be round - especially her big, soft tits. Her nipples seemed to always be erect against her skin tight uniform. Marsha Vickers often told her husband that Ruth was too sexy for her own good, especially the way she consistently tried to put too much of herself into too little uniform. Marsha did not approve, but the hospital didn't bother with a dress code where Ruth was concerned.
Ruth's family was well off. Her mother had never understood why Ruth had gone into nurse's training, let alone why she had finished. Ruth had run off when she was young and gotten married, but her mother had quickly got it annulled. Ruth had just celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday.
"You're gonna love the orthopedic ward, Sarah," Ruth giggled, rolling her hips as she walked. "It's not like the others, the guys aren't sick. Once they get over the worst of the pain and get used to their casts and stuff, they act like men again. You know: leering, suggesting, grabbing."
"That old fart in 200 got a couple of fingers inside my pants before I could stop him. I think I'll stop by and see how he's feeling." She nudged Sarah in the ribs. "Get it? How he's feeling!" She chuckled as she turned into room 200.
At the other end of the hall, Elaine Emerson brushed a tiny wrinkle from her otherwise perfect uniform. She was twenty-seven, pushing twenty-eight and as near perfection as one could get. She carried the nickname of Elaine the Elegant. She too was a blonde, and she added silver frosting to the tips of her long hair. She was tall, beautifully built with high, pointed tits and gorgeous deep green eyes. Her husband was a prominent CPA and she was a bit haughty, if not downright conceited.
Her companion, Mimi Hopgood, was thirtyish, short, and fat. Her hair was a mousy brown, but she was kind of pretty and had a deep dimple in each cheek. Her legs were fat and she had big, fat tits that bounced when she walked. She enjoyed a little horseplay where her tits were concerned and let a patient have a feel every now and then.
Sarah was really prettier than any of them. But she was so young and innocent.
CHAPTER TWO
Barry was waiting for her. Sarah got into the car, rolled the window all the way down and slumped in the seat. It would feel good to have the wind blow her hair. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
"I sure wish you would give those damn things up, honey," Barry said as he started the engine.
"Mr. Wallace, please, no sermons today," Sarah groaned.
"Well, pardon me, I-"
Sarah reached out arid touched his hand. "I'm sorry, Barry. It's been a rough day. Just let me lean back and relax for a few minutes."
"Okay, hon, forgiven. But I still don't see how you can keep from smoking at home, when you smoke as much as you do."
Sarah took a deep drag, held it, then let it out slowly. Jesus Christ, will you shut up? she thought, and closed her eyes.
Sarah still lived at home with her parents and it wasn't easy. They nagged her about this and they nagged about that. And where smoking and drinking and sex were concerned-it was Sodom and Gomorrah revisited. They constantly bitched about the smell of smoke on her clothing, blaming it on the horrible sinners she had to mingle with. It always made her laugh silently a little and want a cigarette so bad she could fart!
Sarah knew she wasn't the kind of girl they thought she was. It bothered her conscience, but she was slowly getting over it. She had to be her own kind of person, not theirs. Life was to be lived and enjoyed. It wasn't meant to be a period of time in which you could see how much you could deny yourself. Of course, it couldn't be all self gratification, either. There had to be self restraint and Sarah practiced that, too.
She was an only child and hadn't been around other kids too much when she was little, especially boys. She had matured early, being around grown-ups most of the time. Her spiritual needs had been well-filled, but her human needs had been left sadly lacking.
Sarah's first knowledge of boys came long after she should have known that boys and girls are different. She and several other girls were hiking when they came upon a group of boys swimming nude in a pond. The girls hid and watched the boys frolic in the water. When the boys got out of the water, Sarah's eyes had been riveted to the funny way their cocks hung down their legs. She didn't know boys had anything like that-she had always thought they were like girls, except bigger and stronger and meaner. The girls had a close vantage point and watched as the boys settled down in the grass to dry off. Then the boys had started playing with themselves.
Sarah's whole being went through a terrible upheaval as she watched the boys' pricks growing in their hands. She watched the boys masturbate with abandon and saw their cocks grow rigid and squirt milky stuff all over the place. Then the boys got up and held their pricks. Some of them pissed, other just milked out that other funny goo.
The girls had started giggling and the boys heard them. Sarah and her friends jumped up and ran with the boys in hot pursuit. They shouted what they were going to do to the girls when they caught them, but they didn't try very hard and nobody got caught. But Sarah's body burned. She wanted them to catch her and do to her whatever it was they wanted to do. She was sorry that they didn't.
Sarah's sexual education began there. She had yearned for something-she knew not what-and became something of an oddity. She was by far the best4ooking and best-built girl in school but also the most untouchable. Don't take her out, the boys all said. She's some kind of religious nut and won't hardly even kiss.
She had gotten through high school pure and ignorant and then gone into nurses' training at her mother's instigation. "Your duty to repay God is to be a nurse, an angel of mercy,?' her mother said. Little did her mother know what an angel of mercy or how much pleasure and relief little Sarah would bring to certain ailing male patients.
Sarah's training included emptying bed pans, bathing patients, changing gowns and bedding and, for the second time in her life, she was seeing male cocks. The memory of the nude boys by the pond burned in her mind. Her body tingled and itched and ached and it was just a matter of time before it happened.
The first time she had been alone in a room with a young boy giving him a bath when he got a hard-on. When he boyishly asked her to play with him she impulsively grabbed his cock and jerked him off until his come spilled down over her hand;. It was the most thrilling experience of her life.
She swore it would never happen again, but it did again and again. It even got to the point where she would rush to the toilet afterward and play with herself. She had her first orgasm sitting on a cold toilet seat thinking about the man she had just jerked off.
But her guilt had flourished and made her a prime target when she met Barry Wallace. He was a pre-law student, steady, reliable, and her parents liked him. He was just the kind of dedicated young man that Sarah needed and he was religious, too.
They fell in love and as their necking grew heavier, so did their need for each other. They never really petted, even though Sarah really wanted to play with his cock. She knew a shrink would have said she was obsessed with penis envy or had a deep seated penis fixation or some such bullshit. But hell, Sarah just liked the feel of a cock in her hand-the way it was so soft and pulpy at first with the bag hanging loose. And then the way the prick grew and the bag tightened, the man's groans, his squirting cock, and, best of all, the exquisite feeling it gave her. She got so she could come herself, sometimes, while she brought a guy off. Those were the best times. She liked the idea of making a man feel so good.
It was only natural that it would finally happen. One afternoon they went to Barry's apartment, stripped, and fucked. There was practically no foreplay, they just lay down, he forced his cock in, and moved in and out. Sarah closed her eyes and imagined he was one of the boys at the pond years ago and had a violent orgasm. It frightened Barry so much that he didn't even come.
Sarah had wanted to get married, but Barry had a lot of school still ahead of him and pointed out the wisdom of waiting. Sarah's parents, of course, concurred. With his heavy study load he didn't have enough time for Sarah and she often felt neglected. Their sex life fell into a schedule-Barry was a nut for schedules-and they fucked once a week, always on Wednesdays. Today was Wednesday.
Sarah let the smoke slide easily from her lips and watched Barry through squinted eyes. She was burning up inside, her belly churned, her thighs tingled and her cunt throbbed with excitement. She wanted to fuck so bad she could all but taste it.
Barry parked the car and Sarah looked at her watch. It was almost four o'clock.
"I can't stay late. Gotta be home by five thirty. Mom gets mad as hell when I'm late," she said.
Barry frowned and she knew it was because she used the word hell. She threw her cigarette butt out the window. It was her third since leaving the hospital.
"Come on, let's go in," she said.
"What's the rush? We have lots of time," Barry said.
They had an hour. It took thirty minutes to drive her home, and Sarah didn't think an hour was lots of time She wanted to spend an hour loving and kissing and feeling before they fucked. They never had, but she wanted to.
In the apartment, Barry proceeded to pull all the drapes and turn out all the lights. Sarah wondered why he always got the room as dark as he could. Didn't he want to look at her body? She certainly wanted to look at his.
They undressed in the near darkness and got on the bed. She reached for him the minute his weight settled beside her. Their lips went together and clung tight. He was such a good kisser, so eager to sit and neck, but she wanted more, she wanted the hot erotic things she had always heard about. Ruth had told her about a guy who went down on her and the thought was an instant turn-on for Sarah.
She wanted to kiss and suck his nipples and wanted him to return the favor. He had never done more than feel her tits lightly. She wanted him to kiss her tits and nip them and suck at the nipples. Her tits felt hot and hard against his chest now.
And she had even imagined' kissing him 1ower, yes, even kissing his cock.
She felt his cock hard against her leg. His prick was hot and it throbbed gently. "Oh, Barry; Barry darling . . . yes, yes . . . " she whispered.
She felt his smooth body come up over her, his weight pressing down. It was an exquisite feeling and she was breathing hard. Her legs came open and allowed his hips to slip down between them. She slid her hand down their bodies and found his cock.
"No, I'll do it," he said, pushing her hand away. "Oh, Barry, get it in, do it, do it!" she moaned. It puzzled Barry that she was so eager and seemed to get more so all the time. It didn't make sense. Afterall, sex was mostly for his gratification anyway, wasn't it? It was just an urge that crept up on him occasionally and needed to be filled. It was easily channeled into a time and a place, and that time and place were here, his apartment, and now, Wednesday afternoon. Sex once a week was ample, often more than ample. He didn't understand why Sarah sometimes hinted at doing it at other times. Sometimes after just one good kiss she seemed to want to have sex. It worried Barry a little, but not right then-he was in need, too.
He pressed the tip of his cock against her ruby cunt lips and it went in. Sarah moaned and lifted with her hips. See. . . see how she is, he thought, and pushed his prick on in.
Sarah could feel the spit almost gurgling in her mouth. The feel of his cock sliding into her pussy was so good she wanted to scream, to cry out. She wanted to urge him to-yes, to fuck her, fuck her hard! But she didn't dare.
"Barry, all of it, get it all in," she moaned.
She rocked under him gently, her starving cunt feasting on his prick. He felt so good on top of her with his cock buried so snug in her pussy. Then she thought of the size of the prick she had held in her hand that very morning. Barry's was quite puny by comparison. In fact, it wasn't very large compared to most of the cocks she had seen. Then she was glad it was dark because her face reddened with shame.
She tried to hold him close and caress him while they fucked, but he seemed to hold her off. He lifted up and then plunged his cock in and out. Fortunately, his low sex drive kept him from releasing quickly and he could fuck her for quite a while. But she knew he would jerk his cock out at the very best moment and grab the wad of tissue he kept on the bed beside them. He didn't want her on the pill and he certainly didn't want her pregnant, so he always came in a bunch of tissues.
She had her eyes closed and the feeling was really getting good. She wiggled as much as she dared and suppressed her squealing, but still felt the blessed orgasm take over her senses. God, how she wanted to go wild and scream and jerk and clamp her legs around him so he would have to come inside her. She wanted to feel his come in her and on her. Maybe he would miss the tissue and come on her legs!
She relaxed, her eyes closed, and felt like she was floating in a pool of warm water with the tiny waves lapping between her legs. It was like bathing in a pool of orgasm with the soft excitement washing fresh each time he pushed his cock in and brought it back out. She hoped he would last a l6ng, long time this afternoon. She needed it. Fuck the time, fuck her mother, she thought.
Barry was pumping hard and he was sweating. She liked the smell of his sweat. He gave a sharp grunt and she knew the fuck was over. "No!" she whispered, as she felt his wonderful prick jerk free. She felt deserted, empty, forlorn, forsaken. A couple of jerks into the tissue and Barry was finished. He fell back on his haunches, panting, a clump of tissues pressed against the head of his cock.
"We better hurry, Sarah, we took quite a while," he said and got off the bed.
Sarah got up slowly and reached for her panties. She felt good all over, warm, exhilarated, but not satisfied. She felt like she could have gone on for another hour.
She dressed slowly, deliberately dawdling in the bathroom.
"Come on, Sarah, or you'll be late," he said.
"I don't care," she said.
"Well, I do!" Barry snapped.
"I can't find my shoe."
"Oh, Christ!"
"What did you say, Barry? Shame on you!" she mocked.
Barry shrugged, let the air out of his lungs, but didn't answer. Sarah had a hard time suppressing a giggle. He got on his knees and looked under the bed.
"Hell, we need some light," he snorted.
"Barry, for shame!" Sarah cried.
Barry pulled the drapes open, turned and glared at her. "Now stop that. You're mocking me!" His face was red. It surprised Sarah because he didn't usually get that angry.
Her shoe sat beside the chair, less than a foot from where she stood. "Oh, there it is," she cried with mock surprise, biting her lip to keep from laughing aloud.
They drove home in complete silence. Barry never seemed to want to talk much after they fucked. When they pulled up in front of the house he looked at her and smiled.
"I'll see you Friday," he said.
"Okay," she answered and bent over and kissed his cheek.. Before she closed the door, she leaned back in. "Oh, next week I'm on nights-we can have all Wednesday afternoon."
"Don't you remember, Sarah? Next week is finals week-we can't see each other at all. I'm going to hole up and study the whole week."
Sarah felt like a balloon that had just taken a pin in the side.
"Oh," she said softly. "I'll see you Friday." She felt like she was going to prison as she walked toward the house. It would be another dull evening of reading, or such, and early to bed.
"Shit!" she said. "I'd rather fuck!"
CHAPTER THREE
Sarah and Ruth became friends quickly. Sarah always enjoyed her shift when it was with Ruth. Ruth was so honest, so openly sexy. She was just the way Sarah wanted to be. She liked Elaine, too, but Elaine was a little harder to get to know, a little stuck-up. And Elaine was married.
Ruth told Sarah she should move away from home and get away from the old folks. "God-damn, honey, how can you stand it?" she asked.
Ruth came up with the idea of them sharing an apartment. Ruth was five years older than Sarah but felt she needed her expert guidance when it came to men. Ruth had met Barry and rolled her eyes skyward at the thought of him. Besides, she was tired of living alone. Two sexy, swinging chicks could really make out, and together they could afford a nice place.
Sarah was thrilled with the idea, but she knew she would have a real fight with her parents, especially if they saw Ruth. She mentioned it to Barry and he was appalled. He didn't like Ruth, he thought she was too fast. And why pay for an apartment when she could live at home for nothing? Sarah didn't mention it to him again, but she knew she was going to do it somehow-and in the near future. Then she could do whatever she wanted every night-smoke at home, even drink, if she wanted to.
Sarah was thinking of all the joys of having her own place when the little light blinked on. She pressed the button. "Yes?" she said.
"Will someone come down and empty this damn pee bottle? It's running over."
"I'll get it," she said and released the button. "It's Wilkins in 214. He needs help, as usual."
She left the station and went briskly down the hall. Wilkins was in bad shape, both legs and both arms in casts. He was a middle-aged man and he was always cranky. He'd been in the hospital long enough so that the worst pain was over. But he still always found something to bitch about: the food stinks; the service stinks, bring me this, bring me that, help me pee, scratch my back. It was always something. Sarah simply managed to avoid him most of the time.
"About time you got here," he snorted when she entered his room.
Sarah smiled and took the bottle into the toilet, emptied it, and rinsed it out.
"Do you need to go?" she asked.
"Hell yes, I need to go! Why do you think I was shoutin' for you?"
"Do you need any help?"
Wilkins flushed. He could manage alone if he had to, but it was a hell of a chore. "Well, it's easier with help," he said. "You nurses run in and run right back out, leaving a man helpless. What do ya do all day, loaf around the halls? Probably got a card game going or play footsie with the interns."
"No, I was eating chocolates and reading a magazine," she snorted and flipped up his gown. "It was a sex magazine and I was playing with myself. I was about to come and it sure made me mad when you buzzed."
Wilkins flushed. "I . . . I . . . "he stammered. Sarah suppressed a grin. She had heard Ruth use that exact line the other day. She would never have had the nerve to say it herself except Wilkins made her so mad with his shitty attitude. She was glad now that she had. It sure had cooled him off in a hurry.
She took his shriveled prick in her hand and guided it to the mouth of the bottle.
"Haven't seen much of you around here," he said, his tone of voice completely changed.
"Of course not," she snapped. "You're so goddamned cranky I avoid you. Now pee." She shook his cock in the bottle.
Wilkins started to say something, stopped, and started peeing. He looked beat.
She let him finish, then wiped him with a tissue and took the bottle into the toilet and emptied it again. She returned, but instead of covering him, took hold of his cock again.
''You're kind of cute when you're not mad she said. She felt pretty frisky.
"So are you, even when you're mad," Wilkins said weakly. A nurse had never touched him like that before.
Sarah went to the door and pushed it shut. She returned to the bed and put her hand on his cock again. "You won't be able to do this for a while," she said, and started to stroke his cock.
Wilkins sputtered and stared at her in disbelief. "Just relax, Mr. Wilkins. I'll make you feel good."
She held his balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. It took a few moments for him to get over his shock and respond, but at last his prick started swelling fat and hard. Sarah felt her excitement grow along with the prick in her hand. Yes, she had a penis fixation, all right. And she had no intention of losing it. She stared at the cock-head bulging from her fist as it swelled like a fat, ripe, little plum.
"Oh, God," Wilkins moaned, "this is the best thing that ever happened to me."
"It'll get better, too. Just lay there and enjoy it," Sarah said.
Sarah's pussy tingled, the nerves dancing with excitement. She was hoping it would be good enough to make her come-she really needed to come. The last time she had jerked off a patient was with the big construction worker. And her last come had been with Barry two days earlier.
She felt the heat growing in her loins and impulsively reached up and started to unbutton her uniform. She got it open to her waist and, letting go of his cock, pulled down her bra until she had one fat, luscious tit free. The nipple stood out dark and firm. She stepped closer to his head, bent at the waist, and, cupping the tit in her hand, pressed it to his mouth.
"Suck me," she hissed, her hand reaching back down to grasp his prick.
Wilkins sucked hard. Sarah moaned softly, her hand moving steadily up and down on his prick. She would come, yeah, she would come, probably harder than old Wilkins who was all but biting her nipple. She wished her tit was full of milk so she could nurse him like a little baby.
Wilkins wasn't going to have any trouble coming, either. He could feel his nuts tightening and it was a marvelous feeling, and one long overdue. Wilkins was a bachelor and for many years had only gotten off by his own hand or with a prostitute. But this was better than both put together! He gave a sharp groan and his come poured out like warm syrup. It shot out of the hole, down over his cockhead and over Sarah's hand.
Sarah felt the warm come wetting her hand as Wilkins tugged hard on her nipple with his lips and teeth. Then she started coming. It wasn't the floating come like she had with Barry, but rather a sharp, hurting come that made her clit throb like a prick. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Goddamn, it was so good! Her legs felt weak, almost numb, as another sharp burst echoed into the canyon of her cunt. Shit fire! If she only had a stiff cock in her! Once a week was just not enough.
She stood squeezing his cock while she regained her composure and finally looked down and saw the mess on her hand. It was in his hair, too, and had soaked the tail of his gown.
"It looks like you need a fresh gown," she said. "Right now, I don't need anything," Wilkins sighed. "God, lady, I wish I could fuck you."
"I wish you could, too... fuck me," she said. Sarah found she enjoyed saying it, especially since she was in no danger of his actually fucking her. She realized, though, that a couple of minutes earlier she would have let him, had he been able. She felt terribly wicked and found that she liked that, too.
She cleaned him up and instructed him to act as if it never happened. If she was found out she would be fired and could never jerk him off again.
Later, everyone on the ward commented on how human old Wilkins had become. He was almost pleasant, almost.
The following week, Sarah started working nights. It was different and seemed much longer. Unlike days, there was little activity. It was semi-dark, quiet, and almost everyone was asleep, including some of the nurses. Ruth hadn't drawn the same shift and that made it more boring. She was with an old gal who ate candy all the time and was incredibly lazy. What work there was, she gladly let Sarah do.
All. day on Wednesday, Sarah fussed about; nervous and tense. She was missing her weekly fuck and felt sorely deprived. She went to work irritable and cranky and by midnight was totally bored. Lazy Edna was sound asleep at the nurse's station, all the aids had disappeared, and the quiet was deafening.
Sarah walked down the dim hall and peeked into the rooms to make sure all was well. Then she heard Mr. Olsen in 220 groaning. She went into the dark room and saw him twisting and turning on the bed, moans and groans pouring from his lips. She went up to the bed and saw he was sound asleep. He had broken his arm, a clean break, no problem, but it was his first night with the cast and he was probably in pain.
Sarah put her hand on his forehead. His eyes popped open.
"Oh, God!" he gasped and stared at her for a moment. Then, realizing where he was, he calmed. "God, nurse, I was having the most horrible night-mare. I'm so glad you came in."
"That's why I'm here," Sarah said. "Do you hurt?"
"No. I'm fine now. The arm even feels fine. I'll go home in the morning."
"You were lucky. It was a clean break and you'll be back to normal in a few weeks." She continued to stroke his forehead. He was wet with sweat. "You're soaking wet. I'll get you a fresh gown."
"Stay here for a minute; first. Your hand feel so reassuring. Jesus, it's amazing how realistic and frightening a dream can be."
She smoothed back his hair and caressed his cheeks. "Were you dreaming about your fall?"
"No, it was just one of those scary, disjointed things. Probably from all the stuff they gave me. He put his good hand over hers and ran his finger tips up her arm.
"Don't, Mr. Olsen," she said
'You're so beautiful. I noticed you even when I was hurting so much earlier this evening. I don't hurt now. You made the pain go away."
Sarah's whole body tingled. Chris Olsen was a good looking young man, about twenty-six, robust and muscular. And he was intact, except for the cast on his left arm. He continued to smooth his fingers up and down her arm and her mouth was dry, her heart pounded.
"I'd better get you a fresh gown," she said a little too loudly and pulled away.
She got the gown and laid it on the foot of the bed.
"Here, let's get this wet thing off," she said. She had him raise up and undid the ties, then stripped the gown off. She looked at his smooth, hard body as it glistened in the dim glow from the night light. She glanced downward and saw his thick clump of pubic hair and his thick cock poking out, limp across one thigh.
She had brought a small towel, too, and to wipe his broad chest. "Better dry you off a little first," she said. She dried his chest and stomach and then left the towel half covering his groin while she moved her hands sensuously back up his stomach and over his chest.
"You're so strong," she said softly.
"I keep in shape," he replied, his hand on her arm again.
She continued to massage his chest, not really realizing when he started feeling her tits. She knew she should stop him, but it felt too good. It was just exactly what she always wanted Barry to do, to squeeze her tits and bunch them through her dress. It made her nipples rub against her bra and start to tingle.
"Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed softly and bent forward until their lips met.
They kissed several times, each time with more intensity. "Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed again.
"Get on the bed with me," he said.
"Oh, dear, I can't . . . I really shouldn't," she protested, yet found herself moving up beside him.
She stretched herself out on the bed, her arm around his neck, her other hand on his belly. They kissed again and then she felt his hand inside her uniform. His fingers felt so cool and nice on her skin. She brought her hand up from his belly and opened her uniform all the way down the front.
She felt his hand at her side and then on her back. She hunched a little. "Can you reach the clasp?" she whispered.
He reached the clasp and her bra came loose. His hand came back to her free tits and felt and squeezed them.
"Squeeze my nipples," she said, her hand back on his belly, her fingers nuzzling at the top of his pubic hair.
They lay like this for a long time, her hand inches from his cock, his hand at her tits, their mouths searching, kissing, nibbling. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she tensed, it was her first French kiss but she quickly relaxed and drew his tongue in.
Sarah felt an intense thrill when his hand left her tits and moved down her belly. His fingers played at her belly button for a moment, then slid inside her panties. Her own hand slid down and gripped his prick.
"Oh. . . you're so hard!" she cried.
"Hell yes, I'm hard! Didn't you expect it?"
"Yes, I expected it," she said and started to stroke his cock.
His fingers were now at her pussy, sliding the length of her cunt cleft, pressing her clit and probing at her cunt hole. She was wet and growing wetter. She had never done anything like this before not even with Barry. But it was the way she had always wanted to make love with Barry and let herself go, feeling the excitement grow and tingle.
His cock was completely hard and she wanted it, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything. The thought of being completely unfaithful to Barry, of going all the way with this man, flashed through her mind. She knew it was now or never.
She sat up quickly. "Here, let me get my pants off," she said.
She awkwardly slid her slacks over her hips and pushed them on down until she could get one foot out. One foot free was enough. She was able to open her legs to this man.
She didn't spread her legs, though. Instead, she rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips with her open cunt.
"Just lie still, Olsen. I'll fuck you," she said, surprising even herself.
Sarah found his rigid cock with her hand and squatted over his stiff prick. She played with her cunt with his wet cocktip for a few seconds before nuzzling her tingling pussy. His cock was larger than Barry's, yet slid into her incredibly easy. She gave a little gasp when the fat cock knob spread her cunt lips and pushed inside.
"Oh, goddamn it, Olsen, that feels so good"' she cried and let her hips down, slowly pushing the wonderful prick into her cunt. "I want to feel it all inside me for a bit. Then I'll lay on you and we can fuck and fuck and fuck," she moaned.
"Aw, Christ yes . . ." was all he could say.
She felt his whole prick inside her and grunted with pleasure. It was lots bigger than Barry's and felt much better, too. Of course, she had never had Barry's cock in this position or so deep inside her pussy. It was a new, thrilling, excruciatingly good experience.
She rode on his cock for almost a minute before she fell forward, pressing her tits hard against his firm chest. Their mouths met again as she started moving, lifting with her thighs.
His cock went into her cunt, almost slid out, then eased back in again, the thick shaft sliding hard against her clit. She found a rhythm she particularly liked and lay on him, fucking steadily, the good feeling growing stronger and stronger.
"Don't come too quick," she gasped.
"I can hold out a long time in this position if you want."
"I want," she said.
She went into an intense orgasm, but controlled herself and kept an even, steady pace. It made her come last for a long, long time, and it still felt good, even as it subsided. She continued fucking him and soon realized she could come again if he held out a little longer. She had never thought it possible.
"I can come again if you can last just a little longer," she gasped. She was breathing hard, increasing her speed in her urgency to come again.
"Not too much longer," Olsen said.
"Oh, goddamn, it feels so good!" she cried and sat up, thrusting his cock all the way in.
She bounced wildly, the sweetness of her orgasm encouraging her. She heard him growl as he lunged up with his hips and she knew he was there, too. The sensation of his wet come squirting in her cunt was enough to bring her a third time. It was almost too much and she fell forward again, riding weakly on what was left of his hard-on. She finally stopped moving and lay gasping for air.
"You really come, don't you, lady?" he said, his own breath short and rasping.
"Yes, yes! I love it," she cried.
His prick finally slipped out of her cunt and she could feel his come leaking out. She liked that feeling, too. Barry had been cheating her.
She lay on top of him for a long time, kissing and caressing him. She moved her hand between their sweating bodies and held his shriveled, gooey cock. She was sure now that she could never get too much fucking. She seemed to want his cock just as much as she had when she was in full heat, riding hard for a come.
"My arm hurts a little," Olsen said.
She realized then where she was and what she had done. She had taken no precautions. The door stood wide open, there was a patient in the next bed and the curtain not drawn and she was practically naked on top of a patient.
She quickly moved from the bed. "Oh, dear," she said and rushed into the bathroom. It took several minutes for her to get herself straightened out. At least her uniform had been open and had not gotten too badly wrinkled.
She came back with a pan of warm water and quickly cleaned and gowned Mr. Olsen.
"My arm hurts," he said.
"I'll get you a pain pill," she said.
The hall was still semi-dark and there was no one in sight. Lazy Edna was still asleep, snoring. Sarah sighed with relief and called the pharmacy for a pain pill.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Sarah arrived at work the next evening she was a wiser young woman. She now knew that her Wednesdays with Barry had been kid stuff, almost like children playing house with no idea of what they were really doing. She felt a certain amount of guilt for having cheated on Barry. She still felt some shame for fucking a man she didn't know, but the feelings were less than they had been the night before. She felt a perverse thrill at having been such a wicked girl and it certainly had been enjoyable
She checked on Olsen as soon a she arrived, knowing she would let him fuck her again, but he had already been dismissed. A gnawing disappointment grabbed her stomach, but she knew it was for the best. She had to be more careful in the future and learn to control her new lust. She could have been caught, caught and fired and disgraced. Her mother would have been horrified.
She went to the nurse's station, where Edna was slouched in a chair smoking and reading a magazine, the everpresent box of chocolates at her elbow. Sarah's thoughts turned to men, a subject she really hadn't thought much about before-except when she was jacking one off. A whole new world had seemed to have opened up, a world filled with men, men who wanted to fuck her. She tingled at the thought, a warm, moist feeling spreading between her legs. Sarah realized it was a feeling she enjoyed very much, maybe too much.
The evening went unbearably slowly and it was almost midnight when a young intern named Cliff came up to the nurse's station. Sarah was staring at the ceiling smoking a cigarette and Edna was asleep in her chair.
"Hi, Sarah! Want to go and get a cup of coffee?" Cliff asked.
"We have coffee here," Sarah said.
Cliff looked at the voluptuous young lady. The top two buttons of her uniform were unbuttoned and he could see the swell of her fine tits. She had such a sensuous mouth, her lips almost always seemingly puckered for a kiss. It was such a shame she was a cold ass. Cliff was French and not that good looking, but he was attractive to women and knew it. He'd never made any moves on Sarah and the grapevine had it that she was a prude. But she didn't look like a prude. She was smiling at him in a come and eat me" way and he could see the frilly lace on the top of her bra. He liked sexy underwear on a woman.
"You look bored, Sarah, like maybe you need to go for a walk," he persisted. Something told him that little Sarah was available in spite of advice to the contrary.
"I'm on duty, Cliff," Sarah said;
"Aw, let the fat, old bag handle it. I've noticed she doesn't mind letting you do all the work."
Sarah took a deep drag on her cigarette and snuffed it out in the ash tray. Through the haze of smoke curling from her lips, she gazed at the in-tern. She'd never paid much attention to him, but there was something about him.
"You're right," she said. "I do need to stretch my legs."
She pulled her skirt up to mid-thigh and stuck both legs straight out before getting up. When she got up, she kept her skirt high and stamped her feet. She didn't know why she did it, she never had before, but it made her tingle.
It made Cliff tingle, too. She had gorgeous legs, even in her white nurse's hose.
Sarah went over to Edna and jostled her shoulder. The fat woman's eyes popped open. "Not asleep, just resting my eyes," she cried, then saw it was only Sarah. "Shit, I was having a good dream, Sarah!" she said.
"I'm going down the hail with Cliff for a cup of coffee," Sarah said.
"We got coffee right here," Edna said.
"I need to stretch my legs. I've been sitting too long."
Edna stared at her dumbly, her mouth hanging open like the weight of the world had just been deposited on her fragile shoulders. "Oh, okay," she said sullenly. "But don't stay long."
"Not too long," Sarah said, stepped out of the station and taking Cliff by the hand. "Let's get the hell gone before the fat pig changes her mind."
They walked down the hall, their hips just touching. Sarah felt an electricity that she had never felt before. When they turned the first corner and the light was dim, she didn't resist when he turned to her and tilted her face up to his. She let him kiss her for a moment, then pulled away.
"You're kind of fast," she said.
"I couldn't resist. You really turn me on, Sarah," he said.
"Then do it again," Sarah said.
It surprised her to feel such a thrill from his kiss. Could any man turn her on so quickly just because he was a man? It appeared that way. She closed her eyes and brought her lips to his again.
He kissed her harder this time, and pulled her tightly against his body. She snuggled up to him and let one of her knees slip between his legs. He gasped, his legs clamping against her soft thigh. She felt his prick against her thigh and returned the gasp.
Oh, my God, Sarah thought, his prick, I can feel his prick! She raised her leg a little and felt his cock press against her. His prick was growing, stretching out hard and long against her soft thigh. She wanted to reach down and feel his cock with her hand, but slipped both her hands around his neck instead.
She felt his hands slide down over her back and cup the cheeks of her ass. Then slowly, ever so slowly, felt her skirt rising up.
"Yes, yes," she whispered, her excitement mounting, "Lift my skirt up and feel me."
"Jesus, and I thought . . . I mean I heard . . . he stammered.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear, Cliff," Sarah said and slid her tongue wetly back and forth on his lips, then pushed it into his mouth.
He lifted her skirt above her ass and slid one hand and then the other over her bare ass cheeks. "Jesus!" he gasped. "No panties! You're naked under your dress."
"Yessssss," Sarah hissed. "There's nothing to stop you from feeling everything."
He let his fingers glide lightly over her ass, his finger tips playing lightly in the crevice.
Sarah moaned and straddled his leg, pressing her cunt down against his firm thigh. She could feel the head of his cock pressing into her.
Cliff moved his hands down her ass and let his long fingers dip between her legs. The touch at the back of her cunt was electric and she raised up to let him probe. He moved onto her thick, hairy cunt lips and she tried to spread her legs wider.
"Oh, God, goddamn, goddamn, Cliff," she moaned and pushed a hand down between their bodies.
She enjoyed the feel of his cock against her leg, but she had to touch it, to feel it with her hand, feel it inside his pants. She pulled away from him a little to get at his fly. When she found the zipper she tugged at it and got it down. Then she let her hand slide inside.
Sarah wrapped her fingers around his hard, throbbing cock. The feel of it naked in her hand, so silky smooth, so hot and alive, made her twitch with anticipation. Her mouth watered and she wondered why, then decided it was probably the excitement.
Cliff had ceased his activity and allowed her to move a bit farther away while she got his cock free of his pants.
Then his prick was out and in her hand. She looked down and stared with lust. His cock was beautiful, even in the dim light. She stroked it, letting her fist bunch tightly just under the fat cock knob. She was delighted with the way he squirmed and moaned under her stroking fingers. Her nipples started to tingle and then to throb, pressing hard against her uniform. Suddenly she felt hot between her thighs, hot and wet, almost squishy. She knew her extreme excitement wasn't just from holding Cliff's cock. No, she was anticipating the fuck, imagining the instant that his sweet, wonderful cock pushed into her cunt. It was terribly exciting to want to fuck so badly.
"Oooooh, God, baby, play with my cock," Cliff moaned, his hands coming up to her breasts. He rolled her marble-hard nipples in his fingers and started to open her uniform.
Sarah cupped his balls inside his pants with one hand while the other moved slowly back and forth on his cock. She let him unbutton her uniform and then pushed her tits out to meet his eager hands. She moved close to him, guiding his prick between her legs, and slid his cock knob between the lips of her pussy.
"God, Cliff, God, I need it!" Sarah gasped, forcing the tip of his rigid prick into her cunt.
"We can't do it here, Sarah," Cliff said, but let her push his cock in a little deeper.
Sarah pushed down to meet his prick and got most of the head inside. "Why not, honey! Need it, want it now," she moaned.
"Oh, God, that feels good, baby, but we gotta stop," he moaned. "Gotta stop. Someone will come along, we'll get caught, fired. Gotta stop, honey, gotta stop." He lifted his hips and pushed in deeper.
He was almost half way in and Sarah was panting, bobbing on his prick. "Where can we go? Gotta fuck, gotta fuck," she grunted.
"There's an empty bed one floor up. It's at the end of the hall around the corner from the nurse's station," he said as he stepped back and pulled his cock from her cunt.
"Clif. . . NO!" Sarah gasped. "I want it now; put it back."
"Too dangerous, baby. Let's go," he said and grabbed her hand. He raced for the stairwell, pulling Sarah along, his cock flopped freely while her tits bounced.
They were both gasping for breath when they entered the room. Sarah gave a little squeal and whispered, "Cliff, there's a woman in the bed."
"The other one's empty," Cliff said. "She's all doped up and won't ever know we're here." He led her through the darkened room to the other bed. "Get undressed."
"Should we?" Sarah asked, her good sense slowly catching up with her passion.
"Hell yes! I want you naked. All the way, baby, even your shoes and socks," Cliff snorted.
Sarah's fears subsided when she lay naked on the bed and Cliff let himself down on top of her. She felt his hard cock against her leg and cried, "Yes, honey, yes! Fuck me!"
The thick cock knob went into her cunt without her help. She lifted to meet his first thrust.
"Give it to me, fella, all of it," she gasped. "Unngh, good! Yeah, yeah, fuck me, Cliff, fuck me hard, make me come!"
She had thought it would have been better in the hall. But when his prick was stuffed all the way up in her cunt and fucking hard and fast she changed her mind. It was much better on a bed, lying down and taking all he had to give.
"Goddamn," she mumbled, "so good, so very fucking good. So much better than Barry. God, it's a waste to fuck with Barry when other men are so much better."
He drew his cock almost all the way out and she could feel his fat cock knob between her cunt lips and how it spread her open when he pushed back in. She lifted her knees a little and moved with him, pushing when he moved toward her, pulling away when he pulled out. It felt so good to fuck with him, to move with complete abandon without fear of recrimination. She hunched urgently, the good feeling growing better by the second.
"Jesus, what a lay," Cliff gasped. Never thought for one minute... damn, you can really fuck, Sarah! Really know how to make a guy feel good. Oh, shit, too good, getting close, honey!" up over his back to lock him in. "Don't move, honey. Cool down a little." She lay perfectly still, holding him rigid with her strong legs.
They lay like that for several minutes, both breathing hard. She could feel the sweat on his chest against her tits and she could feel his cock inside of her, still hard and still throbbing.
"Are you in control again?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think so," he answered.
"Okay, fuck me some more. But stop if you feel like you're going to come," she said.
She relaxed her legs and he started pumping slowly, her fire coming up fast. She pressed his hips with her thighs and his cock with her cunt. She knew she was giving his cock too good a time for him to last, but she couldn't help herself. It felt so good and she was so close to popping.
"God, Sarah, I'm not Superman, I can't hold out much longer," Cliff cried.
"Stop! Just once more, honey, and I'll make you come so good you'll never forget it," Sarah grunted, on the verge of coming. She wanted to cool off and then climb back to ecstasy once more. The real fun was getting there, climbing to that tiny instant and then tumbling over. She had almost tumbled over twice, once more would make it perfect. "Just once more," she said, clamping her legs tight around him.
Cliff felt her pussy tighten around his prick and tried to relax. He was so close that he knew he was leaking into her already. There was no point in pulling out, if she was going to get knocked up well, it was too late now. He felt her soft tits against his chest, her arms around his neck and her legs locked over his back. He found her mouth and kissed her hard. She kissed back, her tongue gliding in and out of his mouth wetly.
"Oh, Cliff, I can't wait, I want to come. Fuck some more, make me come," Sarah whispered.
Cliff started moving. Sarah felt the glow in her belly almost immediately. It felt so good! There was nothing like it, nothing, nothing anywhere in the world.
''Qh, goddamn! Oh, piss, Cliff, I'm going to come, honey, I'm coming!" she cried.
Her legs went weak and fell away from his back when the exquisite feeling started. It filled her belly and she felt out of breath, weak, helpless, and in heaven.
"Me too, Sarah, goddamn, I'm coming!" Cliff yelled and squirted into her belly.
She felt his wet come go into her cunt and she either came again or just continued the one she was paralyzed with, she didn't now exactly which. She tightened her cunt muscles, increasing her own sensation, and milked his spewing prick.
Cliff drained himself and fell limp on top of her. "God, God, what a fuck," he whined.
Sarah held him tight with her legs, still moving, still in the throes of orgasm. She knew he would grow soft and shrivel all too soon, yet continued to let her cunt suck hungrily on his wonderful prick filling her passionate cunt hole. She finally sighed with contentment, and let her legs fall from his back.
"Jesus, Sarah, that was the best fuck I ever had," Cliff said.
"Me too," Sarah said.
Cliff raised up, pulling his shrinking cock from her cunt. "You're not kidding?" he said.
"No way," Sarah said. "I never came so good before in all my life."
Cliff got two cigarettes from his clothing and lit them. He handed one to Sarah and lay down beside her. "No kidding, honey, you're the best fuck I've ever had."
Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep drag. She let the smoke ooze from her lips, feeling completely fucked for the first time in her life. She felt so good, so completely at ease. She'd had three men now, if you could call Barry a man, and it just seemed to get better and better. And she didn't feel guilty. Fucking was too good to feel guilty about. Her mother was full of shit and her poor daddy had probably never had a good piece of ass in his life. He was a good daddy and deserved a good piece of ass at least once. She wondered if he would ever get it.
Tonight had been an experiment, a completely successful experiment, to see if she could fuck with the first man who came along and enjoy it. She sure could, she knew that, fucking with the patients should have told her that. She was amazed at how loose she had become and how easy it was to rationalize a quick fuck with a man she hardly knew. She took another deep drag on her cigarette and sat up.
"We'd better be getting back to our duties," she said.
When she got back to her station, fat Edna was sound asleep. Sarah snuffed out her cigarette and went to check on the patients.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sarah spent the weekend listening to her mother drone on about one dull thing after another. Half-listening, actually, since her thoughts were on her exciting fuck with the young intern, Cliff.
You're nothing but a pious pile of shit, Mother, she thought, after a particularly drawn out tirade against the morals of the younger generation. She smiled broadly.
"What so funny?" her mother asked sharply.
"Oh, nothing. I just felt like smiling," Sarah said.
"You young people's heads are in the clouds. No concern for anything of value," her mother snapped.
She went through the weekend and the first two days of work feeling like she was in a prison. She felt restless, in the need for excitement, so when Elaine Emerson asked her to go to a party, she quickly agreed.
"Oh wait," she said, remembering her standing date with Barry for Wednesday nights. "I don't know if I can. I think I have a date."
"Don't worry about it, dear," Elaine said.
"But I want to go with you, Elaine. Can I let you know a little later?"
"If you like," Elaine said. She lit a cigarette, let the blue smoke slide from her nose, and walked away.
Sarah had mixed emotions. She resented the way Elaine had acted, but she wanted to go to the party, anyway. Elaine was the ward snob and it was a compliment for her to ask you anything. She deeply admired Elaine for her perfection, even though she envied the woman's classic beauty and perfect figure and hated her haughty manner. She hated herself, too, for wanting to go. As always, when she had a problem, she went to her friend Ruth.
"Sarah, I really don't think you should go anywhere with Elaine," Ruth said.
"Why not?" Sarah said, suddenly determined to go.
"Well, I just don't think you should."
"That's no reason. You're probably jealous."
"Come off it, sweetie, I don't have to be jealous of anybody," Ruth snapped. "If you've already made up your mind, why did you ask me?"
"I'm sorry, Ruth, I didn't mean it. I just want to go, that's all. I can't go, anyway. It's Wednesday and I always go out with Barry on Wednesday, not that we go anywhere." Somehow going to his apartment for their quick fuck didn't seem as exciting as it used to.
"Honey, if you want to go so damn bad, break the goddamn date with Barry and go," Ruth said, completely reversing herself. "You need the experience and besides, he's just a fucking wimp, anyway."
"Oh, Ruth, I can't. And don't talk about Barry that way. After all, we are almost engaged."
"Sure you can break it, honey. That little prick doesn't deserve you and besides, he's not man enough to satisfy you, or won't be once you learn the score."
"I know the score," Sarah said.
"Sure you do, honey. Wear your uniform to the party. Men dig a uniform, it makes them horny."
"Oh, Ruth," Sarah said, blushing.
"See how naive you are, baby girl? You've got to get away from your mommy and daddy. I have a gorgeous apartment with an extra bedroom all ready for you to move into."
Sarah called Barry and told him she had to work an extra shift. It made her angry when he didn't sound as disappointed as she thought he should. She slammed down the phone, determined to have a ball at Elaine's party. It irked her, too, that Ruth was so possessive.
The party turned out to be a dull, socialite affair where the women were haughty bitches and the men stuffed shirts. Everyone was older than Sarah.
They paid a lot of attention to Elaine, but completely ignored Sarah.
They didn't wear their uniforms, but Sarah wished they had. Her clothes appeared shabby and out of place. Compared to the exquisite Elaine, she felt like an ugly duckling, at least at first.
Sarah spent much of the evening sitting alone, feeling miserable, while Elaine flitted from group to group, talking, laughing and drinking. It was after ten o'clock when Sarah noticed how drunk Elaine was getting.
Elaine staggered over to Sarah, leaned heavily on Sarah's chair for support, and said, "Mmmmm gettin' drunk, honey?"
Sarah almost laughed out loud. "You sure are, you haughty bitch," she said, then quickly added, "I m sorry, I didn't mean that."
"No, you're right. I am a haughty bitch and you had a terrible time tonight. And I did', too. I'm too drunk to drive and I want to go home. Will you drive me?"
"How will I get home?"
"You can stay with me.
"I can't do that. My mom would flip if I don't get home."
"Call her, tell her you're stayin' with me."
"Goddamn, I said I have to go home," Sarah said and got to her feet.
"Awwwwww, honey, don't get mad. You can take my car. My husband can bring me to work tomorrow."
Sarah agreed and they left the party, Elaine leaning heavily on her companion, more so than Sarah thought was necessary. In the car, Elaine sat close to Sarah.
"It's a big seat, Elaine, slide over and give me some room," Sarah said. She looked at Elaine. "Your silver frosted hair is a mess, Elaine. You're a mess. You aren't so elegant now, you're drunk, you're a sloppy drunk."
Elaine slid over and started blubbering. "Don't be mean, Sarah. You're too beautiful to be mean."
"I feel mean, not beautiful," Sarah snapped. "Now stay on your side and tell me how to get to your damn house."
Elaine gave her the directions and then sniffled all the way.
Geez, Sarah thought, what a phony cunt. Maybe this is why Ruth didn't want me to go with her. Oh well, live and learn.
Elaine's home was big with a huge, beautifully landscaped yard. Sarah pulled to a stop in the wide driveway and left the motor running.
"Come in and have a drink with me," Elaine said.
"No, you've had too much already and I have to get home," Sarah answered curtly.
"I'm better now and it isn't late." She held her watch to the dash. "Not even eleven o'clock. My husband isn't home and I hate to go into a dark, empty house alone. Please, Sarah, just one for the road."
Once again, Sarah agreed. The house was magnificent and luxuriously furnished. It all but took Sarah's breath away. They went into the den and Sarah sat on the couch while Elaine made drinks. She was beside Sarah on the couch quickly and held up her glass for a toast.
"To our friendship," Elaine said.
She had run her hand through her blond hair and every strand was in place. Her emerald green eyes flashed and Sarah had the distinct feeling that she had been conned. Still, she held up her own glass for the toast.
They had several drinks and talked of many things, but Elaine kept steering the conversation to sex. Sarah had never really discussed sex with another person and it made her uneasy.
"You're such a beautiful girl, Sarah," Elaine said with no trace of her earlier drunkenness. "I hope you never have any trouble at the hospital."
"What on earth do you mean?" Sarah gasped. "Well, I know how attractive you are to the men and you have to be very careful. Men can be so damn persistent! They'll wear you down if you aren't careful."
"A girl wants to be worn down . . . sometimes," Sarah said, almost defiantly.
"Don't misunderstand, Sarah, because I don't want to sound like your mother, but I do have one bit of advice to give you. Mess around with the docs, the interns, even the janitors if that turns you on. But don't fuck with patients because it'll get your ass fired."
Sarah's face reddened and her mouth dropped open. My God, she thought, does she know?
"I didn't mean to shock you, honey, and I shouldn't have used that awful word, but, well, I wanted to get my point across because I know what I'm talking about."
Elaine got up quickly and went to the bar. She mixed two more drinks and returned to the couch beside Sarah. "You may not need this, darling," she said, "but I do. I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone else." Her voice lowered as if she was afraid someone else might hear. "I had an affair with a patient."
"No," Sarah gasped, "not you!"
"Yes, me. And we were almost caught. And when I tried to end it the patient threatened to expose me. I was never so frightened in my life. Nothing came of it, but it certainly taught me a lesson."
Elaine drained her glass and put it on the coffee table. She moved closer to Sarah and her hand closed over Sarah's knee.
"It was with a woman, Sarah," she said in almost a whisper.
Sarah felt the flush in her cheeks and Elaine's hand softly kneading her thigh just above her knee. My God, she thought, Elaine is a lesbian, and that's why Ruth didn't want me to go! She suspected . . . or knew from experience. Ruth's remark, "You need the experience," made sense to her now.
Elaine was sitting very close and her hand had moved under Sarah's skirt. "Do you want me to tell you about it?"
"I, I . . . " Sarah stammered.
"She had a broken wrist and she was very beautiful. She was young, about your age, and had a perfect body. I must have telegraphed my desire for her somehow because she knew, she knew. She was so lovely and I was so vulnerable. One night I went into her room after she had bathed and the light was subdued. It was perfect for a seduction, actually and she just raised her gown and spread her fabulous legs apart and whispered, 'Kiss me, Elaine, kiss me down there.' Oh God, Sarah, she was so beautiful! I couldn't resist, I couldn't control myself. I buried my face between her thighs and kissed her and laved her with my tongue and then pushed it up inside her cunt as far as it would go."
Elaine's hand was now within inches of Sarah's crotch. Sarah knew her face must be beet red, the heat was intense, and she felt an excitement in her belly that she knew she shouldn't.
"I made her come, Sarah. I made her come hard," Elaine said. "And I went back late that night and undressed and we made love for two hours. I lay on top of her, my cunt against her mouth, and my own face buried between her lovely legs."
Elaine's face was only inches from Sarah's, and her fingers were tracing along the edge of her panties. "Oh God, Sarah, darling, you're so beautiful I want you so much. May I kiss you?"
Sarah knew she should resist, Ruth had, she was sure. But her heart was pounding so hard she couldn't think. She didn't answer and she didn't move away.
Elaine kissed her, lightly at first, and then with more urgency and her tongue. Her fingers were inside Sarah's panties and access to her cunt was easy since Sarah had unconsciously opened her legs. The kiss lasted a long time and the fingers found her lubricated pussy and moved inside, sliding slowly in and out in a fucking motion.
"Oh, Sarah, my little darling, let's make girl love," Elaine whispered.
"Does your husband know?" was all that Sarah could say.
"No, of course not, and he'll never know. I let him fuck me whenever he wants it, and I make it good for him. I've even let other men fuck me while he watched. It turns him on, makes me all the more a woman in his eyes. He's strange, but he's a good provider and he has a large cock. I enjoy fucking with him sometimes. Let's go into the bedroom, Sarah. I want you."
"I've never made love with a woman before. I don't know if I want to," Sarah said, trying vainly to resist the pounding desire. She knew she would lose her battle, but still she tried.
She let Elaine lift her to her feet and guide her to the bedroom. Once there, she stood helplessly while Elaine undressed her. Elaine's exclamations of approval pleased her, the gentle caresses as each garment was removed thrilled her. When she was at last completely nude, she was ready, turned on and ready.
"My God," Elaine exclaimed, "you're exquisite, more perfect than I could ever have imagined." Elaine went to the bed and threw back the covers, Revealing satin sheets and lace covered pillow slips. "Get on the bed," she ordered, pushing Sarah gently backwards. Sarah tumbled onto the bed. "Yes, yes, lie on your back. Open your legs wide. Ahhh yes, and raise your knees just ever so slightly so I can see all of you. Yesss, honey, like that. Now I'll get ready."
Elaine quickly stripped, showing little indications of being very drunk. Her figure was perfect, her legs long and smooth, her belly flat, and her breasts, not large, but high and firm and nippled with light pink. She was a true blond, too, her mound a fluffy mass of golden fleece.
Sarah lay breathless and still, unable to take her eyes from the gorgeous creature stripping in front of her. She was drunk and felt detached from what was happening, but it wasn't the only reason she was allowing it. No, her curiosity had turned to lust. She wanted it to happen, she wanted Elaine to make girl love to her. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was sure it would be good.
Then Elaine was on the bed beside her, her mouth hot and wet and open, covering Sarah's. Sarah moaned when Elaine moved on top her and ground tit against tit and pussy against pussy.
"You beautiful little doll," Elaine moaned. "I love you, darling. I've wanted you from the moment you first came to work at the hospital. God, I wish I were a man so I could fuck you, put my self inside you and fuck you."
"Awwww yes, Elaine, fuck me, fuck me!" Sarah moaned loudly.
Elaine lay on top of her, humping hard, pressing down onto her clitty with her bulging pussy mound. She kissed her on the mouth, the nose, the ears, the eyes, her whole face, her tongue active. It went onto Sarah's mouth and her ears, licking the places she couldn't enter.
Sarah pushed up to meet Elaine's pussy mound, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more, much more. "Elaine, Elaine!" she grunted. "Go down on me! It's what you do, isn't it? Oh, oh, go down on me, please, please!"
"Patience, my darling, you must have patience," Elaine said, kissing her throat and then moving down to her shoulders.
Sarah writhed as Elaine moved slowly down her body, moaning with surprised pleasure when she felt wet lips in her arm pit. It sent shivers racing down her spine, shivers that increased as the woman's lips moved across and under her tits to her other armpit. She gasped with delight when Elaine at last enveloped a nipple, drawing it in and sucking on it until it was hard and almost painful.
Elaine worked up one nipple and then the other. She spent a long time on Sarah's tits since there was a lot to work on. Sarah's tits were large and soft and round and her nipples were very dark and grew very hard. Her nipples were big, too, the size of sour cherries and every bit as red.
With both nipples filled with pain/pleasure, she felt the woman moving down again over her flat belly, and nuzzling wetly with her tongue, moving it in a big circle around her navel, closing slowly until the tip was buried in the puckered indentation. Then the tongue moved down again, lightly skirting the hairline at the bottom of Sarah's belly.
Sarah lifted her hips, moaning ever so softly, "Oh my God, oh my God, lower, Elaine, lower!"
It was. Sarah's first experience with oral sex and was exciting beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her whole body tingled, waiting for the moment when Elaine's mouth would reach its destination. "Lower, lower . . . Oh, Goddamn, Elaine, kiss it, suck me . . . Awwwww, honey, suck me!" she screamed.
Elaine kissed lightly into the hair, then skipped past her cunt to the middle of her thighs and started all over again, kissing, licking and sucking up little buds of her soft thigh flesh. When Elaine's mouth was an inch from Sarah's pussy, the poor girl was sobbing loudly, wild for the culmination of Elaine's journey.
Elaine raised her face from between Sarah's legs. "My God, Sarah, so much hair," she' said, her fingers diving into the thick mass. "And it's so soft, honey, and so black that it's nasty. I love a cunt with lots of hair."
She bent back to her work, blew hot air across the puffy lips, and dropped her open mouth onto Sarah's cunt. She spread the lips with her tongue and glided them deep in to her pussy.
"Oh God, God, goddamn," Sarah grunted'. With Elaine's lips and tongue in her cunt she was glad she hadn't heeded Ruth's advice. "Ooooooh, Elaine, darling, don't stop, not ever, ever. Feels so nice, so wonderful."
Elaine pushed her tongue deep into Sarah's cunt, worked it rapidly in and out, then pulled out and drew it back and forth. She massaged the clitty with her lips, tongue, and teeth until Sarah was screaming on the edge of a violent orgasm. Sarah's legs wrapped around Elaine's head to hold her in tight and Elaine reached under her rump and lifted her up, spreading her ass cheeks open.
Elaine felt the first violent shiver in Sarah's legs and knew the young girl was coming. She slowed down then, not wanting Sarah's orgasm to be too violent. She had more in mind for the girl and didn't want it to end too soon. She held Sarah, close, gently sucking and kissing her while Sarah's ecstatic screams subsided and turned into soft, pleasure-filled moans. When Sarah finally went limp, Elaine released her and moved back up her body.
She kissed Sarah on the mouth with her pungent lips and said, "Did you like that, darling?"
"Yes, yes," Sarah moaned, the taste of her own pussy exciting.
"Was it better than a man?"
"Mmmmmm . . . yeah," she said, knowing what Elaine wanted to hear. "Hold me tight, Elaine, and kiss me."
Elaine held her close and kissed her on the eyes and nose and lips. When she felt the girl was back to normal; she got up. "I'll go and get us a drink," she said, returning quickly with two drinks and two cigarettes. Sarah sat up and moved into Elaine's arms and they smoked and sipped their drinks.
They sat and kissed, Elaine playing over Sarah's body with one hand. Soon Sarah felt mellow and in the mood again. She pushed Elaine away and stared at her.
"It's my turn now, isn't it?" she said.
"If you want to," Elaine answered.
"I think I want to," Sarah said. "Yes, I know I want to. Lay flat on your back. I read something in a fuck book about a week ago and it really excited me. I'm sure you know what it is, it's called Around the World and I want to do it to you."
Elaine shivered. Yes, she knew what it was.
Sarah started on Elaine's forehead, kissing along her hairline. She moved all around her face, her kisses wet, her tongue going deep into Elaine's ears and then her mouth. She spent a long time on Elaine's face before moving on.
Each armpit was properly and wetly loved before Sarah got to Elaine's tits and spent a full 15 minutes on each. She sucked and she kissed and licked until Elaine was writhing. She even used her teeth, and none too gently. Elaine almost came each time Sarah nipped at her rock-hard nipples.
"Oh darling, darling, wonderful," Elaine moaned. "Where did you learn to do it?"
"Instinct," Sarah said. "Roll over on your belly."
Elaine rolled over and buried her face in her arms. Yes, it had to be instinct. She was too good to have learned it. She noticed the first time she saw Sarah how her lips seemed to be puckered for a kiss and now she knew why. They were puckered for a kiss, for a sex kiss-she was a natural oral lover.
This time Sarah started at Elaine's feet, kissing and licking, kissing and nipping, always kissing. She moved up the calves and then spent an endless time on her thighs, the backs, but most of all between them where the flesh was soft and sensitive.
She pushed Elaine's legs wide apart and moved up, almost to her cunt, so close that the soft blonde hair tickled her nose.
"Oh, baby, kiss it, kiss it," Elaine moaned, reaching back with her hands to catch Sarah's head.
Sarah brushed the annoying hands away and skipped all the way up to Elaine's shoulders. She started down, again, paying homage to her arm-pits, which were quite damp with sweat. Then she moved rapidly down to her smooth, round asscheeks, raining them with wet kisses and sucking lightly on the lengths of the deep crack. Sarah took her fingers and opened up Elaine's ass cleft and began kissing deep in the groove, starting at the top and moving down.
"Yes, oh yes, my darling!" Elaine gasped in anticipation.
Sarah was drugged with sex. When she reached Elaine's puckered asshole, she closed over it with her lips, kissing it at first, and then pushing her tongue inside. Elaine lay panting, near an intense orgasm.
Sarah sensed the woman's need and stopped. She raised up and said, "Turn over, bitch!"
"No, no, not yet," Elaine groaned, but obeyed Sarah's command.
When Elaine was on her back again, Sarah dropped to her pussy hair, kissing the strands on the insides of her thighs and along her cunt. She was as anxious as Elaine and she couldn't wait, her mouth finally closing over Elaine's cunt. The hair was soggy-wet and her pussy was slippery with dew.
Sarah was surprised at how wet she was, but more so at how strong she smelled-she reeked. Sarah took a deep breath, drawing the rank odor into her nostrils, and started sucking the copious juices from Elaine's cunt.
"God, God, I feel like I'm going to explode!" Elaine screamed. "Make me come, Sarah, make me come!"
She finally succeeded in catching Sarah's head and pulled her face tight against her nasty cunt.
Sarah pushed her tongue deep into Elaine's pussy and the woman shrieked. She pulled it out and pushed it in again and again Elaine cried out. She seemed to know when Elaine was about to come, stopped and did something else. Sarah continued like that until Elaine was quivering with the need to come. When it was obvious that the woman couldn't help but come, Sarah clamped first her lips around Elaine's clit and then touched it with her teeth. Elaine came with a scream, jerking as if she was convulsing. She chewed at Elaine's clit until the woman could stand no more and pushed her away.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Elaine babbled, rolling and twisting on the bed.
When at last she regained her composure, Elaine sat up and said, "Are you sure you've never been with a woman before?"
"Never," Sarah said.
"My God, darling, you're a natural! I've never been brought off like that before, never. It was heavenly, out of this world!"
"I'm hot again, Elaine. Do it to me again.
"Darling, 'darling, let me rest a moment. Be an angel and get us each another drink."
Sarah went and got the drinks.
"How do you feel?" Elaine asked her when she had half-drained the glass.
"I feel wonderful."
"Me, too. I went right up tonight."
"God, I feel so good, so turned on. Oh, shit, I want it so bad. I want a fuck, Elaine. You can't fuck me, but you can suck me. Suck me, Elaine, suck me off."
Elaine giggled. "God what a horny girl. I'm beginning to feel horny again, too. Let's lay down and neck. You're a very beautiful young woman, Sarah."
They stretched out on the bed and started kissing and rubbing their cunts together.
"This is nice, Elaine, but I want you to eat me. I want to come again with your mouth on my cunt," Sarah said.
"You're a naughty girl, Sarah. I didn't think you'd be this easy to seduce, or this aggressive. You're a highly sexed woman and you need a lot of fucking.
"I know it. I haven't known for long, but I know now."
"You discovered that tonight?"
"No, I knew before tonight. Tonight just confirmed it. I love sex and can't seem to get enough. I never thought another woman would turn me on, but I'm so turned on now that I'm about to explode."
Elaine kissed her hard on the mouth. "Roll onto your back. I don't want you to explode."
Sarah was surprised when she crawled on top of her head to toe. She had expected it like before.
"We can eat each other this way. I'm sure you've heard of sixty-nine."
"Yes," Sarah said. She'd heard of it, but hadn't thought of two women doing it. But it made sense.
She felt Elaine's wet lips on her thighs and quivered. Looking up, she stared into Elaine's gaping cunt. Elaine was on her knees, a thigh on each side of Sarah's head. She waited until she felt Elaine' lips compress against her burning pussy and then raised onto her elbows and pressed her mouth to Elaine.
Sarah came first and fell back to the bed. She lay writhing in sexual pleasure. "Oh, my God, that's good, Elaine. Shit, shit, shit, I'm coming! Oh, goddamn, fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Elaine kept sucking and Sarah kept coming. It was the strongest orgasm Sarah had ever experienced.
She wasn't positive, but she thought she had come twice, maybe three times. "God, God, I came three times, actually came three times!" Sarah moaned.
Elaine turned back around and cuddled the shivering girl. "My little darling," she hummed, "so alive, so responsive." They kissed long and hard.
"You didn't come again," Sarah said.
"It's all right, I don't need to. It was pleasure enough to make you so happy. I came very, very hard the first time, anyway."
Sarah lay in Elaine's arms for a long time and dozed off when she awakened with a start. "Elaine, what time is it? I've got to get home."
"It's late, darling, almost two. You'd better stay the night."
"Oh God, I can't, I can't. My mother will kill me."
"We'll call her and tell her you're staying here."
"No, no. You don't understand. I just can't." Sarah was up, waving her arms. "God, Elaine, how'll I get home? No buses are running this late."
Elaine looked disappointed. "If you must go, you may take my car and bring it to work in the morning. Myron can drive when he gets home in the morning."
"Why don't you drive me? You can stay at my house."
"No, darling, I'm much too tired."
It was settled. Sarah got dressed, splashed cold water in her face, and left. She gunned the Mercedes out of the driveway and drove home quickly. "Jeez, what a nifty car," she said when she pulled into her parents' driveway. Her enthusiasm oozed away when she saw there were lights on in the house.
Her worst fears were realized the instant she saw her mother's glowering face. Her father was sitting in a chair smoking his pipe.
"Where have you been?" her mother screamed. "I went to a party with a friend from the hospital. I'm sorry I'm so late, I lost track of the time. I guess I should have called." She tried to keep her voice calm.
"It wouldn't have mattered because Barry called. He said you were working. You stood him up to go to a party."
"No, I worked first," she lied. "We went to the party after."
"Don't lie to me, young lady. And you're drunk!"
"I had a drink, but I'm not drunk."
"You are drunk!"
"All right, I'm drunk," Sarah said defiantly. She felt guilty, even ashamed of what she had done with Elaine, but this made it all the more necessary to defend herself. "I had a few drinks and I'm drunk!"
Her mother put her hands to her face in mock despair. "Heaven help us, our daughter is a drunk." She looked back up quickly, venom in her stare. "And who's fancy car is that You brought home?"
"It belongs to a friend at the hospital. Another nurse."
"And what does she do to earn a fancy car like that? Other than nursing, I mean. You've got to get away from that hospital. I've heard about those nurses and what they do."
"God! And what do they do, Mother?"
"You know what they do and don't swear at me. I insist that you quit that job and take something decent."
Sarah looked weakly at her father for help.
"Now Clara," he said, standing up. "I think Clara shot him an icy glance. He sat back down.
She turned back to her daughter. "Slut," she screamed. "Poor Barry, sitting at home waiting for you and you're out whoring around!"
Sarah's face turned red with anger. "I don't have to stand here and take any more of your shit!" she yelled and slammed to her room.
She stripped off her clothing and got into bed naked. She lay in the darkness listening to her parents, her father's soft voice, her mother's ranting and raving. She finally got up, took a cigarette from her purse, and settled back for a smoke. It was the first time she had ever smoked at home. Her mother had sobered her up and she wished she had a drink.
She mulled over the events of the evening, deciding she had learned several things. She had learned how highly sexed she was, that she liked to get drunk, it felt good. But most of all, she had learned that her instincts were for men, not women.
It had been good with Elaine and she was sure that those last orgasms had been the most intense she had ever had. But it still wasn't the same. It hadn't left her feeling good like a thick, hard cock did. It left her feeling incomplete, less a woman somehow. What she wanted was something very hard and very big, much bigger than a tongue but every bit as alive. And she wanted it in her pussy. She wanted it pushed slowly in until it filled her, and then she wanted it moving, slow at first, and then faster. And she wanted a man's hard hands on her body and his hard lips on her lips, and...
"Oh, goddamn," she moaned, her hand already between her legs.
She realized the house was now quiet and continued to masturbate, one finger in her pussy, the others rubbing at her clit. She felt drowsy, her body warming to the motion of her fingers, and almost didn't hear the soft rap on her door.
"Go away,' she said.
"It's me, kitten," her father said softly.
"Go away, coward," she said and felt a delicious feeling filling her body.
Her ass came off the bed and pushed hard against her hand. "Oh God, that feels good," she moaned softly. "Coming, coming . . . goddamn, feels so good to come!"
CHAPTER SIX
Sarah moved out the next morning. She packed two bags and, without speaking to her mother, took them out to Elaine's car and drove away. She avoided Elaine as much as possible and after work she moved into Ruth Van Arsdale's apartment.
"My God, Ruth, I can't afford a place like this," Sarah said, the moment she walked into the luxurious apartment.
"Don't worry about it. We'll figure out how much you can afford and that's what you'll pay. My daddy pays for most of it, anyway," Ruth said.
Sarah discovered a whole new lifestyle with Ruth Van Arsdale, one that she adapted to very quickly. Ruth was a very voluptuous young woman and ran around the apartment in her panties and bra much of the time or panties and no bra, or bra and no panties, or even wearing nothing. Sarah was shocked at first, but soon was copying her. Ruth drank a lot and Sarah copied that, too.
Several days later, when Sarah was sure no one would be home, she and Ruth went and got the rest of Sarah's belongings.
She met Ruth's parents a week after she moved in. They were quite rich and her mother was a real snob, openly indicating that Sarah was inferior and not a suitable roommate for her daughter. Her father was terribly attractive, his hair graying at the temples like a movie star, and he was still quite trim. He was obviously a dirty old man, too, a dedicated lecher that both leered at and approved of Sarah.
Several nights later, after working an evening shift, Sarah returned to the apartment. It had been a long and tedious day and since Ruth was no where about she decided to turn in early. She went to the small bar in the corner, poured a couple of shots of bourbon over some ice, and went to her bedroom.
After stripping, she sat on the edge of the bed sipping the bourbon and smoking, wondering where Ruth had gone. When the bourbon and cigarette were gone, she decided she was too tired to do anything but roll into bed in the nude. She had just begun to doze when she heard the front door open and decided to say good night to Ruth. She was up and almost in the front room when she heard a man's voice. She peeked into the room and saw Ruth and her father.
"Where is your attractive roommate tonight?" Drew Van Arsdale asked, seating himself on the couch.
"I told you she's working," Ruth answered. Sarah wanted to tell them where she was, but couldn't since she was nude.
"So you did," Van Arsdale said. "I think I'll have a toddy before I go."
"But mother's waiting in the car," Ruth said. "Let her wait. A little Scotch over ice, please." Ruth went to the bar. "I think I'll have a beer." She giggled. "God, I'm a little tight already. Mother doesn't approve when I drink so much."
"Your mother doesn't approve of anything," Drew said. He then did an astounding thing: he dropped off the couch onto all fours, made his way to where Ruth was standing, and brought his face up under her dress.
Ruth looked back over her shoulder at her father. "Drew, you shouldn't do that, it's naughty," she squealed, but moved her feet apart so he could get up between her legs.
Drew made a muffled reply that neither Ruth or Sarah, still peeking from the hallway, could hear. Sarah blushed crimson.
Drew Van Arsdale continued to nuzzle his daughter from behind. His head tented her skirt out, revealing most of the backs of her thighs, He gripped both of her legs now, his mouth up against her crotch, kissing and wetly sucking at her panties.
Ruth reached back to press against his head . . . "Drew . . . Daddy, I like that, but mother is waiting in the car." She pressed his head harder with her hands and hunched down against his sucking mouth. "Oh hell, mother can wait. Yeah, fuck mother." Ruth giggled, tossing her head back. "Of course you don't fuck mother, not anymore, anyway. You'd rather fuck me, wouldn't you, Drew"
In the hall, Sarah's cheeks burned. In her wildest fantasies she had never imagined anything like that! She felt like she was an intruder, like she was betraying her friend, like . . . But she couldn't resist and continued to watch.
Drew had pushed Ruth's tiny crotchband to the side and was avidly sucking at her cunt, his tongue alternately riding hard over her clit and going up inside her pussy.
"Oh Drew, Drew, my darling Daddy. Let me get my pants off," Ruth cried.
Drew pulled his head out. from under her skirt and sat back on his haunches while his daughter removed her skirt and panties. Ruth planted her feet far apart and bent over and grasped her ankles.
"I'm ready now, Drew. Eat me!" she said
Drew started on his task, licking the insides of her legs from her ankles up to her crotch. Ruth let go of her ankles and reached up and spread her ass cheeks wide and Drew clamped his mouth to her asshole. He held onto her thighs and moved back and forth from her cunt to her ass.
"Oh God, I've created a monster," Ruth cried. "You can't keep your face out of my pussy. Eat me, Drew, eat me. Eat my pussy and ass." Ruth looked down at her father through her legs. "Oh goddamn, I like a leg and ass man the best, lover. I'm soft all over, but the insides of my thighs are the softest part of me. Sit down between my legs, Daddy. Stretch your legs out and take out your cock. I want to see it stick out of your pants all hard. I want to see you pull on it while you suck my cunt."
Drew sat on the floor between her legs and opened his pants. His cock came out into his hand. It was long and fat and hard. His face went back up to her cunt.
Sarah stood in the hall, flushed and hot: Her hand went between her legs and she started masturbating. She knew she should be shocked and disgusted, but she was turned on. It was the most thrilling sight she had ever seen. She stared at the huge cock in Drew's hand. It was easily the largest she had ever seen. It looked wonderful and she wanted it, too, wanted it up inside her. Oh God, she wanted to be fucked so badly!
"God, God, hold me up, Drew. It feels so good!" Ruth cried. "Cover me with your mouth, Daddy, I need to pee. I want to piss in your mouth!" She hunched down hard against her father's mouth. "Oooooohhh, goddamn, I love to do that to you I couldn't have held it, anyway. Oh, wow, take it, take it all you sonofabitch, you daughterfucker, you dirty old daughterfucker!"
Sarah was appalled at what she was witnessing. Ruth was peeing right into his mouth and not a drop was spilling! It was disgusting, but not enough to turn her off. No, it was making her hotter and she let a second finger slide into her cunt. She stood grunting and masturbating, her whole body vibrating from the thrill of her own hands.
"Aw shit, I enjoyed that," Ruth cried, loosening her grip on Drew's head. "You're so sweet to let me do that. I love it so and it makes me so hot, so ready. I'm ready, Daddy, ready for your cock. Fuck me now. Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
Ruth stepped away from her father and stripped all the way. She walked over to the couch and stretched out on her back. "Come over here, lover, and take me. Fuck me good."
Drew Van Arsdale got to his feet and glanced around the room. "Wouldn't it be better in the bedroom?" he said.
"No, I want it on the couch."
"What if Sarah comes home?"
"She won't," Ruth said.
''The hell!'' Sarah said under her breath. ''I'm already here." She had already come and leaned heavily against the wall where she could continue to watch. She wanted to see if he would really fuck his daughter.
"Take your clothes off, too, Drew. I want to feel you naked against me," Ruth said.
He shrugged and started to unbutton his shirt. He preferred to be nude, too, and if Ruth wasn't worried about her roommate popping in he wasn't either.
From the hall, Sarah watched eagerly. She wanted to see this man nude, wanted a good long look at his big cock. She gave a little gasp when he finally stood in the buff. He was still lean with practically no paunch and his cock was immense and stood straight out from the thick clump of hair below his belly. She felt her juices start all over again.
Drew walked over to his daughter, his thick cock wagging from side to side. "You bitch,' he said. "You beautiful, adorable wanton bitch. You're a slut, Ruth, a cock hungry slut and I love you. I'm going to fuck you now, you lovely creature."
He lowered himself on top of her and she grabbed his face and pulled it down for a long, deep kiss. "Yes, fuck me," she hissed, then whispered, "Sarah is already home and she's watching us from the hall. Don't look, I want her to watch."
Drew groaned, hotter than ever, and pressed his cock to her pussy. Ruth reached down and guided it in. His cock head spread her wet lips and pushed inside. She groaned and spread her legs wider while he slowly pushed his big prick deep inside
"Oh, God, that feels good! You're so big and so hard. Keep going, get it all in. Hit bottom, Daddy, hit bottom, I want every inch you've got."
He rammed his cock in to the hilt, then drew it out a little and started fucking. Ruth's arms went around his neck and her hips came up to meet each thrust. They fucked for several minutes before Ruth's legs finally came up and over his back and they began to move as one in a steady, pounding rhythm.
"Aw shit, that feels so good! I love to fuck, just love it," Ruth gasped.
Sarah watched avidly, her eyes wide with another. It was a sight erotic beyond imagination to watch a father fuck his own daughter. She stood rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, wanting to masturbate again, but thinking she shouldn't. She wondered how Ruth could take such a huge prick, yet she took it all the way and gurgled for more. It was obvious how much the girl enjoyed his cock because she was literally bucking now, bucking under him like a wild mare. Was she coming? God, it must feel good! God, she wished she were getting that big prick! Her hand was between her legs again and she started masturbating, slower this time, wanting it to last.
"She's still there, still watching," Ruth whispered. "I'm going to come, honey, I'm going to come!" she screamed loud and clear. "Oh, god-damn, I'm coming . . . Fuck, fuck, fuck . . . give it to me, Daddy, fuck me, make me come more!"
Drew shoved his cock into his daughter, fucking with long, deliberate strokes. She jerked and twisted and he fucked faster, his own release nearing.
"Jesus, baby, what a fuck! You are the best. You were made to fuck. I'm close, baby, I'm close. I'm gonna come, honey, I'm gonna come inside your cunt. Are you ready?" he cried, his cock drawn out until just the head remained in her pussy.
"Yes, yes!" Ruth gasped.
"Okay, here I come, baby. Awwwww, fuck, that feels good!" he yelled.
He nuzzled the head of his cock in the mouth of her cunt for a few fleeting seconds and then pushed in slowly, the thick goo squirting. He went all the way in, pulled back, and repeated, pushing his prick in a little faster than the first time. He kept this up, grunting loudly each time, until he had emptied his nuts in his daughter's pussy.
Her legs slid down off his back and he fell heavily against her. Both were breathing hard. Sarah was breathing hard, too, her hand busy between her legs. And then her orgasm blossomed gloriously, starting in her cunt and flowering out through her whole body. It was a hard come, an exquisite come. A smile spread over her face, her knees buckled, and she slumped slowly to the floor, exhausted, the good feeling consuming her.
"God, that was good," Ruth said.
"It was better than good," her father said.
"It sure was," Sarah moaned softly, her fingers still toying in the wet, tangled hair between her legs.
Drew raised up and sat on the edge of the couch, his cock wet and sticky, a limp and pittance of what it had been. Ruth rolled off the couch and sat on the floor in front of him.
"It looks so little and weak, so completely pitiful," she said, looking up at him. "I love it like this, too. I love to suck it when I can get the whole thing in my mouth." She lifted his prick up in her fingers and held it in front of her half open mouth. "It's messy, Drew, all sticky and messy, but I'm going to make love to it with my mouth, anyway. I love your cock, Drew."
She took it into her mouth, all of it, all the way to his prickly hair, and sucked, hungrily nursing as if his cock were a big nipple on a bottle.
"Yes, baby, suck your Daddy's cock. It won't get hard, not after the fucking you gave it, but get it nice and clean and maybe I'll take your mother home and stick it into her. I haven't fucked your mother in a long time, but I think I will tonight. She won't like it and she'll fight, but I'm going to fuck her even if I have to rape her. Actually, it's the only way I'll be able to get another hard-on. I know I'll get hard if I slap her around a little and then force myself on her. I had to rape her the last time I fucked her, too. She threatened to divorce me, but she never will. She likes the money and position she has as my wife. It's the only way she can come, anyway. She always comes when I rape her.
"She's frigid, Ruth, your mother is frigid unless she is raped, and then she becomes a tiger, an insatiable tiger wanting far more than I or any man give. Her own father raped her when she was ten years old. She didn't submit like you do, didn't want it, like you do. She was forced against her will. He was a judge and a deacon in the church and he was a low-down sonofabitch. I would never rape you, my darling. I fuck you because you want it as much as I."
He stopped talking and pulled back, freeing his cock from her sucking mouth. "Stop! I'm getting hard. I don't want to spill in your mouth. Not tonight, any other night, but not tonight. I could never get it up a third time, not even for rape."
He stood up, his cock hard again and jutting proudly from his crotch. He walked to his clothing and started dressing.
Sarah sat in the hall watching, still drugged by her powerful orgasm and fascinated by the debauchery of incest. She watched Drew's prick wave from the thick mat of dark hair, wanting it even now. It was a huge cock, longer and thicker than any she had ever seen. She wanted it and knew that eventually she would get it. Yes, she knew that she would let Ruth's father fuck her, even instigate it if necessary. She would suck that prick too, something she had never done, something she had never had any urge to do. But now she wanted his cock in her mouth, as well as in her hands and cunt.
Drew finished dressing and prepared to leave. Ruth sat on the couch, still nude, a fresh drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
"Good night, Father. Give my love to mother," she said.
"Good night, my darling, and I'll do just that. I'll give her something else, too."
"Give it to her good. Rape her and make her come hard. God, I wish I could watch."
"I wish you could, too. And now it's good night, my lamb, and give my love to your darling roommate."
'I'll let you give her that yourself."
"With your permission, I'm looking forward to it."
"Oh my God, yes," Sarah moaned and crept silently to her bedroom.
Sarah got into bed and lay staring into the darkness. She suddenly felt very guilty, guilty for having watched Ruth and her father, guilty for masturbating, guilty for letting Elaine Emerson make love to her and guilty for returning the favor, guilty for jacking-off patients, guilty for fucking with a patient and an intern, guilty even for fucking with Barry. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and the tears well in her eyes. She was about to cry when there was a soft rap on her door.
"Go away," she said.
The door opened. "Can I come in, Sarah?" Ruth said.
"I said go away," Sarah said.
The door closed. "I want to talk to you," Ruth said, already in the room. She crossed the room and sat on the bed beside Sarah.
"I saw what you did with your father, I saw the whole thing," Sarah blurted and moved away.
"Yes, I know."
"What do you mean, you know?"
"I saw you peeking around the corner. I knew you were there from the very start."
"And you went right ahead?"
"Of course. When I get the hots for my daddy an earthquake wouldn't stop me. Besides, you'd have been disappointed if we had stopped."
"No! I, I . . . " Sarah stammered.
"Don't lie to me, Sarah. But worse than that, don't lie to yourself. You enjoyed watching us fuck. It turned you on and you masturbated while you watched. Don't be ashamed of your feelings, honey." Ruth reached out in the darkness and touched Sarah.
"Don't touch me," Sarah cried, recoiling.
Ruth shrugged and withdrew her hand. "Do you have any cigarettes in here?"
"On the table." Sarah heard her fumbling with the pack. "Light me one, too," she said.
The lighter clicked, illuminating the room. Sarah saw that Ruth was still nude. The quick, bright light accented Ruth's fabulous body. Her large tits looked very white and the nipples very dark even though they were a pale pink like most blonde's nipples. And then the light was gone and Sarah felt suddenly excited at the sight of Ruth's fabulous torso, but she resisted the feeling, gritting her teeth. The two cigarettes glowed in the dark. Ruth handed her one and she sat up and drew the smoke in deep.
"My father has been fucking me for a long time, Sarah." She heard Sarah swallow and imagined the girl licking at dry lips. She took a puff from her cigarette and continued softly. "I was well developed when I was very young and we had been playing feel games for a long time before that. I think it started one time when he paddled me for being bad. He pulled my underpants down and my dress up and turned me over his knee and paddled me. I felt his cock through his pants pressing against my belly and it turned me on, even way back then. He had a hard-on! It was the first of many times.
"Did he really paddle you?"
"Only that first time. After than, it was a game. He would turn me over his knee and pretend to paddle me and I would tell him it didn't hurt through my clothes. He would lift up my dress and pull down-my pants and I would squirm against his hard-on. Then one day he started kissing my little ass to make it feel better. It really wasn't long before his kisses strayed to my legs and then up between my legs. At first he only kissed my little pussy, but the kisses soon turned to sucks and the use of his tongue."
"My God," Sarah gasped. Ruth's tale was beginning to turn her on and she stopped fighting.
"The next step, of course, was to have me hold his cock in my hands and then kiss it. I didn't need to be told to suck it, I just did. I'll never forget the first time he came in my mouth."
"Really?" Sarah cried. "Aw fuck, I need another smoke." She leaned across the bed and snapped on the little lamp. She looked at Ruth's nude body, felt a tightening in her throat, and quickly shook two more cigarettes from the dwindling pack, lit them, and put one between Ruth's lips. Her hand lingered against Ruth's cheek for an instant, then darted away. "He really came in your mouth? What did you do, spit it out?"
"No, honey, I swallowed it. I was too young to know any better, thank goodness. I think I liked it even then. I've been swallowing it ever since and I know I like it now."
"Tell me . . . you know, about the first time."
"There's really not too much to tell. I was already pretty well developed and we were playing our spanking game. We were both completely naked - we always stripped all the way by then. He just put me on the bed and fucked me. He was very gentle and patient, but it still hurt more than it felt good."
"The first time didn't hurt for me," Sarah said.
"Were you still a little girl?"
"Heavens no, it was less than a year ago."
"Okay."
"Don't get mad, Ruth. I didn't mean..."
"I'm not mad, honey." Ruth reached out and squeezed Sarah's hand. Sarah didn't pull back. "Light a couple more smokes."
Ruth crossed her legs Indian fashion, opening her cunt. Sarah stared at the wet slit. The lips were fat and pouty, much fuller than Elaine's. She tore her eyes away and lit the cigarettes, her hand trembling a little when she handed Ruth hers.
"Daddy fucked me regularly after that and it got better and better. It still seems to get better every time."
Sarah felt let down. She had expected a better story-more graphic, more erotic. "Weren't you afraid your mother would come up when you and your father were, uh . . ."
"Fucking," Ruth said.
"Yes, fucking. Weren't you worried that she would catch you?"
"No way. She knows we fuck. She knew we were up here fucking tonight while she waited in the car, but she won't admit it. To catch us in the act would force her to admit it. She couldn't take that. Sometimes I think she gets her jollies knowing we are doing it. My mother is strange, lots of hangups."
Sarah wasn't interested in Ruth's mother's hangups. She was interested in her own hangups, her own desires. "How could your father make you suck him? Didn't you hate it, the first time at least?"
"No. It was a game the first time and I loved it."
"What do you get out of it?"
"Oh, I get plenty. He enjoys it and I enjoy making him happy. It turns me on, too, makes me ready to fuck."
"I don't see how you can do it."
"You've got a lot to learn, honey. It's good, real good, a treat every girl should give her man, and herself. You should try it, Sarah, if you haven't already.
"I haven't and I don't think I could do it."
"Well, that's your loss, honey," Ruth said.
"What does it taste like, Ruth?"
"Not much taste, really. Hot, though. Not heat hot, but spice hot. It leaves a burning sensation in your throat."
"Won't it make you sick?"
"For a girl who says she couldn't do it, you sure are interested in cocksucking. I can tell you it's better than eating pussy."
"Why did you say that?"
"No special reason. But it is.'
"Have you tried it? Eating cunt, I mean."
"Once," Ruth said.
"With Elaine?"
"Yes, with Elaine. She got to you, too, didn't she?"
Sarah hesitated, then said, "Like you-once."
"Sarah, you've been staring at my cunt for a long time. Do you want to kiss it?"
"I'm not queer, if that's what you mean."
"I didn't mean anything and I don't think you're queer." Ruth spread her legs wide, reached down with both hands, and opened her pussy lips. "Take a good look, Sarah, and if you want to kiss it. I don't mind. Do you?"
She was pretty drunk and she knew it. "Yes," she said, "I want to kiss your pussy."
Ruth leaned back, her legs wide open. "Be my guest."
Sarah stretched out on her belly between Ruth's legs and brought her face close. The heady aroma of ripe cunt assailed her nostrils and she liked it, and knew that she was going to do more than kiss it. She reached out with her hands and felt the softness of Ruth's body. Then she slid them up her thighs, across her belly, and up to cup her tits. Her tits were big and soft and the nipples were already standing hard. Ruth wanted it, too, and Sarah knew it. She dropped her lips to the inside of one of Ruth's thighs and started kissing, her fingers pinching Ruth's nipples.
"Oh my God, you're a hot bitch, Sarah! And I called you naive," Ruth moaned and lifted her ass to get her cunt closer to Sarah's lips. "Yes, eat me! For Christ's sake, eat me!"
Sarah kissed lightly at both her thighs and up and around the soft bush of blonde hair. She made the same journey twice before she let her lips slide slowly down into the hair. Her tongue glided the length of her cunt, lightly at first, and then with more pressure. The pussy opened to the eager tongue. It was wet and slippery and Sarah pushed in, her tongue going into Ruth's cunt as far as she could get it.
"Oh, oh, that's good! Goddamn you, Sarah! Good! Good!" Ruth cried. Ruth's hands went down to grab for Sarah's head. Her fingers twined in Sarah's thick, dark hair, pulling them even closer together. "Oh my God, I . . . feels so good . . . had no idea. Honey, honey, I like this!"
The amount of slippery goo in Ruth's cunt was unbelievable. It wasn't all from Ruth, it couldn't be. It was come, man come, Ruth's daddy's come. Sarah sucked the stuff into her mouth, gobs of it, and rolled it in her mouth and then swallowed. She was swallowing the stuff from a man's prick, swallowing it and sucking for more. Ruth's clit protruded hard from the warm folds and Sarah bit it, not hard, but enough to make Ruth jerk.
"Oh fuck, Sarah! Do that some more," Ruth cried.
Sarah took her clit between her teeth and slowly dragged its length. It was unusually large and seemed to quiver and vibrate all by itself. Sarah continued to manipulate it with her teeth.
"I'm coming! Awwww shit, I'm coming!" Ruth screamed. She held Sarah fast by the hair, writhing in the throes of orgasm. "Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, I like that feeling. Good! Oh fuck, that feels good!"
Ruth jerked stiffly for almost a minute and then went limp. She let go of Sarah's hair and pushed her away. "That's enough, baby. Can't take any more," she said.
Sarah pulled back and sat up. She swayed drunkenly, her eyes glazed, her lips and chin wet from Ruth's pussy.
"You know you sucked my daddy's come out of my cunt?" Ruth said.
Sarah smiled dumbly and nodded.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
Again Sarah nodded.
"You'd let him fuck you if he tried, wouldn't you?"
For the third time, Sarah nodded in the affirmative.
"You poor baby," Ruth soothed. "You're so fucking drunk you don't know what you're doing." Ruth sat up and pushed Sarah over, who fell in a heap. She was all but passed out. "I think it was what you wanted to do, though. The booze just let you do it." She got out of bed and tucked Sarah in, patting her cheek lovingly. "We won't make a practice of this, honey, but it sure was good, much better than with Elaine."
Sarah was out cold. She snored softly, a big smile on her lips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day Sarah decided that girl love certainly had its moments, but it was still better with a man. She was a man's woman and intended to have one every chance she got, starting with Ruth's father. Yes, she had to have Ruth's father. Her opportunity came even sooner than she had expected.
Three days after witnessing Ruth and her father fucking, she came home to find him sitting on their couch reading a magazine. "Oh! Mr. Van Arsdale," she said when he turned and looked at her. "I was startled. I didn't expect anyone here."
"I'm sorry. Ruth gave me a key in case of emergency. I shouldn't have come in when no one was here, but I expect Ruth to be home soon."
"Don't be silly. It's perfectly all right. But Ruth won't be home until midnight. She has the late shift the rest of the week."
"Perhaps I'd better trot along then. I can catch her another time."
"Must you?" Sarah said quickly. "I, I was hoping you'd stay and have a drink with me."
"An excellent idea," said Drew Van Arsdale, getting to his feet. "I'll do the honors. What will you have?"
"Whiskey, just a little water, and ice, Mr. Van Arsdale."
"Call me Drew."
"I'd rather call you daddy," Sarah said.
"Fine. Excellent," Drew said. "I like that, Sarah."
"I'll change out of this uniform while you fix the drinks."
She went into the bedroom and kicked off her shoes, the excitement already stirring in her belly. She removed her stockings, unzipped her dress, and called, "Bring it in here, Daddy. I need it." When she heard his footsteps in the hall, she started pulling her dress over her head.
Drew stopped in the doorway, a drink in each hand, and watched the young woman's body come into view. God she was even better than he had hoped! Not quite as voluptuous as his blonde, blue-eyed daughter, but Ruth was maybe a little too full bodied, at least for some tastes.
Sarah pulled the dress off. Holding it in her hands, her hair tousled, she looked at the man in the doorway and grinned. "Hi, Daddy," she said, her eyes sparkling.
Drew smiled back, knowing that something else sparkled, something that was tightly snuggled inside her panties. She was seducing him and he had no intention of stopping her. He walked over to where she stood and held out her glass.
"You have lovely dark eyes, Sarah," he said.
Sarah took the glass, lifted it to her lips, and half emptied it without stopping. He had followed her instructions and used very little water. It almost took her breath away and burned all the way down, but it was good.
"Sit on the bed while I slip something on," she said, when she had regained her breath. "It's too warm for a bra, don't you think?"
"Definitely," Drew said and sat on the bed.
She drained her glass and put it on the bedside table. The liquor buzzed in her head, her excitement pounding between her legs. "Unhook it," she said, turning her back to him.
When the clasp came free, she turned to face him and let the bra fall slowly off her tits, down her arms, and to the floor. She had full, conical tits, and dark nipples. The nipples were large and already standing firm from her excitement.
"Ahhh, that feels good," she said.
"Looks good, too," Drew said.
"Really? Do you like them?" she said, arching her back to make her tits look even larger.
"They are gorgeous."
Sarah flushed. "Light me a cigarette," she said. Drew took a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. She was a fantastic young woman, built far better than he had ever imagined. And she was on the make. He reached up and placed the smoke between her lips, his cock hard and bulging in his trousers.
She took a deep drag. "I'll slip something on and we can go and get another drink. I really do want another drink." The smoke came from her mouth in little wisps as she spoke.
She went to the closet and selected a filmy robe. It was a smokey black, terribly sheer, and came almost to the floor. She pulled it tightly across her stomach and cinched the belt. Her tits strained at the garment, her nipples stiff.
"Let's go get that drink," she said and reached out for his hand.
She pulled and he came onto his feet. "Are you going to kiss me?" she said. He didn't answer, but kissed her, kissed her long and hard. Sarah had never been kissed like that by an older man, certainly not one as old as her father, but she liked it and found it more stimulating than any kiss she had ever had. "Ooooh, God, Drew, do it again." He kissed her again, his hands sliding down her back to grip both her ass cheeks.
She held her mouth against his for almost a minute, then put her hands against his chest and pushed away. "Take off my panties," she said.
Drew unknotted her belt, spread her robe open, and put his fingers in the waist of her panties. He pushed down slowly, watching the dark, curly hair come into view. Sarah stood watching his face and let him push them on down her thighs. He went to his knees to push them to the floor. She stepped free and stood with her legs apart, her hands on her hips.
"Kiss me," she said.
"Where? Here?" he asked and pressed his lips to her fuzzy crotch.
"Yesss, there," Sarah hissed, arching her back to press herself to his face. "Kiss it, kiss it! I'm so hot."
Drew was soon sitting between her legs, his face straight up, his tongue inside her cunt.
Sarah panted for breath and hunched down against his face. It was so much more exciting to have a man's face between her legs, a man's tongue inside her pussy. She was about to come, but she didn't want to come yet. Or did she? God, yes! Yes, yes, yes, she was coming. She grabbed his head and pulled him against her tighter.
"Oh, honey, don't stop!" she cried, "I'm going to come. Awww, fuck it, I'm coming. Daddy, I'm coming!"
Drew kept sucking, his tongue riding hard against her clit, until she went limp and slumped to the floor. She sat in front of him, smiling happily. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. She could taste her pussy on his lips and drew in his tongue to taste more.
"I liked that," she said after several deep kisses. "Unzip your pants and let me see your cock."
Drew grinned. He unbuckled his belt, undid the button, and unzipped. His cock was good and stiff and with some difficulty he got it out of his fly. Sarah gave a delighted little gasp and reached out to encircle his prick with her hand. Drew smiled again. He had expected at least token resistance from the young lady. But not only had gotten none, but he was the seducee, not the seducer. He leaned back on his hands and let her masturbate him.
"I like that," he said. "I've always liked it when a girl plays with my prick."
Sarah's eyes sparkled, her lust growing. "I saw Ruth suck your cock after you fucked her," she said. "I'm going to suck it before you fuck me. And I'm going to make you come." She bent down and took his naked cock head into her mouth.
"Gently, my dear, gently," Drew said, putting his hand against the back of her head. He wanted her to suck him off, even if he couldn't get it up again. And he wanted to be sure she didn't pull away. There would be other times to fuck her, anytime he wanted, most likely.
Sarah knew instantly that she liked sucking a man's cock. The taste was salty at first, but that soon went away. She bathed the fat, crimson cock knob with her saliva, letting her tongue slide up and down the backside. He moaned with pleasure, exciting her all the more.
"Yes, my dear, suck it, suck it good," he sighed, pressing lightly at the back of her head. "I may not get it back up if you go all the way. I'm not quite the man I used to be and you're so luscious, young. Ahhhh, that's so good, Sarah. You must have done this many times, you're so expert."
Sarah shook her head.
"No, not many times?" he said.
She lifted up, but held his prick firmly in her hand. "It's my first time," she said. Looking back down she saw his cock was drooling a clear liquid Her lips puckered to suck the stuff up. It was salty.
"Unbelievable! Your first time? Yes, Sarah, yes, like that. Suck at the end. Ahhh, wonderful. Masturbate the cock shaft when you want me to come, but keep sucking, don't stop, draw me out."
Sarah went down on his prick, almost gagging. She let her fingers slide into the opening in his pants to tickle lightly at his fat balls. Her mouth began to tire, so she concentrated on the cock knob with her lips and tongue while she slowly stroked up and down the long shaft. After a minute or so of this, Drew was squirming.
"I'm close, honey," he said, holding her head with both hands. "I'm ready to come and I want you to take it all. Suck me dry! Oh, Oh, my God, yes, yes! I'm coming!" He hunched into her and his cock started spurting. A big gob came out first, followed by several smaller spurts.
Sarah felt his come in her mouth more than she tasted it, and swallowed. It hadn't felt hot in her mouth, yet it burned going down her throat, burned all the way to her stomach. She pulled on his cock furiously, sucking to get all he had, continuing well after he was empty. When she finally raised her head, his eyes were closed, he was breathing hard.
"Did you like it?" she asked.
"I loved it," she said.
"Take your clothes off and get on the bed."
Quickly he was lying nude on his back. His cock lay limply across one leg, leaking a thin, watery liquid. Sarah bent over him and sucked the come from his leg and cock.
"You're marvelous, absolutely marvelous," he sighed.
She sat on the bed beside him. "Did you think I was this easy when I first moved in with Ruth?"
"I didn't know, but I hoped you were. I knew the moment I saw you that I had to have you. I'd have raped you if you didn't consent."
"I consented, though, didn't I?"
"God, you almost raped me!"
Sarah laughed aloud. "I would have if you hadn't consented."
"But I consented,' he said, laughing, too.
"Yes, but you still have to fuck me." She held his cock in her hand.
"You'll have to stimulate me," he said.
"I will," she said. "Tell me how you started with Ruth."
"God, that seems so long ago. She was such an adorable little girl, but sexy even then. I wanted her long before I first molested her. Goddamn, it was so stimulating to hold my little girl on my lap with my hand under her dress and rub the tips of my fingers up and down her tiny, hairless slit. She would squirm and moan and open her legs and tell me how good it felt. And when she started getting hair, it was so soft and fine and grew so quickly. She's very hairy around her cunt-unusual for a true blonde." His eyes were wide, alive, almost wild as he spoke. They were dancing like they must have years before when he had fondled his young daughter.
"And then she would reach into my pants and grasp my prick with her smooth little fingers and peel the skin back slow and easy." He looked down and saw he was hard. Sarah looked too and took his cock in her smooth little hand and peeled him back slow and easy. "Ooooh, Jesus, that feels good," she sighed.
Sarah masturbated him slowly, the need for his cock inside her growing. "Was she tight the first time you fucked her?"
"Yes, tight, but not as tight as you might imagine. She was hot and ready, even then, and I went in surprisingly easily. She took my whole prick the very first time."
"I'll take your whole cock the first time, too" she rolled onto her back beside him. "Get on me and fuck me."
Drew moved on top of Sarah and, holding himself up at arms length, looked down at the luscious girl beneath him. She was so young, her skin so smooth, her flesh so vibrant. She lay with her legs open. The black hair was thick on her pussy mound and bristled when she reached down and spread her cunt lips open with her fingers, revealing the glistening, ruby pussy waiting for his cock.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
"God, you adorable little whore! You're exquisite, absolutely exquisite," he said, holding his cock in his fingers. He slid the hard cock knob back and forth in her open cunt and they both moaned.
"Oh goddamn, put it in, honey," she cried, squirming. "I'm really gonna like this."
"Me, too" Drew said and pushed against her wet cunt.
Her cunt opened to the pressure and his fat cockhead slid inside immediately. She was tighter than he had expected, though, and the rest of his cock went in slowly. He grunted.
Sarah opened herself more and lifted her ass from the bed, pushing against him until his entire prick was buried inside her cunt. She hunched hard against him, mashing their hair against hair, and let her pussy close tight around his cock.
"Ooooooh, shit, but you're tight. Goddamn, not like this since my little Ruth so many years ago," he exclaimed.
Sarah smiled and let her fingernails scrape softly down his back until they reached the cleft of his ass. Then she ran them the length of the furrow and across his asshole.
"Your cock is so big, Drew, it feels so good, so fucking good in there," she sighed, gripping his ass cheeks to pull him even deeper. "Now move it, if you can, you old fucker. Fuck my ass off! Make me scream for mercy." She knew he couldn't do that, no man could fuck her that hard. She knew she could take all he had to give and still want more.
"Mmmmmm, good," she murmured, as his long, hard prick moved inside her, her hips undulating in rhythm with his thrusts, all the while squeezing his cock tighter and tighter with her contracting cunt.
"God, lady, you're killing me!" Drew cried. "You're so tight, like a little girl, a virgin. So much
tighter than Ruth."
He felt the first tickle in his nuts and gasped, "Oh God, honey, I'll never satisfy you, never. I'm there already. Don't want to stop, can't stop, feels too good, gotta come, gotta come. Aw shit, baby; you're too much woman . . . I'm, I'm coming!"
A shuddering thrill raced up his spine and his come thundered through his prick and spilled into her cunt. He continued thrusting, milking gob after gob of goo from the end of his prick. When at last he went dry, he lay on top of her heavily, his breath coming in short, urgent gasps.
"Don't pull out yet. I was so close, so damn close," Sarah cried.
"I'm sorry, honey, just couldn't stop," Drew gasped, trying vainly to continue thrusting. His prick softened rapidly, although it remained inside her cunt.
Sarah tried to tighten around him, hold him in place, but his cock was too wet and slippery and she could feel it sliding out. "Oh shit, your prick's slipping out!" she cried.
"Sorry," he said again when his cock came free and hung limply between her legs.
Sarah squeezed her legs together, pressing his cock between her soft thighs. "Ooooh, it's so wet and sticky," she cried, "but I like it, anyway. Even wet and sticky, even soft. It feels nice between my legs."
"You are the hottest young cunt I've ever seen," he said.
"Hotter than Ruth?"
"Yes, hotter than Ruth, and that's saying something!"
"I like your cock," Sarah said, rolling his soft prick with her thighs. "I wish it would get hard again. I really think I could fuck all night."
"Unfortunately, I can't," he said and rolled off of her and onto his back.
Sarah sat up and quickly bent over his crotch. Lifting his cock in her fingers she drew it into her mouth and sucked hungrily.
"Even that won't work now I'm afraid I'm finished for the night," Drew said.
She continued sucking until she was convinced that he was completely wiped out. "I could be angry with you, you know," she said and proceeded to straddle his face, a knee on either side of his head. "I think you'd better kiss it and make up."
Drew lay motionless for several minutes, his eyes fixed on the messy cunt above him.
"Just a little kiss. Please kiss it, honey, in spite of what's in there. Please, honey, I want you to. Please."
Drew gripped her rigid thighs and raised his face to her crotch and kissed her pussy lightly. It was only a peck, yet Sarah moaned loudly. He marveled at the girl's sensuality and kissed her again, this time a little harder.
"Oh fuck, honeeeeeeeel" she gasped and grabbed his head in both hands and pulled his face tight against her mushy cunt. "Aw, darling, baby, my cunt is full of your come, kiss it, kiss it. Oh, God, suck it!"
Drew opened his lips and let his tongue slide up into her pussy. He tongue fucked for a moment
and then he pressed his lips tightly against her, sucking, sucking, sucking.
"Qooooh shit! Suck it, baby, yessssss . . . suck it all out!" Sarah cried.
She hunched against his face while he sucked and. licked at her slimy cunt. He sucked on her distended clit and nibbled at the pea like knob, sending Sarah into ecstasy. Her much-needed orgasm loomed close, closer, and then exploded inside her pussy.
"Awwww, fuck, Drew, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Coming, coming, so good, so fucking good." She swayed above him, on the verge of blacking out. "Don't stop, don't stop. Keep me coming. So good it hurts." She jerked and gave a little moan, mumbling for him to stop and toppled over, almost falling off the bed.
Drew grabbed her and pulled her close. "Are you okay?" he said.
"Yes . . . okay," she mumbled.
"You scared me," he said. "You really came hard, didn't you?"
"Never harder, never. God, I wanta sleep now, gotta sleep, jus' gotta," she whispered and passed out.
Drew put her to bed and snapped out the light. He took a quick shower before he left, glad that Ruth hadn't come home while he was with Sarah. It had been a splendid evening, one that he would long remember. Sarah had to be the hottest young girl he had ever encountered, and there had been quite a few over the years after his daughter had stimulated his appetite for young cunt. He'd had a few more-mature women who were as hot, but never anyone under thirty.
He left the apartment a satiated and satisfied man.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sarah slid onto the bar stool and ordered a Scotch and water. Lighting a cigarette, she glanced around the bar, but her eyes weren't yet accustomed to the subdued light and she gave up. When her drink arrived, she drank it quickly and ordered another. She was sure she was drinking too much, but it tasted so good and she enjoyed the feeling it gave her. It lowered any inhibitions she had left and made her feel sexy. She liked feeling sexy, but that cast serious doubts upon her moral character. She was certain that she was oversexed, the other night had proven it.
Sarah tingled when she thought of Ruth's father. She wasn't particularly wild about the old gent, but he sure knew how to service a girl. If she hadn't passed out she was sure she could have gotten him up enough to fuck her again. One thing was certain: she would let him fuck her again, anytime he wanted.
Her mother had lied to her and she resented it. Mamma had drummed into her that sex was evil, ugly, something that a woman submitted to with her husband only when she couldn't weasel out of it. She felt very sorry for her poor daddy. He probably hadn't had a good fuck in his whole life, at least not as good as she could give him. She reddened at her last thought. Mama said that sex was for men and that only a man enjoyed such a nasty act. Sarah giggled aloud at such an absurd statement.
A man had taken the stool beside her and he leaned against her. "A penny for your thoughts," he said.
Sarah looked at him quickly, embarrassed that she had laughed aloud. "What . . . what did you say?"
"Oh, isn't a penny enough?" he said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
He grinned knowingly. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I don't even know you," she said curtly.
"Do you always know a man before you. . . Hey, I'm not a cop, you're safe." He was dressed expensively, was thirty, maybe thirty-five. "How much?" he said.
"How much?" she repeated dumbly, not understanding what he meant.
She saw that he was brazenly looking down the front of her blouse, the blouse that she has purposely worn without a bra because it revealed so much of her sweet titties. Then it suddenly dawned on her, struck like a bolt of lightning, actually, that the man thought she was a whore and was asking how much she would charge for a fuck! She looked away and stared straight ahead in an effort to regain her composure. She was trembling wildly inside.
"Playing hard to get, huh, trying to drive the price up. You gals are all alike. I knew you wouldn't be cheap, honey, not a looker like you," he said, letting his hand rest on her thigh.
As suddenly as she had become excited, Sarah cooled down and realized she was in command. "I'm not playing anything," she said, "I'm waiting for friends." She lifted his hands from her leg and dropped it in his lap.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, turning to the bar. "My mistake."
The blood was pounding in her temples again. "But they're late, so I might let you buy me one drink," she said quickly. He thinks I'm a whore, she thought, God, how exciting!
He looked at her cautiously. "You're sure?" he asked.
"I'm sure," she said.
Actually, she was waiting for Ruth, who wanted to show off her new boyfriend. "The guy I'm going to marry," she had told Sarah. Sarah wouldn't understand how Ruth could be so sure so quickly, but then Ruth was a girl of snap decisions.
The drinks came and Sarah put hers down quickly. The man ordered her another and suggested they sit in a booth.
He slid into the booth beside her and said, "Am I out of line to ask how much?"
"No," she said, taking his hand in hers and placing it on her thigh. "But I'm here to meet friends today and I don't want to talk business. I'll only say that I'm expensive."
"Honey, with your looks I knew you'd be expensive," he said, his hand finding its way under her skirt. His finger tips dropped between her thighs and started slowly upward.
Sarah moved her legs apart to give him access. She wouldn't have believed that such a situation could excite her so. She wondered how much he would be willing to pay and if it was always this easy. Why in the hell was she working her ass off at the hospital? She could quit her job, get married to Barry, and. . . Jesus, it would be such fun-doubly so if she were married - to come in here, or a place like it, and pick up a guy for money. God, she could put Barry through law school and he'd be none the wiser if she was careful.
The man's hand was at the fringe of her panties now. It tickled and thrilled her and she knew her excitement showed. Her legs were wide open for him, but it didn't matter anymore. She knew she would let him fuck her if Ruth didn't show up. Goddamn, why did fucking Ruth have to be coming? Sarah turned her head and let him kiss her, her hand on his fly. She got the zipper down and her hand inside.
"God, let's go get a room," he said.
"I told you I can't, not this afternoon." She had his cock out. It was big and hard. It still thrilled her just to have a guy's cock in her hand and feel the hardness, the throbbing, the heat pressing against her palm. "Oooooh, yes," she cried softly; lifting her ass a little, "push your finger in my pussy. Yes, yes, I like that. God, you're making me so hot."
"Come on, let's go. I've got to fuck you," he said.
"I want you to fuck me, but . . . shit, I can't, I shouldn't. I'm expecting friends."
"To hell with your friends. Let's get the hell out of here. Name your price, baby."
"Uh, a hundred," she blurted. "Jesus!" the man gasped. "For how long?" "As long as you like."
"All night?"
"Yes," Sarah said, just as she saw Ruth come in the door. "Oh, shit, there's my friends."
"Let's get out of here," he said, stuffing his cock into his pants.
"I can't, she's seen me."
"For Christ's sake, make an excuse. Tell her I'm an old friend, tell her anything, but let's go fuck. I'm wild for you."
"I can't, I really can't," Sarah said, getting a sudden, perverse thrill out of putting him off.
"I'll make it a hundred and a half," he said. "No, I can't, not today," she said, "but I'll meet you here tomorrow . . . no, I'm busy tomorrow. Make it the day after about four o'clock. I'll spend the whole night with you."
"Goddammit!" he swore. "I don't know if I can make it then."
Sarah slid out of the booth, letting her skirt ride up to her crotch. She sat for an instant and let him ogle her marvelous legs, then stood up and smoothed down her skirt. "Well, I guess that's your loss," she said.
"Day after tomorrow, then. I'll be here," he said angrily.
She blew him a kiss. "I'll see You then - all of you," she said and walked away.
She walked across the bar and slid into the booth with Ruth and her man.
"Well, who's the man?" Ruth said. "Just a friend, uh, of my father's. We were talking until you arrived. You're late."
"Sorry dear. Your friend is leaving and he looks mad."
"1 didn't notice," Sarah said. "Well, are you going to introduce me?"
"This is David," Ruth said with adoration. "My David. Right?"
"You couldn't be righter," David said and slipped his arm around her and kissed her. They held it for a long time.
"Boy, what a couple of lovebirds," Sarah said. "David popped the question tonight and I accepted. Just look," Ruth said, and held out her hand.
Sarah surveyed the generous hunk of ice on Ruth's finger. "Wow, is all I can say to that". Sarah said.
"I think we should have a toast to it," David said. He signaled the waitress and ordered a round of doubles.
They held up their glasses. "A toast to Ruth and men," David said. Ruth drained hers, David drank sparingly, and Sarah drank even less. Sarah already felt fine and didn't want to spoil it. David ordered another round. Ruth drank too fast again, and again David reordered.
"Slow down, honey," Sarah said, laying her hand on Ruth's. "You don't want to get sloshed."
"This is a big night for me. I'm gonna get drunk," Ruth said, tipping up her glass again.
Ruth got drunk quickly, gushing and fawning over David. David returned her affection at first, but gradually turned his attention more and more to Sarah. Sarah was feeling no pain, yet noticed David's performance. It was a performance, she decided, and it convinced her that her thought that he seemed shifty was justified.
"Let's go where we can dance," Ruth said, "I feel like dancing." She looked at Sarah. "Are you sober enough to drive? She's got my Caddy. It's a little present from my daddy."
Sarah smiled inwardly, knowing how Ruth had gotten it, even if it was from her own daddy.
"Let's have another round first," David said.
"Okay, but I gotta pee," Ruth said.
When Ruth and Sarah returned from the ladies room, David maneuvered Ruth in first and then himself, putting a girl on each side. He slid his hand inside Ruth's blouse and cupped one of her gorgeous tits.
"How do you feel, honey?" he asked.
"I feel great," Ruth said. "Love you so much, David."
"I love you, too," David said and kissed her. Sarah sat and watched them neck, David feeling her tits all the while. A tacky thing to do, she thought, brazenly feeling her in public while he tells her how much he loves her.
They finished the fresh round and David ordered another. "Drink up, baby," David said to Ruth.
"Are you trying to get her drunk?" Sarah said.
"She wants to get drunk," David said.
"She's already drunk."
"Yeah, I guess she is."
Ruth was leaning heavily against David, her eyes glassy and almost shut. Her blouse was half open and one nipple was completely exposed.
Sarah lifted her glass and then felt David's hand on her thigh. She took a long drink before pushing his hand off. It made her tingle.
"Ruth has told me a great deal about you, Sarah," David said, putting his hand back on her knee.
"Exactly what has she told you about me?"
"Oh, many things." His hand slid higher, under her skirt.
"I think Ruth's best friend should give me a little kiss. Afterall, we're celebrating."
Sarah looked at Ruth, saw that she no longer could see what was going on, and let him kiss her. She knew she shouldn't, but the situation was exciting. His hand was half way up her thigh.
The kiss was long and wet, his tongue going deep into her mouth. In the heat of the kiss, she let her legs open and his hand quickly cupped her pussy.
"God, what did she tell you?" Sarah said.
"She said you liked men."
"I do, but I'm not sure you're a man," Sarah said, laying her hand on David's crotch.
"Put your hand inside and find out."
Sarah knew it was madness. It was terrible and disloyal to her best friend, yet she got his zipper down and slid her hand inside his pants. His cock war hard, not too big, but hot and throbbing and hard. She pulled it out and let the rubbery thing slide inside her hand. It still thrilled her to jack a guy off, but she knew it wasn't enough anymore.
"You're a dirty, rotten, sonofabitch, David," she said.
"I know it. But so are you," he said and pushed a finger all the way into her cunt.
"Oh, God," Sarah moaned, "this is madness." She hunched against his intruding finger.
David let his finger slide slowly inside Sarah's wet cunt while she stroked on his prick. "Let's go somewhere, Sarah. I want to fuck you," he said.
"Shit, David, what about . . ."
Ruth suddenly sat bolt upright, her eyes wide open. "Oh God, honey, I think I'm going to be sick!" she cried.
"We'd better get her outside," Sarah said. "Shit! Fucking goddamn shit!" David said. David tucked his cock back in his pants and they took Ruth out to the parking lot. She was so drunk she couldn't walk a step. The evening air was cool and her sickness passed quickly-instead, she passed-out cold. They got her into David's car and stretched her out on the back seat. Her blouse was completely open now and both her gorgeous tits to be seen.
"She is really built," David said. "And she's not wearing any underwear." He lifted her skirt, revealing her fluffy, blonde cunt.
"David, you're a real asshole," Sarah said. David slammed the car door shit and turned to Sarah. He pulled her close and said, "Now where were we, baby?"
"I think I'd better be going home," Sarah said. "Aw, baby, the evening's young. Let's go and have another drink."
"I've had enough. I don't want to end up dumped in the back seat of a car like Ruth."
"Okay, but let's go somewhere and dance. I'm a terrific dancer.
"Modest, too," Sarah said. "No, I don't want you to leave Ruth out here in the car alone. You'd better take her home and put her to bed."
"Okay. You follow us and we can use your bedroom."
"No. I'm, uh, going to stay at my parents home tonight. They're expecting me," Sarah lied.
"Playjng hard to get, now, huh?" he said, holding her tight.
Sarah pushed against his chest. He was stronger than he looked. "I've had second thoughts. Just let me go."
"Let's get in the car and discuss it."
"It isn't fair to Ruth. I'm not interested anymore."
"We'll just talk. I need to talk."
It was against her better judgement, but Sarah got into the front seat with him. They talked for a while but David kept moving closer until his arm was around her and they were kissing. Sarah gave in for a moment, some of her excitement returning, but finally pulled away and looked quickly into the back seat. Ruth was sleeping soundly.
"God, David, no," she said, but let him kiss her again. It was a long, wet kiss and they exchanged tongues, Sarah's jerking in and out of his mouth rapidly.
He opened her blouse and pushed down her skimpy, little uplift bra. "God, your tits are gorgeous, he said and sucked a nipple into his mouth. It hardened quickly.
"David, David, we can't do this" Sarah moaned, her hand on his crotch. She squeezed his hard cock through his pants. "We've got to think of Ruth."
"I can't. All I can think of is you. I've got to have you, Sarah, I've gotta. I'll think about Ruth later."
"You prick," Sarah snorted. "Kiss the other one."
She got his cock out while he sucked on her tits. I'll jack him off so he can't fuck me, she thought, that won't hurt Ruth. She slowly stroked his prick, thrusting her tits against his face. Her legs opened to his hand and he was inside her panties again. She moaned softly, her hand slowing on his cock, when his finger started its wonderful motion in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, God, that feels nice. You're making me so hot," Sarah cried.
"Let's fuck, Sarah. I gotta fuck you."
"Aw shit, David, I want to fuck, too"' Sarah moaned, her eyes darting to Ruth in the back seat. Ruth stirred, her eyes opening for an instant. "Fuck me, David, fuck me. Can we do it here in the front seat?"
"It's pretty cramped here. Let's go over to Ruth's Caddy."
"I don't want to wait, David. I want it here, now!"
Actually it was doubly exciting to fuck with Ruth in the back seat. She told herself that was the reason she was doing it, for the perversity. She wouldn't let him fuck her, otherwise, she told herself.
Sarah lifted up and pushed her panties past her knees and let them fall to the floor. Then she lifted her skirt. "Push the seat back and open the door. I'll let my feet stick out. Don't take off your pants, just get your cock in me. Oh God, fuck me, David! I need it so."
She was in a frenzy now, wild for a cock, any cock, even her best friend's fiance's cock. Ruth wouldn't know, it couldn't hurt her. Maybe it would make David truer to her if he got it out of his system. "Hurry, David, hurry!" she cried.
He got the seat back and the door open. Sarah I was quickly prone, her legs open. "Goddamn, you're the hottest cunt I ever saw," David said, easing himself on top of her. It took a moment to adjust himself to the steering wheel.
"Hurry, honey," Sarah gasped, her hand grasping for his cock. She found it, and in spite of their awkward position guided his prick quickly and smoothly into her pussy. She felt his cock knob spread her lips and pop into her cunt. She gasped loudly, "Good, good, feels good!"
She felt him push his prick in slowly; the feeling was so good it was almost monstrous. She hadn't realized how much she had wanted to fuck until his prick opened her pussy up. It had been four days since Ruth's father fucked her and all she could think of was that that had been four days too many. She needed to fuck every single day
"I love this, I love fucking!" she cried. "Fuck me, David, make me come, make me come so hard that I cry. Fuck me, lover, fuck me. Faster, harder!"
He had his cock all the way in her pussy and was pumping rapidly. Her cunt closed bard on his prick and sucked furiously at him. He gave a sharp cry, a quick jerk, and started squirting his juice into her pussy.
"I'm coming, Sarah, I can't stop!" he cried.
"Oh no! Not yet, darling. . . please, more more! Fuck me some more, honey, I'm so close!"
David tried, but his prick went limp rapidly and started slipping out.
"No, David, goddamn no! I didn't come yet," Sarah wailed.
"You're too damn hot for me and too tight. I couldn't help it, you made me come." His cock was all the way out and he raised up as much as he could. His cock leaked come onto Sarah's legs.
"Oh, David, how could you? I wanted to come so bad," she cried, real tears rolling down her cheeks. "For God's sake, you can get off me now. You can't do me any good in that condition." Her hurt had turned to anger.
David worked his way out from under the wheel and stood beside the car. Sarah scooped up her panties and got out the other side.
"I'm sorry, Sarah, I couldn't help it," David whined.
"Oh, shut up. Take Ruth home and put her to bed. You should have fucked her, she wouldn't have known the difference in her condition."
David was angry now, too, and got in the car and slammed his door. "Shut the fucking door, you ball-busting bitch," he snapped.
Sarah started to reply but stopped herself and shoved the door closed. David roared the engine and took off, his tires squealing loudly.
Sarah realized that much of her anger was aimed at herself. She was ashamed that she had betrayed her best friend for a fast fuck that she could have gotten anywhere. And she was angry with David because he was a disloyal, cheating, sonofabitch, as well as a lousy fuck. Adding to her frustration was at not getting her rocks off. She was a miserable young lady and started to cry and ran blindly to Ruth's new Caddy.
She stood by the car until she regained her self control, dried her eyes, climbed in, and started the car. It purred like a kitten. She loved the magnificent car and, recalling the incident earlier that evening in the bar, realized that she could have one of her own without marrying that jerk Barry to get it. She lifted her skirt and looked at her naked cunt. Yes, the answer was right there between her legs. She wiped the wet spot where David had leaked on her leg with her panties and threw them on the floor.
She put the car in gear and then remembered she couldn't go to the apartment. David would probably still be there and she never wanted to see the worthless bastard again. She'd told him she was going to her parents' house, so she guessed she would. She'd been wanting to tell her mother off for a long time only she hadn't had the nerve. Well, now she had the nerve. She was just drunk enough to do it. The old bitch had been barely civil to her ever since she had moved out.
"I'll just go home and tell the old bitch off," she said aloud and shoved the Caddy into gear.
CHAPTER NINE
Sarah pulled into the driveway and went into the house quickly. She was steaming mad and wanted to get on with it before she lost her nerve. Her father was sitting on the couch reading and was already in his pajamas. She gave a quick glance at her watch. God, it was after eleven o'clock!
"Hi, darlin'! What brings you home at this hour?" Herb Bennett said.
"Where's the old . . . where's mom?" Sarah snorted.
"Honey, you know she isn't home."
"I didn't know."
"She's gone to her sister's for a few days. I told you that on the phone day before yesterday."
"Oh, I forgot," Sarah said, the steam suddenly gone.
"Well, gosh, come on in, anyway, I'm glad to see you. What did you want to see her about?"
"Nothing important, Dad," Sarah said meekly. She really loved her dad and suddenly realized how she must look. "I . . . I really can't stay."
"Oh, come on in. You can stay for a few minutes." Then he noticed that her hair was mussed, her skirt too short, her heels too high, her blouse too tight and unbuttoned more than half way. Her luscious tits were plainly in view. He swallowed hard. She wasn't the same daughter who had left home only a short time ago. This girl looked too. . . uh, too sexy. Sarah had moved away shy and innocent and was now she was a woman of the world.
"You've been drinking," he said.
"How could you tell?" Sarah said, giggling.
"The way you look, your eyes, and the slur in your speech."
Sarah saw the bottle of bourbon and half filled glass on the end table beside her daddy and pointed an accusing finger. "Daddy, you've been drinking, too. You know mamma doesn't allow liquor in the house.
"Mamma isn't here now, goddammit," he snapped in a rare display of temper. "I'm sorry, Sarah."
"That's okay, Daddy. You know, that's the first time I ever heard you swear. I kind of like it. You're attractive when you're angry."
"Don't put me on, honey. Come over here and tell me what you've been doing."
She went to the couch and sat beside him. "I really shouldn't-you'd be shocked."
"Have you been doing things you shouldn't? Naughty things?"
"I don't think they're naughty but you and mamma would."
"I'm sure mamma would. Your blouse is unbuttoned."
"It's okay, I'm wearing a bra," she said and opened her blouse wide. The sheer net bra barely covered her nipples and was so close to transparent that it didn't need to.
He knew he should scold her and tell her to button up and act like a lady, but he didn't. He just stared.
"Can I have a drink of your whiskey? I'm almost sober."
"Do you drink a lot?" he asked and handed her the half-filled glass.
"Yes," she answered. "Do you?"
"Not usually, but sometimes."
Herb Bennett was seeing his daughter as he had never imagined-and more of her, too! He couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. He was glad Clara was gone. She would have been in hysterics.
Sarah tipped up the glass, thrusting out her tits more than necessary. She took one good swallow and handed it back to Herb.
"Have one with me," she said.
He drained the glass. "I needed that, Sarah. I've never seen you like this before!"
"Or as much of me," she said and pulled off her blouse. It fluttered to the floor, followed quickly by her bra.
"Sarah, my God!" he croaked.
"It's okay, you're my Daddy. I'm sure you've seen me completely naked before."
"Yes, but you were just a little girl."
"I'm a big girl now. Do you like my tits, Dad?"
"I . . . I . . . yes, they're," he stammered, but didn't finish.
He knew he should chastise her and make her stop, but he didn't want her to stop. He was afraid that if he said anything, anything at all, she would quit acting the way she was acting. He felt his cock hardening in his pajamas.
"I need another drink," he said.
"Me, too," Sarah said. "I like being drunk, not too drunk, but a little drunk."
"It's a good feeling," he said and filled the tumbler.
He quickly drank half, feeling feelings he knew he shouldn't be feeling. He should have been disgusted, should have demanded that Sarah get her clothing back on and leave immediately and never come back! Instead, he handed her the half glass of whiskey.
Sarah took another swig and decided she'd had enough. She didn't want to get too drunk. Her glow was perfect-she felt free and happy, completely uninhibited, and gloriously horny. And her daddy was interested, she could tell.
"Finish it, Dad, and catch up with me. I feel marvelously drunk. Do you really like my tits, I mean really?" She lifted them with her palms and rolled the hard nipples between thumbs and fore-fingers, her confidence in his male weakness growing.
"Yes," he said and drained the glass.
He could really feel the liquor now and it helped. His inhibitions were slipping away, increasing his desire for the forbidden. He watched her roll her hard nipples, wanting to do it himself.
Sarah looked into his eyes, saw the lust, and realized what had been on her mind ever since Ruth first told her about her incest with Drew. She had already jacked-off more than one man, why not her daddy? Or why not give him even more? He must need it being married to mom.
"Would you like to feel my tits, Daddy?" she said, cautioning herself to go slowly. His reaction so far was the exact opposite of what she had expected, but it could change if she rushed things.
She didn't realize that the outcome had already been determined. She could go as fast or slow as she wanted, it would make no difference to her father. He would go along.
Herb Bennet hesitated, tried to reason with himself and regain his sanity, but he couldn't. All he could think of was sex and this luscious young woman, this cunt who was exposing herself to him So it was his own daughter, so what? At that moment, he wasn't positive that he hadn't wanted her sexually for a long, long time.
He remembered walking by her half open door and stopping to watch her undress. It had given him a hard-on and he had carefully watched for a repeat performance but it had never happened again. He remembered how, when she was almost a mature woman, he had actually gone outside and looked in the window when he knew she was bathing. He got a hard then, too, and had felt terribly ashamed.
But he didn't feel ashamed now, and the word incest was rolling enticingly through his mind. His cock grew harder. He reached out, his hands trembling, and laid them softly on her tits.
She took her hand away and let him feel. "Do my tits feel good, Daddy? Are they nice and soft? Rub the nipples, make them harder."
"Oh, God, Sarah, baby, they feel wonderful," he said, his fingers pinching the nipples, timidly at first, then with more pressure.
"Oooooh, I like that, do it more!" Sarah cried. She was glad the evening had worked out the way it had because she was really ready now. She wanted a fuck as badly as she ever had and her own daddy would take good care of her. He would play with her, excite her, and then fuck her.
"Do you have a hard-on, Daddy?" she asked. She didn't wait for him to answer before she put her hand on the front of his pajamas. He was hard, God, he was hard, and much bigger than she had expected, bigger than Drew! It seemed funny that a girl rarely even thought of her daddy as having a cock, let alone a big, hard one. She could wait no longer, with mounting excitement, she reached inside and clutched his pulsing prick.
Her
father sat transfixed, unable to move, to speak, unable to stop her. "Baby, baby, my little Sarah baby," he finally moaned.
She held his cock tightly and drew it from the front of his pajamas and stared at the big, gorgeous prick protruding from her fist. It was uncircimcised, the head almost completely covered with the thick foreskin.
"I want to see it naked," Sarah cried and rolled the skin down slowly until it was stretched tight, then brought it all the way up, then down, then up, then down...
"Oh God, baby, that feels so good," he moaned. "Are you . . . are you going to make me come?"
"Not yet, Daddy, not this way. I have much more in mind for you... and me. Lean down and kiss my tits, honey. I'll keep pulling on your cock. I'll masturbate you more, but I'm not going to let you come yet."
Herb leaned down and looked closely at one ripe, red nipple. It was so hard, stood out so much, and was so red-he'd never seen Clara's look like that, never! He wet his lips with his tongue, kissed the nipple lightly, then kissed it again, and finally pursed his lip and drew it in.
"Oh, Daddy, I like that!" Sarah said, pushing against his mouth. "Kiss them, suck them! Yes, yes, it excites me so. Do the other one now. Love them both, make them both hard!"
She closed her eyes and held his cock hard in her hand while he sucked her nipples. It felt good, but she wanted more and quick-they could do these things later. She pushed his head away.
"I want to kiss you, too, Daddy!" she panted and quickly bent down and planted her puckered lips over the end of his drooling cock. The drool was clear and salty, she sucked it into her mouth. Herb Bennet thought he was in heaven. He had always wanted a girl to suck his cock and now his beautiful, young daughter was doing just that. Suck it, honey. Oh God, suck my cock!" he cried.
Sarah let her wet lips slide down over his cock knob. She sucked him expertly, tasting the salty ooze, slowly massaging his prick with her fingers. She continued until she knew he was about to come and then stopped suddenly. His first come was going to be in her cunt.
"I like sucking your prick, Daddy. I'll suck you all the way later, much later, when you think you can't possibly get another hard-on," she said. "Would you like to kiss me now?"
"God, honey, what have I been doing?" he said, leaning forward.
"No, I don't mean on my mouth or titties, I mean somewhere else, somewhere much lower." She lifted her skirt to reveal her naked cunt. "I mean down here. I want you to kiss my pussy, Daddy."
His eyes widened at the sight of her hairy cunt. He had never kissed a cunt before, but he had always wanted to. He had frequently fantasied about it as he masturbated to orgasm. And now it was actually going to happen, and with his beautiful, twenty-year-old daughter! Her fat pussy lips were parted, revealing her pink cunt. It was covered with black hair, wet black hair, curling in little ringlets along her pussy.
"I . . . I, oh God," he stammered.
"You don't want to?" Sarah said.
"God, yes, Sarah, I've never wanted anything more!"
"Have you ever kissed mother there?"
"God, no! I've never kissed anyone there."
"I thought not, Daddy. Well, get on your knees in front of me and kiss your first pussy. It's waiting for you. It wants you to kiss it so it can kiss you back," Sarah said, holding her skirt high and letting her legs loll wide apart.
Herb Bennett fell to his knees in front of his daughter, looked directly into the open cunt, and buried his face in her wet, reeking mass. It was ripe and pungent, leaking copious, slippery juices.
"Oh, Daddy, yesssss! Kiss it, suck it, push your tongue inside me," Sarah cried.
He covered her cunt with his mouth, sucking, licking and pushing up into her. What he lacked in experience, he made up for in fervor. He delighted in the strong smell and the slippery wetness. On the rare occasions when Clara had been hot, he had smelled her just lying beside her, and wanted desperately to kiss her pussy and taste of her ripe femaleness, but he had never dared. His daughter didn't smell as strong as his wife, but it was good enough for now. He ate her ravenously.
"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good! I could let you do it all night, but... but I want you to fuck me. Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?"
He lifted his face from her open legs. "Yes, Sarah, I want to fuck you," he said.
"Let's go in the bedroom. I want you to take me on your bed, on yours and mamma's bed. Fuck me where you should be fucking mamma. Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and...
He got to his feet, lifted her to hers, and led her to the bedroom. The covers were hurriedly turned down and they were both quickly naked. Sarah fell onto the bed on her back and spread her legs for him. Herb stood and looked at her, his cock jutting straight out from his belly, the end throbbing and wet with desire.
"Oh, Daddy, honey, your cock is so big! Come here, quickly, put it in. I want it so."
He came down over her, his prick dangling above her belly. It really was a big cock, long, and
very thick. "Can you take it all, honey?" he asked.
"God, yes, Daddy, I've been fucked before and by more than one man," she cried. "Now it's your turn. Fuck me, Herb, fuck me and make me come."
He brought his cock down between her legs and she grabbed it quickly and pushed the head into her open cunt. Sarah was more than ready, she was in need, and the big prick moved in effortlessly, an inch, then two, then three.
"Keep going," she grunted, "get it all the way in! I want to feel all of it, all of it."
He sighed while his prick pushed into her cunt. It so tight and yet so agreeable to accept him. His daughter was surely a slut. She must have fucked so many men to be able to take his cock so easily.
"There, Sarah, you have it all," he said when he hit bottom. "I'm going to fuck you now, and fuck you hard! I may come too quickly this time, but I hope you've had experience because I'm going to fuck you until I can fuck no more! You're a little slut, a whore, a disgrace to your God-fearing mother. Oh God, Sarah you feel so good. I love you so much. I've wanted to do this to you for so long."
"Yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me hard. Come quickly if you need to. Ooooooh, Daddy, darling, it feels good! I'm coming . . . wonderful! Good, good, good...
Her daddy was coming, too. He had a lot of come saved up and his thick spunk spurted into her, wad after wad of slippery goo.
"Oh shit, baby, I couldn't stop, I had to come inside you. Feels good, so fucking good," he moaned, thrusting his prick in and out, draining his heavy spill completely into his daughter's hungry pussy. He kept going until he was sure her belly held his every drop and then fell heavily against her.
"It was good, Daddy, the best it's ever been," Sarah sighed.
"Yes, yes, the best ever for me, too."
He let his cock slip free and rolled off onto his back. "I needed that, honey. You have no idea how much."
"I can guess, Daddy," Sarah said. "Tell me, do you and mother ever fuck?"
"Not anymore. She's just not interested in sex."
"God, it must be awful for you! She must be nuts."
"No, she has a low sex-drive, always has. It's not her fault."
"You're too good, too tolerant, Daddy." She scrambled to her feet. "I'll get us some cigarettes and we'll talk some more." She was gone only a moment before she returned. She lit two and lay down beside him. "Now talk! Tell me about your sex life."
He took a deep drag of smoke. "Well, the last time I fucked your mother was ... God, it was over fifteen years ago."
"Jesus, Dad! How could you stand it?"
"It wasn't always easy, but I still feel guilty doing it with you. It's not right."
"It is right. I wanted you to fuck me." She put her cigarette in an ash tray and took hold of his cock. "And I want you to fuck me again, not just tonight, but often. I owe it to you to make up for her."
"Oh, baby, you're so sweet and I love you so much." He kissed her, a long lingering kiss. "I wasn't always faithful. I had to get my nuts off now and then. Remember Mrs. Nelson across the street?"
"Yes. She's a sexy broad. I always thought she was good-looking."
"She is a sexy broad and she was hot, too. I fucked her at least once a week for almost ten years. God, I hated to see her move away. The first time I fucked her was on your mother's birthday. I had a surprise party for her. I'd have left your mother and married her, but Janice wouldn't leave her husband. He's an invalid, you know. God, we were so in love. I think we snuck around and got together for a fuck every day at first. I had other women, too. A young gal at the office, and a couple of married women I met at bars, and at least three whores know me by my first name. So you see, I haven't been so lily-white myself."
"I'm glad, and it thrills me to think of you fucking other women." She continued to stroke his cock and it was half hard again. "Do you jack-off a lot, I mean now that Mrs. Nelson has moved?"
"Yes, at least once a day. Unless I visit one of my whores or something else turns up."
"You won't have to jack-off tonight, Daddy. Something else has turned up."
"Oh God, honey, I hate myself, but suck my cock a little, get it good and hard so I can fuck you again."
"I'll do better than that, Daddy: I'll suck you off, nurse on your gorgeous prick until you come. And I'll take you all the way and let you come in my mouth. And I'll swallow it, too!"
Sarah turned on the bed and lowered her face to his crotch, her mouth open. She kissed his cock head wetly and slowly pushed down, his cock going into her mouth. She took as much of his prick as she could and then backed off until all she held was the head. She pulled on his prick with her fingers while she sucked and continued sucking until he was almost there, then backed off.
"Let's sixty-nine, Daddy. You suck my pussy while I gobble your cock so I can come, too."
Her father was as eager as she was and they quickly got into position. He felt her mouth close over his prick again and put his face between her legs. Her pussy was wet and sticky. He knew much of it was his own come, but he didn't care. He closed his mouth over her cunt and sucked. It was good, so good, to eat cunt, especially come-filled cunt.
He approached climax quickly and with a grunt felt his come spilling into his daughter's mouth. He pushed his prick in and out of her mouth, determined to empty every drop down her throat. God, it was so good to let everything go! To just fuck his daughter's mouth and not give a damn!
Herb was wiped out now, but decided to bring her off, too. He sucked her with a vengeance. His tongue was buried in her cunt when she started coming and he felt her pussy tighten around his tongue. She gasped, pushing hard against his face until her come spent itself and then she went limp.
"You sure eat cunt good, Daddy," she said weakly.
"You do a pretty mean job on a cock yourself, honey," he said.
They drank some more and talked, and tried to fuck again, but Herb couldn't get hard. They snuggled together and both dropped into a sound sleep.
Herb awakened first the next morning. Realizing it was his own daughter who lay naked beside him, he felt a terrible sense of guilt. His head hurt and the booze had left a horrible taste in his mouth. He got up and went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and gargled. He needed to piss something fierce and stood in front of the toilet. But before he could let go, he felt Sarah's arms slide around his middle. She pressed herself tightly against his backside and took his cock in her hand.
"Oh, no baby, we can't," he groaned.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, we can. We must." She squeezed his cock and with her fingers and skinned it back. "Go ahead and pee. I want to hold your prick and feel it while you piss. Piss, Daddy, piss."
"Oh, God, Sarah, I don't know," he said in anguish. But then it started and he began pissing.
Sarah felt the piss fill his prick and gush from the end. It thrilled her, the excitement churning in her belly. Then she slid her hand down and let the golden liquid flow over her fingers.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm really getting turned on!" she cried.
He strained hard, forcing out the last drop, fighting another erection, but he couldn't win. His cock swelled slowly in her hand. She snuggled behind him, slowly masturbating his cock until he was hard as a rock.
"Now it's my turn, Daddy," she said and stepped around him and sat on the pot. "Step over close to me. I want your cock."
"Let me wash first," he said.
"No, I want it wet," she said.
He reluctantly stepped close and Sarah bent forward and closed her mouth around his wet prick.
"Goddamn, honey, I like that!" he said and pushed his cock into her mouth. He put his hands against the back of her head and slowly fucked her face.
Sarah started pissing and felt a new thrill. Sucking a cock while peeing was a real turn-on. She shuddered, imaging the thrill of pissing while being sucked, and wished that her Daddy could piss again. She knew he couldn't with a hard-on.
Herb held his daughter's head and listened to her pee in the bowl. He had never imagined that depraved sex could be so thrilling. His balls were playing that familiar tune and he knew that he would come if she didn't stop. She stopped.
"I'm through, Daddy," she said, after freeing her mouth from his cock. "Will you suck me now?"
"Yes," he said.
Sarah got to her feet and her father sunk to his knees. She spread her feet apart and pulled his face against her wet cunt. She had saved a little, and let it go the moment his mouth closed over her pussy. The golden liquid spurted directly into his mouth. "Oh, oh, I love that! Don't pull away, let me do it," she cried and squeezed out a little more piss, wishing she had saved it all. She sunk wearily to the floor. "Stretch out beside me so we can do each other."
They started out side by side on the bathroom floor sucking each other. But they slowly changed position until Herb was on his back and Sarah was on top of him. She held the base of his cock tightly while she sucked so he couldn't come before she did. She brought him to the edge time after time, only to shut off his come with her fist.
His tongue tried to go deeper and deeper into her cunt. He was holding her cunt lips open with his fingers while his tongue darted in and out, when she started to come. She stiffened, the sharp pleasure filling her belly, and sucked his prick with abandon.
It was only a moment before he was gushing into her mouth. He gave her a good load of thick, slippery goo. He moaned into her open cunt while she drew his come out. She sucked until there was nothing left before she rolled off onto the floor beside him, her pussy still tingling with orgasmic pleasure. It was a feeling that she knew she would never again deny herself.
"Oh my God, but that was good! I'm so drained I'll probably never need to fuck again," he gasped.
"Don't bet on it, Daddy," Sarah said.
They went to the kitchen naked and drank cup after cup of coffee with a big breakfast. In less than two hours they were back on the bed fucking.
"You're the best fuck I've ever had, Sarah," he said, pushing his big cock all the way in. "I never imagined it could be this good."
"Not even with the hot lady across the street?"
"Not with anyone."
"You feel so good in my pussy, Daddy, you fill me so completely. From now on, I want you to fuck me whenever you want. Even if I get married you can fuck me. I want you to fuck me as long as you can get it hard."
"That could be for quite a while, baby."
"I certainly hope so! And I want us to do anything we want-no matter how far out."
They had started this session while still at the breakfast table. Sarah came over and sat on his lap. After a little snuggling and kissing, she slid to the floor between his legs. She held his soft prick in her hand and looked up at him.
"I want you to do to me what I did to you in the bathroom. I'm sure you've had enough coffee to make you ready," she pulled.
He knew exactly what she meant. He had wanted to do it to her from the moment she had first leaked into his mouth. He looked down at her and nodded.
Sarah skinned back his prick and took it into her mouth. It was soft and shriveled and she could get most of it in. Her father leaned back in his chair and let himself go. His pee came so easily he was afraid there would be too much, but Sarah took it as fast as it came. A new excitement churned in his belly and he started hardening, but not enough to stop his peeing until he was empty.
Now you do it to me," he said.
He sat on the floor and she straddled his shoulders, her pussy pressed tight to his mouth. The coffee did its job and she went with a gush. She felt his tongue probing at her pussy and started coming immediately. She went stiff as a board in the throes of the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced, as she continued pissing into his hungry mouth. She pissed and pissed, bracing herself against him to keep from falling, and kept coming all the while, orgasm piled on top of orgasm. He held her in place, knowing she was coming, and drank her every drop, his cock harder then he ever remembered it being. Sarah finally gasped and fell back into a chair.
"You came, didn't you?" he said.
"Oh God, did I ever!" Sarah said.
"I want to come, too. Let's go in the bedroom and fuck."
She followed him to the bedroom where he pushed her back on the bed and quick1y mounted her. She moaned softly, the feeling exquisite, while his cock pushed up inside her. She was still all warm and quivering and the introduction of his big, hard prick was a thrilling feeling.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. It feels so good. I know I'll come some more."
She lay soft and loose under him, a cunt for his pleasure. She felt like a cunt at the moment, too, one big cunt for a man, her own father. But she knew he would just be one of many. God, she loved fucking!
He felt her cunt squeeze tightly around his prick and knew she was coming again. Her knees came up and she hunched with her ass to drive his cock in harder. He worked hard in her, and even though he got close to coming, he managed to hold off. He didn't want to come so soon because then the fucking would be over, at least for a while, and he didn't want it to be over yet.
Sarah's nostrils flared when her next orgasm came. She made a whining noise and her legs came up over his back. It was more than he could take this time and his cock started spitting. He pushed in as deep as he could go, his cock still emitting juice.
"Good, baby, good, I'm coming, too," he grunted and emptied himself.
They drank afterwards, and had a couple of cigarettes before they slept. It was late afternoon before either awakened. Sarah had the night shift at the hospital, showered quickly, and had a sandwich before dressing to leave.
They were both tired and almost fucked out. But they still managed to fuck one more time before she left. She was completely dressed and lifted her skirt at the front door.
"See, no panties! They're in the car," she said with a giggle.
Herb was in his shorts. He took her standing up without even removing his shorts. She leaned against the door, her legs wrapped around his waist. Both of them came again.
"I'll call you, Daddy. I want you to come over to the apartment and fuck me there, too, she said as she went out the door.
It had occurred to her that since Ruth's father had fucked her, it was only fair that she let her daddy fuck Ruth. She would arrange it. Ruth thought she was in love with that worthless David, but her daddy was going to fuck her, even if he had to rape her. Maybe she would let worthless David fuck her at the same time.
CHAPTER TEN
Sarah looked at the crowded bus, almost didn't get on, and then decided her john was probably already at the bar waiting for her. She paid her fare and worked her way slowly through the jammed people to the middle. Then she wished she hadn't gotten on because it was hot and she didn't want to smell sweaty.
The bus stopped at every corner. It was the third stop before she realized the man behind her was unnecessarily pressing against her. Her eyes widened when she felt his cock pressing hard against her ass-he had quite an erection! Without being obvious, she arched her back so she could press back. It felt good, when his prick was snugly pressed into the crack of her ass, especially when she thought about what she was going to do. It felt good, too, since her dress was thin and she wore nothing under it.
She let him snuggle against her for several blocks before she glanced around to make sure no one was paying any attention, and then moved her hand behind her back. She held onto the strap tightly with one hand and circled his cock through his pants with the other. The man moaned audibly. Thus encouraged, she half closed her eyes and deftly opened his pants. Her hand went inside his fly, fumbled to get his tangled shorts out of the way, and wrapped her fingers snugly around his throbbing cock.
Sarah smiled inwardly as she slowly masturbated the stranger and almost laughed aloud when he gave a loud grunt and she felt his wetness in her hand. She continued stroking his prick until he pulled away. She brought her hand back, contemplating putting her sticky fingers in her mouth, but wiped them on the blouse of the woman standing in front of her, instead. It was a rough riding bus and Sarah said excuse me as if it was an accident, so the woman was none the wiser. The man made a hasty exit at the next stop.
Sarah felt completely depraved and thoroughly turned on. She had masturbated a man on a crowded bus without so much as seeing his face. If she met him on the street she wouldn't know who he was, but he would know her. She shivered, her belly hot with desire. She was ready for the man waiting for her at the bar, ready to sell her body for the first time. She arrived at the bar ready, willing, and eager.
The man was already there, sitting in a booth in the back. He waved the instant she entered the door. She walked slowly through the bar, aware that several male eyes were on her, and slid into the booth beside him.
"Hi!" he said. "Want a drink?"
"Of course," Sarah answered.
"I was afraid you weren't going to show up."
"I said I'd be here," she snapped. "Had to take the fucking bus. It was hot."
Her drink came and she downed it without stopping. "Another?" she said, holding up the glass.
"You shouldn't drink so fast when you're overheated," he said, and turned her face and kissed her. "You smell good."
"You must like the smell of sweat," she said, then smiled, her disposition suddenly improved by his remark. Her drink arrived and she picked it up. "I need this one, too. I'll be nicer now."
"Take your time, baby, we got all night," he said.
"Oh. Well, I'd better tell you now, I can't stay all night. Something came up and I have until ten. No longer." She had a date with Barry after his evening class. He said he had something important to ask her and she knew he was going to ask her to marry him. She planned to accept.
The man's face darkened as he looked at his watch. "Goddamn, I'd planned for all night. It's almost seven now, that's only three hours."
She put her palm against his face and kissed him. "I'll be good. You won't be disappointed," she said, and ran her tongue across his lips.
"Okay then, how.
"Same price," she said quickly. She had already decided that a hundred was too cheap for all night. "I said I'd be good. I'll get your gun off as many times as you can get it up."
"You conned me, you fucking little tramp. I oughta beat the shit out of you," he said, grabbing her wrist.
"You're hurting me," she said.
He let go and grabbed her drink. "No two-bit whore is going to take me to the cleaners," he snarled.
"Fine. Just fine-fucking-dandy, you asshole," Sarah said, and slid out of the booth. "I wouldn't fuck you for a thousand bucks." She went to the bar and sat down.
The man watched her slide her luscious ass onto the bar stool and regretted his quick temper. She was worth a C for three hours, maybe even more. He was going to go and sit beside her and apologize, but another man beat him to the stool. The seat on her other side was already occupied. He sat biding his time for another chance, but it never came. She had one drink with the man beside her and they left together.
She slid close to her new man after they got in the car. She held his face in her hands while they kissed long and hard. It excited her to kiss and she was very excited now.
"Now remember," she said, "you have to have me back to the university's student union by nine o'clock." She had told him she was a student.
They kissed again and she felt his hand under her dress. She opened her legs and reached for his cock. He already had a hard-on and his cock was big, nice and big. She put her hand on his to stop him before he reached her cunt.
"Wait until we get to the motel," she said. "You can leave your hand on my leg, I like it there, and I'll play with you, but don't go any higher...yet." She quickly unzipped him, eager to get her hand on his prick. She slipped inside his pants, her heart pounding, and circled his cock God, it felt so good, so big and so hot!
It was fortunate that the motel was close by because she stroked him while he drove. If it had been farther, she surely would have made him come. She was so thrilled with his cock she wanted it in her hand and in her mouth and in her cunt. She couldn't decide which to do first, she just knew she wanted his prick everywhere.
Once in the room, they quickly embraced. He lifted her skirt and put his hand between her warm thighs. "Can I go higher now?" he asked with a smile.
She brought her legs together, squeezing his hands with her thighs. "I'll seriously doubt your good intentions if you don't." She relaxed her legs and felt his hand travel upward. She eased her thighs open until he was cupping her pussy. "Oh God, you can do anything you want, now, just so you fuck me. I want to be fucked, fucked, and fucked some more!" she moaned.
"You're either a hot little whore or a helluvan actress," he said, pushing his finger up into her wet cunt.
"Yes, yes," Sarah cried, "I'm a hot little whore. I'm not acting. I want you to fuck me. I love fucking. Take your finger out and put something bigger in my pussy!"
He watched her whirl away and strip off what few clothes she wore. She was magnificent, her body perfection. He'd had a few play-for-pay girls before, but never one quite like this, never one so eager.
Sarah turned down the bed and stretched out on her back. With a beckoning motion of her hand, she raised her knees and spread herself open. "Get your clothes off and come here. I want you inside me."
He disrobed quickly and spread himself on top of her, his big cock gliding effortlessly into her cunt. "Jesus, that feels good," he moaned, before clamping his mouth to hers.
She grasped his ass, lifting with her hips at the same time to let his cock go in deeper. Her legs lolled over his back for a moment, then dropped to the bed. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, humping her ass each time he pushed his prick in.
Sarah closed her eyes and went with the moment. It felt so good, like they had been fucking together for years, like they belonged together. His prick was so nice and big. It seemed to fill her, it was so thick, so long. She was quickly on the verge of coming.
"Gonna come, honey, fuck .... awww, so fucking good. I'm there, I'm there!" Sarah jerked under him as if in convulsions. She went deep into the throes of an orgasm. It consumed her whole body. "Aw shit, I love this feeling! Keep fucking, don't come yet. I love it, I love it . . . I love you, love your beautiful cock. Fuck me, fuck me . . . don't ever stop!"
He thrust his prick in to his balls, then slowly drew out slowly only to jam back in hard and fast. He knew a few more strokes of the same would bring him there, too, but it felt too good not to continue. She was coming, coming like no other whore he had ever seen, and it was too much. His balls cut loose and sent their load on the journey into her sucking pussy.
"I'm coming, you cunt! Oh goddamn am I ever coming!" he howled, feeling his cock spit its first wad of thick, copious, slick wetness. He pumped in spurt after spurt until she was so gooey and slippery his cock almost slipped out of her cunt. "Jesus, what a fuck! You are one fine fuck, lady, one fine fuck." He fell exhausted over her body.
"I wish you could keep it in me all night," she said.
"No way," he wheezed. "I'm slipping out now. My cock is out."
"Roll off. I want to suck it," Sarah said.
He flopped onto his back. Sarah quickly inverted herself and brought her mouth over his half-erect prick. It was still fairly big, but she got the whole thing into her mouth. She tasted her own cunt, sucking him clean, and then drew a few last strings of slimy goo from the head of his prick. She continued sucking him until he was completely soft before letting his cock fall free and sitting up.
"God, that was good, uh?" she said.
"Yeah, it sure was good. Better than my wife on her best day and she's no slouch when it comes to fucking."
"If you can get it up again, you can fuck me, or I'll suck you off."
"I don't think my cock will ever rise again, honey, not after what you just did. Besides, it's almost nine o'clock."
"Let's not worry about time, not now. Let's take a shower together."
They stood under the hot water, lathering each other completely. While covered with suds, Sarah dropped slowly to her knees, her mouth open and against his skin. She kissed her way down his belly until she was at his crotch. His cock erected quickly under her urgent lips. When he was good and hard, she cupped his balls gently with one hand, spread his ass cheeks and inserted a finger into his ass. She fucked his asshole with her finger while he fucked her mouth. He held her head rigid, pumping in and out steadily, gaining speed as his come neared.
"Aw baby, I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna come again," he bawled, thrusting rapidly. "Suck it, sweetheart! I'm coming in your mouth. Drink it, swallow my come, baby! Oh Jesus, here it comes!"
He gave her a second good load. His come spurted thickly into her mouth. She held it until he pumped dry and then swallowed, letting the slippery goo slide hotly down her throat. It was a thrill to swallow the pasty stuff. She continued sucking until he almost collapsed on top of her.
Afterwards, when they were dressed, he said, "I never made it twice with a whore before. Rarely made it twice in one night with anyone."
"We could do better than that if we had more time," Sarah said.
"I doubt it, but I'd like to try. Do you ever spend the night, the whole night?"
"I will with you. Any time you say."
"Soon," he said.
She gave him her phone number, and then he drove her to the university. She kissed him long and hard before she got out of the car.
Inside the student union, she sat at a table and checked her earnings. It made a thick wad of bills. It made her feel good to see it. It was her first paycheck as a whore and there would be more, much more. It was the easiest money she had ever made and she had enjoyed making it so much. The fact that she was getting paid to fuck added a new thrill, especially since she didn't have to do it. She could marry Barry and just sell her ass when she felt like it.
Barry arrived fifteen minutes later and pulled a chair close to her. He was such an insensitive clod that he asked her to marry him right there in the glaring light with the clinking dishes and people wandering around the student union. He wanted to get her pledged because he was badly in need of financial help to stay in school. Without a meal ticket, he would have to drop out. Even if she wasn't everything he wanted in a girl, she did have a good job.
Sarah hesitated, pursing her lips as if in thought. What an asshole, she thought, he couldn't have
picked a less romantic place to pop the question. He was probably the biggest jerk she knew, or would ever know. He was second rate at fucking, too.
Barry started to sweat and pulled out the ring box. He had hoped she would instantly answer "yes, yes!" and he could stall her on the ring, take this one back and get his deposit returned. Oh well, he knew she would end up paying for it, anyway. He flipped open the lid. Sarah's eyes widened, it was a beauty with a large hunk of ice.
"Barry, I . . . " she stammered, "yes, I'll marry you." Her eyes were still on the big diamond. Afterall, Barry would be succesful someday, dull as hell, but a rich lawyer after law school. A girl does need security and Sarah had to think of her future. Besides, she would have her diversions. "Here, slip it on." She held out her hand.
He took the ring from its box and slid it onto her finger. She held up her hand and smiled. God, it was beautiful with the light glinting from its many surfaces.
"Well, aren't you going to kiss me?" Sarah said. She put her hand on his thigh and let it slowly creep upwards. It had been a while and she wanted to see if she could get him hard under the table.
"Not here, Sarah," he said. "My God, all these people! Get your hand off my leg, someone will see."
Sarah stiffened with anger and pulled her hand away. "Why you little . . . Barry, goddamit, I . . . " she stammered not sure if she really wanted to say what she was thinking.
"Clean up your language, Sarah, here comes a guy I know. I don't like him, either."
A tall, good looking young man came over to the table, helped himself to a chair, and seated himself close to Sarah. "Hi, Barry, boy. Who's the doll?" he said.
"Hello, Jack," Barry said crisply. "This is my fiancee, Sarah."
"Hi, Jack," Sarah said, holding up her hand.
"Wow, some rock," Jack said.
They sat and talked for almost half an hour in spite of Barry's obvious dislike of the intruder.
"We have to go, Jack. It's late," Barry finally said.
Jack followed them to the door, talking steadily to Sarah. They had no more than stepped outside when Barry stopped. "Damn, I have to go to the rest room. Won't be long," he said and darted back into the building.
He was no more than out of sight when Jack took Sarah in his arms and kissed her.
"How did you know I wanted you to kiss me?" Sarah said.
"It showed," Jack said.
"Do it again," Sarah said.
Sarah's arms went around Jack's neck and pulled him tight, her tongue squeezing into his mouth. She felt his cock against her leg. It was half-hard and quite large.
"I liked that," Sarah said. She reached down and gripped his cock. "I like this, too."
Jack groaned. "It's yours if you want it," he said.
"Want it," Sarah said and got his pants open. Her hand slithered inside. "I'll have Barry take me right home." She gave him her address.
She slowly stroked his prick inside his pants. She could feel his cock grow, the thick vein pulsing against her hand. His prick was hot, smooth and big and powerful. God, she loved playing with a guy's cock! She knew she would love having this prick shoved into her cunt, too. Maybe she would let him spend the night with her.
Yes, Sarah would marry Barry, put him through school and even pay for her own ring. But there would be plenty of diversions and they would be even more exciting after she was a married woman.
