The medical profession demands an extraordinarily high degree of dedication-especially from a nurse, whose work schedule is often heavier than a doctor's but whose status and pay are far lower. A girl who wishes to become a nurse must forgo most of the social pleasure, her contemporaries are enjoying, yet she must avoid any emotional involvement with her patients.
Joan McKenzie was a beautifully endowed blonde of twenty-three who had worked to become a nurse since she was a little girl. She had renounced world pleasures; her convictions were strengthened by an unsuccessful affair in college. But Joan McKenzie was an emotional bomb.
A handsome fourteen-year-old patient set off that bomb and the nurse found herself swept along in the flood of feelings that ensued, soon moving from one patient to another, ministering physical love rather than pills and cold sympathy. Her situation became more desperate when a swinging intern discovers her activities.
In Nurse's Weakness, Jill Adrian shows a young woman compulsively driven by emotions she has held in check too long.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
I was feeling a bit squeamish as I strode down the hallway leading to Larry Fortson's room. During the ten days that I had been taking care of Larry, he had shown an increasing liking for me.
Since I had entered into a dull, uneventful stage of my life, I could readily see I was a little more vulnerable than I should have been to his advances.
A few times, while I was attempting to be as stern a disciplinarian as could be, I burst inadvertently into laughter. Naturally that encouraged him all the more, and as a result I had to take a much firmer stand to get him to obey me.
I opened the door and walked inside. I looked into his fresh face. At fifteen he possessed bright, blue eyes, light brown hair, and an apple-cheeked glow that indicated both the freshness of youth and his willingness to experiment.
"Say, you sure look cute in that white nurse's uniform," he grinned, greeting me in his usual manner.
"Don't you ever come up with anything original, Larry?" I asked, inserting a thermometer into his mouth.
That was the only time he was ever quiet; when I stuck a thermometer into his mouth. But my body was trembling strangely.
At twenty-three, I had to admit that I was pretty much a prude. I had been wrapped up in nursing from the very beginning, actually since I had been a little girl.
Now I was beginning to recognize the error of my ways. As a result of the erratic scheduling that I had, working nights sometimes, days at other times, it put me squarely behind the eight ball as far as any social life was concerned.
Moreover, I couldn't stomach the guys who came on too strong too fast, like a number of the young interns at the hospital.
I removed the thermometer from Larry's mouth.
"You know, I sure do love those sexy black stockings," he grinned.
The remark was as unoriginal as the first one had been, only this time he did something that took me completely by surprise. He reached out with his right hand and clutched at my left stocking. He ran his fingers over the black net.
"Hey, I like getting a feel," he chuckled. "Turn my stocking loose," I said. "You'll tear it."
"That would probably be the best thing of all. Then I could grab a hold of your creamy white leg."
"You're talking disgustedly," I replied, my whole body trembling. "Let go of me." He finally released his hand, but as he did so, he burst into a series of chuckles.
"You know, your mouth is saying one thing and your eyes something else," he asserted.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do. Those beautiful blue eyes of yours told the whole story. Joan McKenzie, you're hot for me."
"You go to hell." I reacted sharply.
But all the while my heart was pounding, and I felt the strange sensations of titillation dancing around in my body. They started in my stomach and eventually they found their way down between my legs. My pubic mound was feeding a tremendous restlessness, as I looked at the young man in the white hospital garment.
"You'd better take off your garment," I said. "I'm giving you a rubdown."
"The highlight of the day," he laughed.
"Look, Larry. Please, no more monkey business. This is a hospital, not some ... not some brothel."
My comment caused him to quake with laughter. After he finally calmed down, I watched him undress.
He slowly pulled off his white pajama top, revealing the lines of his rapidly developing chest. I liked the smooth texture of his skin, which was really so much like my own.
He put his hands on his hips, proudly showing me the upper portion of his body. But what he was eager to reveal was the bottom part, and as I watched him unbutton his pajama bottom I couldn't help but gulp. I recognized that once he pulled off the pajama bottom, I would get another look at his huge, throbbing penis.
He undid the buttons so slowly, deliberately dragging out every moment of tense anticipation. For someone who was that young, he gave every indication of knowing where it was at sexually.
It made me feel embarrassed, since I got definite feelings that he had forgotten more about sex than I ever knew.
Ever so smoothly and easily he maneuvered the pajama bottom down his smooth, firm legs.
As he slipped them down past his thighs, I got a glimpse of his throbbing male member. I looked at the huge, bulging tip, then at his balls. I observed his testicles steadily expanding. I was well aware of the fact that he was increasing in sexual intensity.
He sped up the process of sliding off his pajama bottoms once he pushed them down past his thighs.
He stepped out of them, then looked down at his prick.
The longer I focused on the huge, bulging penis, the more enticing the whole idea of having sex with him became.
A little voice inside me kept saying that I shouldn't do it. After all, he was a patient, and a very young one at that. Even though there were only eight years separating us, they were eight big ones. He was an adolescent and I was a young woman. But somehow, the more I thought about it, the more exotic and erotically inspiring the whole concept of having sex with a guy that much younger than myself became.
I kept staring at his throbbing phallus, and he was looking at it himself. A huge grin spread itself across Larry's entire face. He appeared to be enormously proud of his instrument.
"How would you like to play with my cock?" he asked.
"This is purely a business call," I replied tersely.
"I'll go along with that. It's just a question of what kind of business you're talking about. I'm thinking about some good sex business."
"Shut up," I said angrily.
"You know damned well you want to have sex with me."
"I know no such thing," I replied. "Now get on your stomach. I've got to massage you."
As I put my fingers to work on his smooth, pliant flesh, feelings of excitement reverberated throughout my body. Tingly feelings that had been surfacing in my vagina were multiplying in a highly obvious way.
I had to contain myself. I just didn't know what to do. My instincts were pulling me away from my better judgment.
As he lay there on his stomach, I saw the fingers of his right hand moving toward his cock. He tilted his body over on his left side, so that he had plenty of room to manipulate his fingers around his bulging, erect member.
I looked at the scintillating whiteness of his eager cock, then looked away. It was just too much of a temptation. I finished massaging his body, then prepared to leave the room. My whole body was shaking, and I could tell that I was definitely at the crossroads. I badly wanted to have sex with him, even though I recognized how much of a risk I would be taking.
As I was about to leave, he reached out and grabbed me by the left wrist. His eyes widened with excitement.
"Look at my prick," he said. "Come on and play with it, baby. At least reach down and massage it. You can massage my prostate too."
"I did that last week. Your prostate doesn't need massaging anymore."
"But this time I need it for another reason. I like to play beautiful games with you."
"Knock it off."
"Oh no, baby. I'd like to have sex with you."
He kept on clasping his fingers around my wrist. The look of tense excitement continued to blossom on his face.
The next thing I knew, my emotions were seizing total control of me. I reached down with my right hand, allowing my fingers to touch, ever so cautiously, the tip of his long rod.
I loved the smooth feel of his cock tip, and just touching it caused my heart to flutter. It pumped ever so eagerly, causing the flow of blood to rush rapidly toward my brain.
"That's the idea," he grinned, spurring me on as best he could. "Play with my cock, baby. Start out nice and slow, then let things work as they will. I know that once you really get the feel of it, you're going to love it."
I knew down deep just how right he was. It had only taken a few slow, smooth strokes of my fingers over the tip of his cock to drive the feeling home to me with great conviction.
Soon my fingers were working more rapidly than before as they pumped up and down his cock. I kept on picking up momentum without even thinking about it, and all the while the heart palpitations continued.
"You're doing it just fine, baby," he nodded.
His buttocks were twisting as I kept up the finger strokes. His breath was becoming heavier, and now it was coming in short, puffy gasps as my fingers continued to smoothly glide up and down the full length of his enormous rod.
It felt magnificent to let my fingers roam over that smooth surface, and as I kept it up, working my fingers with great dispatch, his legs picked up the tempo. They began to slip and slide as I worked my fingers around his member.
"Play with my balls while you're playing with my cock," he called out encouragingly.
The fingers of my right hand were working sweepingly up and down over his instrument, and while I continued my brisk strokes I reached out with my left hand and allowed my fingers to come into contact with his balls.
The first few strokes were tantalizingly slow. I was already getting the hang of just how to really turn him on. If I worked my fingers slowly, the pace would be more gradual, building, then sustaining itself.
Every time my fingers swept along the bulging surface of his hairy testicles, I felt more inspired. It was an exhilarating combination, working my fingers over his cock and balls in the same precise instant.
I kept on working my fingers, letting the pace continue to build.
Larry settled back, tilting his body backwards until he was lying flat on his back with his legs spread.
I enjoyed the way his buttocks and legs were thrusting with every touch that my fingertips smoothly put forward.
"You're getting me there," he nodded. "And when you get me to the point where I need it, I'm going to start asking for a cocksuck. I think you've learned an awful lot awfully fast about me, Joan, baby, I can get pretty hot, and I dig solid action on my cock. I dig it with fingers, and I dig it with tongue."
My fingers kept up their furious onslaught against his bulging cock and balls.
"Go down on me," he finally gasped.
I studied his huge erection for several seconds, then realized just how powerless I was beneath his spellbinding grasp.
Even if I could say no to him, there was no way I could say no to his bulging penis.
CHAPTER TWO
Larry could tell by the way my eyes were bulging out of their sockets how eager I actually was to test his penis with my tongue.
"I can see by the way you're staring at it, you're fascinated," he chuckled. "Go ahead, baby. Work your tongue over the end of it."
I was still a little fearful about doing something quite that provocative. I thought back to ... the one big affair that I had had in my life. As a matter-of-fact, that might explain why I didn't get involved after that.
It was one year after I got out of high school, and I was dating a young, enterprising engineer. I would have given virtually my whole life for him, and I was convinced that we were going to be married.
Oh, every time that I hinted to that effect, he would change the subject, but I felt certain that it was only a matter of time before he would finally propose.
We had sex on a number of occasions, and many times he would allow his tongue to slide against my aroused pussy, but I never did consent to suck him, even though many times he had asked for it. I felt that cocksucking was the kind of intimate act that I would only perform with a man to whom I was married.
The romance ended tragically with the man finally forced to reveal that he was married, and was leading a double life in his involvement with me.
That had left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I was thinking of that young engineer while my eyes were hypnotized by Larry's hard penis.
I leaned forward and let my tongue slide outward. All the while Larry was watching me with great interest.
"Go ahead. It isn't really all that hard," he encouraged.
Just to help me along, he reached out with his right hand and allowed his fingertips to maneuver soothingly through my long hair. It felt good to have him touching my hair, and, before I knew it, my head was sliding forward, moving closer toward his penis.
I slid my tongue oh so slowly against the tip of his smooth member. I touched it with great caution.
"You can do better than that," he said. "Come on, start working your tongue around it. Let it slide all over the tip."
I began to take his advice. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead as I accelerated the level of the tongue movement. I was still confining my sucking efforts to the very tip of his excited phallus, but gradually I was picking up the pace.
I made certain that my tongue covered every crevice of his penis tip, and after a while, when I really began to step up the pace, his whole body began to sway from every movement.
I liked it when his legs and buttocks rocked back and forth from the volcanic efforts that I would supply with my tongue.
I systematically slid my tongue back and forth, working him into an ever greater lather.
On my own initiative, and without one solitary word of encouragement, I began to extend the level of the sucking. I worked my tongue up and down his rock hard penis, sliding it for all that I was worth, pushing myself into a state of ecstasy that I hadn't even known existed ... at least not since my breakup with the engineer several years before.
"You're on the right track," he gasped, his voice becoming husky with tension. "Reach out and play with my balls, baby. Look at how they're bulging. Toy with them while you're sucking me."
Little did I realize at that moment just how far I had been hypnotized by this handsome young man. But there was no turning back. I would stick with my sucking endeavors until climax had been attained.
My head bobbed up and down as I continued to slide my tongue over his penis.
I played with his balls while I maintained the rhythmic pace. At first my movements had been somewhat jerky, mainly based on my inexperience and excitement. Even though I remained thoroughly aroused by it all, I now seemed to develop an instinctive sense of rhythm about sucking his cock. It was something that I believed I principally received from watching his body rocking back and forth.
I slid my fingers against his testicles, and just touching the warmth of his hairy flesh gave me that much more incentive for working my tongue eagerly up and down the full length of his rod.
He was beginning to gasp louder than ever, and his whole body was jarred with every tongue movement that I eagerly put forward.
"Keep up the pace!" he cried out. "Keep working your tongue, honey. Oh, toy with my balls!"
I kept up my fervent one-two efforts, sliding my tongue in relentless pursuit of his penis.
"Pretty soon I'm going to explode," he told me. "I want you to catch every drop of my stuff. Go ahead, baby, turn your tongue loose. Give it everything you've got. I want you to taste me!"
It didn't begin to dawn on me until then just what I would do when he orgasmed. It was one thing to enjoy letting my tongue slide up and down his warm, inspiring cock, but it was quite another to react to the jutting streaks of semen that would be spilling voluminously inside my mouth.
I pondered the thought as I kept on relentlessly maneuvering my tongue up and down his cock. I wouldn't panic, I thought, even though this was my first cocksucking effort. After all, a girl has to begin somewhere.
So I kept on letting my tongue slither up and down on his cock. I worked him that much closer to climax.
"I'm practically there, keep it up," he called out.
I reached out and squeezed his balls several times, enjoying the stimulating contact.
His whole body quivered, and he began completely to give way to the passions of the moment.
As his legs trembled, he heaved a loud gasp, and I felt the first few droplets of orgasmic juice rocketing into my mouth.
He steadied himself by grabbing my head. He tangled his fingers in my hair while the juices continued to spill out of the end of his huge cock and into my mouth.
The first few droplets had served as a prelude, but now the semen was gushing out of the end of his rod and into my mouth.
"This is so good," he sighed. "Eat every delicious drop."
The first few heavy spurts had taken me by surprise, and some of the droplets spilled out of my mouth.
I did my best, though, to retain whatever I could, and with great conviction I fought relentlessly to swallow the orgasmic liquid that was deluging my open mouth.
I gulped several times, since the semen was spurting thick and fast, but I determinedly managed to hold onto almost all of it, considering my efforts an overall success.
Following the final few gulps of cock-fuel, I released my tongue from his peter.
"Reach out and touch my penis," he laughed.
My fingers moved forward, fondling his rod, which had gone down very little after the orgasm.
"You're welcome to suck me again," he told me.
"I've really got to be going," I shook my head, removing my fingers from his rod, then getting up and walking quickly toward the door.
It wasn't until then that I realized how scared I actually was. The whole process terrified me. Perhaps my instincts were hypnotized enough by the aura of Larry's hard penis, but the rest of me remained pretty conventional.
I kept asking myself how I could ever have gone that far with him.
"Stick around," he said. "I could go off again real easy."
"Not on your life."
"You're acting awfully weird," he said. "What the hell...? You just sucked my cock. You shouldn't be uptight about coming back and having some more sex."
"This might not have dawned on you, but, believe it or not, I do work at this hospital. I have other patients to see as well."
"Fine. Go ahead and see them. Then come back here."
"I will not," I replied as firmly as I knew how. "You caught me at a weak moment, Larry. I don't know what got into me, but I can assure you of one thing. Those same feelings will never prompt me to do anything like that again."
"That's a lot of bullshit," he laughed heartily.
"What makes you laugh at me?"
"Because you're trying to convince yourself that you really didn't enjoy it. You enjoyed it; you enjoyed every bit of it."
"That's your story."
"Just think about it, Joan. Think about it softie more. You'll finally reach the point where you'll be honest with yourself. Then you'll be able to admit just what I've done for you. You were all uptight. You're a beautiful chick, and I'll bet you don't even have a steady boyfriend."
"That's none of your business," I snapped.
"You see? I was right."
"How could you conclude that? I didn't say whether you were right or wrong. I just said it was none of your business."
"I don't think you'd have gotten that uptight unless I'd hit the nail on the head."
"You have a very lewd mind. All you can think of is sex."
"If you ask me, that's a damned healthy sign. As a matter-of-fact, if it weren't for you I'd be begging to be let out of this hospital."
On that note I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door sharply behind me.
I could hear him laughing as I shut the door, and I was shaking as I walked down the hall to call on my next patient.
I could hardly go about my chores throughout the rest of the day. I kept seeing his huge, throbbing phallus dancing before my eyes, and I kept imagining my tongue continuing to slide up and down it.
He had a hypnotic effect on me, and that's what scared me. I gave a lot of thought to switching assignments with another nurse, since that way I could get rid of Larry for good.
At one point I almost went to my superior, the head nurse on the floor, but I couldn't bring myself to quite do that. Down deep I knew why. I really wanted to get better acquainted with Larry Fortson.
One episode wasn't really enough. I could see why he was so eager to engage in an encore.
That night, when I went back to the cold, solemn privacy of my small apartment, I got to thinking about Larry again.
I couldn't help but feel a few sparks of titil-lation that surfaced in my mound just thinking about him.
I did a strange thing. I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
While I stared at myself in the mirror, I began to remove my pajama tops in the same slow, precise manner that Larry had removed his during the day.
Button by button I slowly got the job done, then slid my arms out of the pajama tops.
I focused my eyes on my lovely, smooth thirty-six inch breasts. I reached out and touched them. They were extremely firm. I wondered what it would be like to have Larry touch them again and again.
CHAPTER THREE
I continued to stand before the mirror.
I reached down and pulled off the bottom of my pajamas, staring at my curly blonde pubic mound.
I felt fascinated, just standing there and admiring myself. I got to thinking about all of the kicks that I had missed during the course of time following my break-up with the young engineer.
It was high time, I realized, that I get out and so some living. Perhaps the affair with Larry was tragic in one sense, but it taught me a valuable lesson that I needed to learn in another sense. i
I badly needed a sex experience, even if it had to come about as a result of a foray in a young hospital patient's bed.
I got so itchy thinking about Larry and his big cock that the fingers of my left hand began to crawl slowly down toward my vagina. I toyed with my golden pussy hairs, letting my fingers move in a tantalizingly slow fashion against them.
The longer I touched my pussy hairs, the hotter I felt throughout my entire body. I kept on maneuvering my fingers around my snatch. I closed my eyes suddenly and imagined Larry's big cock before me, thrusting powerfully inside my mound.
After my fingers began to move against my vaginal walls, I determined that it would be best for me to go back to my bedroom.
I walked briskly into the bedroom, throwing myself in the middle of the bed. My ass-cheeks twisted back and forth, and my legs kicked out in front of me while I moved the fingers of my left hand down between my legs.
I let the fingers travel slowly up my ankles and thighs, imagining that Larry was there in the room with me.
Soon my fingers were finding the mark, moving with soft, exploratory movements against my pussy.
I kept up the pussy movements until I began to rock my body faster, allowing it to slide uninhibitedly back and forth.
I kept up the spirited movements until the juices exploded out of my snatch and into my hand.
I reached up and touched my forehead, discovering that it was wet with sweat. I had been very tense while I was masturbating. I was thinking about the sweeping changes that were coming over me.
I fell into a deep sleep, awakening to the sound of the incessant ringing of the alarm clock the following morning.
I got out of bed and fixed myself a quick breakfast, then drove to the hospital.
Larry dominated my thoughts, particularly visions of his huge penis.
I would be making a call to his room that day, and I was trying to brace myself in advance so I could resist him.
The morning moved slowly. I kept anticipating eagerly my visit to Larry's room. I would think about his cock, then do my best to convince myself it was wrong.
I finally entered his room, observing him lying beneath the covers. His eyes were closed, something that surprised me since generally he was up and around by that time.
"Larry, I'm here to look at you," I said.
He lay there without moving a muscle. As I walked closer to him, he opened his eyes and burst into laughter.
"Surprise! I just wanted to see if you would believe me," he said. "I see that it worked."
"You're a pretty convincing actor."
"I guess I am," he nodded. "But right now I'm not thinking about acting. I'm thinking about something else."
At that point he pulled back the covers, shocking me as he revealed his fully nude form. My eyes focused squarely on his hard dick.
"This is all for you, baby," he said in a sexy tone.
"Larry, please don't make me go through anything like that again."
"You mean to say that you were m misery over what happened between us ? "
"No, I wasn't. I enjoyed it."
"Then let's do it again. I want to take off that neat white uniform of yours. I want to get a chance to play with those black stockings. Then I want to fuck you."
"Oh no, Larry! It just isn't right!"
"like hell it isn't. When I feel something this strong in my cock, it's got to be right."
Larry took me totally by surprise, jumping out of bed and actively pursuing me.
He threw his arms around me, then delivered a searing kiss to my lips.
He ran his fingers eagerly through my hair while his lips continued to fervently press against mine.
Immediately my resistance gave way. I wilted under his magic spell, my body trembling as he continued to let his lips lock passionately against mine.
Eventually Larry released his lips from mine, and as he did so, he also removed his fingers from my hair.
The next move he made was to place his hands against the small of my back. I loved the strength of his fingers, as well as the extremely competent manner in which he utilized them.
As his fingers continued to press against me, he flipped his tongue forward, permitting it to enter inside my mouth.
The lip kiss had been erotically exciting, but the French kiss was pulsatingly overwhelming.
Our bodies began to rock and sway as he held me tighter. His arms locked securely around my body. I could feel his chest pressing firmly against my body while his tongue darted against mine.
I loved feeling his moist warmth against my own, as he kept up the searing pace, putting everything he had into every burning tongue movement.
Our tongues continued to spectacularly dart against one another as the activity flourished.
The wet stabs continued relentlessly for several minutes; finally Larry pulled his tongue from my mouth.
It was a good thing that he released his tongue when he did, since I had been out of breath for quite some time. In addition, my heart was pounding at the same frenzied pace that it had been the day before.
I knew at that point that he had me exactly where he wanted me. It wouldn't have made any difference what he suggested. I would have been willing to go through with it.
Larry slipped the fingers of his right hand toward the back of my uniform. He pursued the white buttons with great intensity, undoing them quickly. His pace was so rapid, in fact, that I cautioned him several times, fearing that he might tear my uniform.
He guided my body downward into the bed, then continued his efforts, pulling one of my arms out of the uniform, then the other.
He pried it from me with one swift tug, then began to concentrate his intentions on my black knit stockings.
He snapped the garter belt several times, then undid it, reaching underneath the stockings and running his fingers against them.
"I've dreamed of doing this for a long time," he laughed. "You've got such beautiful legs. I've got to touch them!"
After the initial fascination of touching the stockings wore off, Larry slipped his fingers against my ivory skin.
He touched the smooth crevices of my flesh, his cock hardening with a new eagerness.
He reached out and grabbed the stocking from my left leg, pulling downward on it, tugging in a swift fashion.
He finally removed the stocking, reaching out and clutching my thigh with the fingers of both hands.
"You're so firm," he sighed. "I really love touching you."
He let the fingers go to work on my other leg, playing with the garter, then sliding his fingers around inside the stocking.
He touched the black stocking a few times, then slid it down my legs, removing it.
He reached out this time with both hands, plunging his fingers sharply against my thighs. It stung a little, but I didn't mind it. He was overwhelming me with his fingers, and I loved every bit of it.
After his fingers plowed into my thighs several times, he slid his fingers down my legs toward my ankles. He squeezed them as well, then removed his fingers.
At that point he turned his attention squarely toward my breasts. He observed their jutting firmness, then let his fingers begin to toy with my pink nipples.
He touched the nipples with great sensitivity, allowing his fingers to maneuver over them ever so slowly.
"You've got gorgeous tits, and I know just how to excite them," he told me.
The next thing I knew, his long, anxious red tongue was beginning to dart against my left breast.
While it was making constant strides, he reached down with his fingers and began prying them against my buttocks. He squeezed the hot flesh around my firm ass-cheeks, and his tongue worked with authoritative skill against my breast.
He worked the tongue around every crevice of flesh, permitting it to slide on the smooth, yet firm, skin.
Once he succeeded in moving his tongue all around my breast, he moved it toward my nipple. He proceeded to give my nipple the once-over, letting his tongue stab against it with swift, effective strokes.
As he finished with my left breast, he quickly shifted his action to my right.
My body began to bounce up and down in the bed, and with my movements, the bedsprings began to jangle.
He continued clutching my buttocks, and that naturally turned me on all the more.
After he finished effectively applying his tongue to my breasts and nipples, he looked down at my blonde pubic mound.
The fingers of his right hand began to move with steaming grace against my pussy. He kept up his finger strokes for a short time, then proceeded to exercise his fingers more briskly against my mound.
He touched the warm, fleshy vaginal walls, precipitating moisture from them. The moment that he began to touch the pussy goo, he grinned broadly.
"I've already got you wet, and I haven't even worked up a sweat," he told me. "You stick with me, honey, and you can't help but get thrilled."
His fingers began to work more speedily than before, and as they made their way around every hot crevice of my snatch, I could feel the searing intensity mounting throughout my entire body.
My breasts shook with great conviction as T thoroughly enjoyed every stroke that his fingers were generating.
Suddenly he removed his fingers, letting his head drop down between my legs.
His fingers caressed and moved up and down my legs, clutching my thighs and legs alternately as he permitted his tongue to move cautiously against my hot mound.
I could see that this was just the start of things. He was warming me up with his tongue movements, getting me in the mood for some vaginal sucking.
His tongue moved slowly at first, exploring every passionate speck of pussy flesh, but he could not hope to contain the fires that were swelling within him and begging for release.
He worked his tongue with convincing skill against my box as the sucking tempo accelerated. All the while I lay back and enjoyed the action he provided.
Larry's fingers continued to clutch at my legs as he worked his tongue quickly against my mound. I could feel the sparks of excitement circulating throughout my whole body.
"Keep tonguing me," I encouraged. "Keep sticking your tongue into my box."
Larry's convincing tongue action continued as he worked me ever closer to a dazzling climax.
I could feel the electricity from my head all the way to my toes, even though it was focused in my pussy.
I finally heaved a loud sigh. My pussy exploded like a rifle shot.
The bed shook as if we were in the midst of an earthquake, and my buttocks continued bouncing up and down on the springs as I orgasmed.
"Go after me, Larry. Drink every delicious drop of me," I begged him.
His tongue continued working feverishly around my mound, licking at my pussy juices.
CHAPTER FOUR
The pussy-sucking episode served to get Larry that much more eager for a good fuck.
He slipped his still anxious tongue inside my mouth, driving it harshly against my tongue.
As his tongue continued directing itself against mine at a breakneck speed, he moved the fingers of both hands against my breasts.
He would squeeze my breasts, then my nipples, maintaining a swift, active cadence of action.
The action reached a crescendo level, then he withdrew his tongue from my mouth.
"I've got to enter you!" he exclaimed.
I didn't even attempt to argue by that time, even though I realized the implications of the act.
His strong fingers reached out and clutched at my thighs. He parted my legs, heaved a sigh, then propelled his body forward.
I saw his throbbing member as it moved with swift decisiveness toward my waiting mound.
As he pushed his cock forward, entering my pussy, I thrust my body forward so that I met him hard.
He moved his cock steadily as he thrust it with anxiety inside my mound, driving and stabbing it at a swift pace as he continued entering me, letting his cock slide ever deeper inside my pussy.
While his buttocks twisted back and forth and he systematically glided his cock into my mound with steadiness, he worked his tongue inside my mouth.
His tongue darted and stabbed with purposeful excitement against my tongue as the action continued. He kept on pumping his cock, driving it into me now all the way, thrusting it eagerly into me.
My vaginal walls were moist with excitement, and my ass-cheeks wiggled every time his throbbing cock pushed into my pulsating mound.
We quickly learned each other's movements, developing a steady tempo which brought us toward the brink of orgasm.
Larry no doubt would have liked to prolong the action further, but it appeared that it was completely beyond him. He was too overcome by the excitement of it all to in any way slow down his pace.
His cock kept pumping with diligent grace as he effectively worked it into my mound.
We became enmeshed in each other's passion. I lived for Larry just as he, at that point, lived for me. We were desiring to provide each other with the greatest degree of excitement possible.
My buttocks kept on wiggling and my tits bounced up and down with effusive enthusiasm as he kept on pumping, stabbing his cock diligently into my mound as he moved closer to the ultimate resolution of the act.
He quickly withdrew his tongue from my mouth at this point.
"You sure can kiss," I sighed.
"How about my cock."
"It's beautiful. I love the way it's pumping."
"I'll be shooting my juices inside your pussy soon."
"Keep up the good work," I nodded.
His fingers moved with relentless zeal against my breasts. I liked the way his fingers would curl around the firm folds of flesh. He would then let his tongue drop down to my left breast, permitting it to slide effectively against my warm bosom.
He moved his tongue over to my right tit, moving it even more quickly than he had over my left.
His fingers kept on sliding against my buttocks. He loved holding onto my buttocks, since it helped him in gliding his penis with authoritative effectiveness inside my mound.
My passion pit was overwhelmed with anxiety as he kept on plunging his penis into my pussy.
"Just wait," he said.
"I was about ready to shoot," I declared.
"I'm not surprised. If these movements couldn't excite you, then nothing could."
He reached out and patted my buttocks several times, then gently spanked me, keeping up the slaps until my ass-cheeks reddened slightly.
But he wasn't about to hurt. me. He just wanted to sting me a few times and provide himself with some sensations at the same time.
The darts and stabs continued as he moved his cock with determined grace. He was moving ever closer to his triumphant orgasm, preparing to release the hot, white juices from his cock.
Once more he decided that it was time to allow his tongue to work effectively inside my mouth, so he moved it steadily and speedily toward me.
Our tongues locked, and all the while he kept pushing and pumping, driving his pecker with determination into my slippery vagina.
At that point I could no longer hold back the juices within me. My whole body gave way as I trembled as the juices spilled out of my pussy.
My orgasm seemed to spur Larry on all the more. As the tongues locked, it was as if he didn't want to let me go.
Larry's fingers, which had been clutching ever so diligently against my buttocks, began to go to work up and down my back. He clutched me from behind, eagerly, continuing to work his cock inside me.
The stabs were becoming faster and more pointed. I could feel a little bit of soreness developing in my vaginal walls, but that wasn't about to bother me at all. Not when I had a handsome young man like Larry delivering an outpouring of his youthful spirit in the form of his hot penis stabs.
His body rocked with savage movements. It was just like somebody was beating jungle drums. As he pumped his prick into me with everything he had, he heaved one loud, prolonged sigh.
As he sighed, the hot white juices began to spill out of the end of his penis.
I closed my eyes and basked in the delightful enjoyment of the episode, feeling the warm juices as they penetrated inside my pussy.
"You're there, oh, you're there," he said. "It's been a beautiful fuck!"
He released his cock from my mound, then looked down at me and smiled. He reached out and touched my face, running his fingers over my forehead, then my cheeks.
"I always want to remember you just like this," he said. "I'll have a lot more fucks, but I doubt I'll ever have one that I'll enjoy any more than I did this one."
He kept looking at me, the intensity never leaving his eyes.
"How about going down on me?" he said. "I could stand to orgasm once more."
I nodded, reaching out with my right hand. I ran my fingers up and down the base of his solid penis. It felt good to once more touch his warm, smooth skin.
I picked up the pace, developing my efforts until my fingers were pumping faster than ever.
"I can't take much more of the finger movements," he asserted. "You're going to have to start sucking baby."
I reached out with the fingers of both hands, titillating his balls. I reached out and squeezed them, then tugged gracefully at the smooth, silky surface.
The ball action caused him to wiggle wildly. His ass-cheeks bounced up and down on the bed with the same degree of excitement that I had just a few minutes earlier. It was heartwarming to me to watch him get that carried away.
As my fingers kept on tugging at his balls, my tongue went to work on the tip of his cock, which I teased with some slow movements.
But Larry wasn't much in the mood for slow movements. He was too far gone and much too overwhelmed with desire. He had to orgasm, and he wanted to do it with my tongue sliding up and down his cock.
My tongue began to gracefully take in the entire base of his long stem. My head bobbed as I kept up the frantic activities, driving my tongue up and down the full length of his enormous organ.
I drove it with great skill, pushing my tongue up and down the enormous length of his pole. All the while he was drawing consistently closer to climax.
"Keep going!" he exclaimed. "You're on the right track!"
I kept on exercising my fingers on his balls and my tongue on his cock. Larry reached out and grabbed my ass-cheeks.
He loved touching my warm, smooth buttocks-flesh, and as he pinched and massaged it I kept on sucking, moving him that much closer to climax.
About the time that his body rocked uncontrollably on the bed, causing a great commotion, making me fearful that somebody might hear us, the stream of white juice began to ignite from the end of his rod.
At first only a few tiny droplets entered my mouth, but eventually the deluge unleashed itself. He unloaded a load of juice which was almost as large as that which he had supplied my mouth the day before.
This time, however, I was successful in catching every drop of sperm that spilled out of the end of it.
I felt enormously proud of myself as I released my tongue from his cock.
I looked at him and smiled. It was a triumphant expression.
"I feel like taking a nap now," he said.
"Just relax, Larry. I don't think you need any more activity for the day."
"I could use more," he smiled, as I began to put my clothes back on.
"Maybe you could, but I wouldn't think of helping you. After all, I think I've exhausted you enough."
"You'd be surprised," he replied. "This stiff cock of mine goes a long way and can perform for long periods of time. The girls at my school don't call me Iron Cock for nothing."
"I don't want to hear any more about that," I said. "It just might make me jealous."
We both laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
The day after my great sex excursion with Larry Fortson, he was released from the hospital.
I was heartbroken as I watched him walk out the hospital door with his parents. He turned back and waved, grinningly, at me. It was crushing to realize this was the end.
I had had two exciting sex jousts with him, but there wouldn't be a third!
I was in a despondent state for almost a week. I felt that, with Larry gone, I was lost. There were no other possibilities for sex, aside from some of the fresh interns, and I just didn't like their attitudes.
Then I began to take an interest in a new patient of mine. He was a fourteen-year-old, and he had something of a quiet charisma about him.
He was a young, red-haired boy by the name of Brent Sawyer.
The fact that he was shy, almost painfully so, made him that much more of a challenge. I found myself thinking about him during my off-duty hours, and I wondered if I dare make a move of a sexual nature in his direction.
One afternoon, following a hectic morning, I walked into Brent's room. He had his pajama top off and was reading an automotive magazine as I entered the room.
"Good afternoon, Brent," I greeted him with a smile.
He put down the magazine.
"Hello, Miss McKenzie."
"You can call me Joan, Brent."
"Fine. I'll do that," he replied softly.
He still was uncomfortable in my presence, and his eyes turned away several times as I looked at him.
I took his temperature, then looked at him with fondness.
"You'll be out of here in no time, Brent," I told him. "You were a pretty sick boy when you came in, though."
"I guess I was working too hard."
"What was the problem? A fourteen year old boy shouldn't be working that hard."
"I'm trying hard to get good grades in school. I want to do very well."
"Well, a person certainly can't criticize that," I laughed. "I really admire you for it. You had a pretty bad case of pneumonia, but now you're getting along real well."
"I feel a whole lot better."
"That's good."
I stood there for several seconds. I felt tingly urges in my vagina. They were the same familiar feelings I had experienced in the presence of Larry.
He looked a little uncomfortable about the way I was staring at him, and finally I took one step toward him.
"Do you find me attractive, Brent?" I found myself saying.
"Why sure," he replied, a little nervously. "Any guy would. Gosh, you're a real beautiful gal!"
At that point was unable to hold back the overpowering passions that flowed within me.
As the tingles continued to circulate throughout my entire body, focusing in my snatch, I thrust my head forward and delivered a searingly passionate kiss to his lips.
I threw my arms around him and let my lips collide with great precision against his. I wanted them to lock as diligently as possible. I had to show this handsome young man just how much I thought of him.
I released my lips from his, then stared at him some more.
"I hope you didn't mind that," I said softly.
"No, not at all," he looked at me.
I didn't like the expression of fear on his face. It meant that, even though I had aroused him sexually I hadn't been able to gain his trust. It was a great challenge, one that I was willing to undertake. I just had to get this young man in a position where I could have him. I had to have him as my lover.
I leaned forward and let my tongue slip inside his mouth. While my tongue circulated briskly against his, I ran my fingers through his hair.
I began panting from the excitement that was generating between us, and as we continued to French, I reached down and unbuttoned his pa jama bottom.
I slipped the fingers of my right hand around the material, sliding the pajama bottom down his legs until it reached his thighs.
By that point I had a clear shot at his penis, and I reached out with my right hand, permitting my fingers to slide up and down the lengthy surface of his organ.
There was one thing about Brent. Perhaps he had been afraid of me in a certain respect, but when it came to exhibiting his passions, there was no way that he could hide what he felt for me. He was excited, and there were no two ways about it.
Perhaps he couldn't work up the nerve to say as much to me, but his hard penis could never lie.
I let my fingers move sweepingly up and down over his erect phallus.
I enjoyed the stimulating contact with his smooth, hard skin, and I could tell from the way his body twitched from my every touch, just how much he was enjoying it.
My tongue continued to spear his tongue energetically, and the passions were rising within both of us as the kissing and the finger action continued.
I released my tongue from his mouth, then finished the act of tugging off his pajama bottom. Great sensations of excitement swept through me as I kept on tugging, moving it down his soft white skin.
I went back to running my fingers over his cock. I let the fingers of my right hand go to work over his cock, then permitted the fingers of my left hand to manipulate soothingly over his testicles.
His face was reddening under the intense excitement of the moment, and I was feeling more confident than ever about pushing ahead. I had him just where I wanted him, and I wasn't about to let young Brent Sawyer go without giving him a good sample of lovemaking.
I kept on working my fingers over the surface of his cock, permitting the fingers of my other hand to skillfully maneuver over his balls.
His body began rhythmically rocking in the bed, and he was adjusting himself to all that was happening. He had been fearful in the beginning about getting involved, but I could see that there would be a certain level of confidence that was gradually building within him, extending itself with each passionate stroke that I put forward.
"Oh, that feels so good, my cock feels so good when you touch it," he told me.
I kept working my fingers over his cock and balls, then leaned forward and kissed his lips one more time.
After my kiss ended, I had an overpowering desire to remove my clothes. I wanted to get as intimate with Brent as possible.
I reached out and began to unbutton the back of my uniform.
A few tugs later, I began pulling it off of me.
When he got his first glimpse of my breasts, hugging against the surface of my white bra, he let out a gasp.
"This is just the beginning," I winked at him.
I had an overpowering desire to undress for Brent. I wanted to make him my lover in every possible way.
I removed the top of my uniform, letting my body flip forward so he could get a better look at my jutting breasts.
I leaned over the side of the bed.
"Reach behind me and take off my bra," I said. "You'll love doing it, honey."
He reached out and undid my bra strap, watching with great interest as the bra dropped down to the floor.
His eyes went over my creamy breasts, and he reached out and let his fingers find their way against the firm folds of flesh.
He touched my tits ever so cautiously at first, allowing one hand to work around each breast.
He worked his fingers in an up and down fashion, enjoying the stimulating contact with my breasts.
He worked his fingers with accelerating speed.
"Grab hold of them," I encouraged. "You can do an even better job than you are now, honey. You can squeeze my tits. That always feels good. It would feel great for you too, to be touching some firm flesh."
His fingers began to squeeze my breasts, which gave him great delight. I observed a smile extending itself across his face.
He then moved his fingers toward my nipples, he pressed his fingers against them.
"That's nice, that's very nice," I laughed.
Once his fingers had succeeded in arousing me through fervent action, I reached down and undid the bottom of my uniform.
I stood before him dramatically in nothing but my panties and my black stockings.
I pushed my right leg forward, then snapped my fingers against my garter belt. I was doing everything I possibly could to tease my lover and get him in the mood for some great sex.
I looked at him fondly, then reached out and began to undo the straps which held together my stockings.
I made certain that I moved slowly, realizing that I was appealing quite strongly to his voyeuristic side.
I removed the right stocking, kicking it off, then showing him my long, trim white leg.
"Reach out and touch it, honey," I looked at Brent and smiled.
He reached out with his left hand, permitting it to run ever so softly against my thigh.
"That's nice. I really like that," he said, still a little shyly.
"I'll take off the stockings," I told him.
Once more my fingers went to work, sliding the stocking down my leg.
I kicked off that stocking as well, then moved my fingers upward toward my panties.
He was staring at me intently, observing the silky white panties as I applied my fingers to the waistband.
I touched the elastic, then began to remove the panties ever so cautiously.
"You're going to see my cunt, darling," I told him.
I watched as his eyes widened as I slipped the panties slowly for dramatic effect down my legs.
He observed the glistening, blonde pussy hairs, and I could see his whole body come un-glued with passionate excitement. His arms quivered as he looked at me.
I accelerated the level of my movements as I slipped the panties down my ankles, then off altogether.
I walked toward him, shoving my body outward and letting him see my fur patch.
"Touch my pussy," I said. "Play with it, baby."
He reached out with his right hand and permitted his fingers to move smoothly over my mound.
It felt good to bask in the glow of this contact with his smooth, warm fingers.
"I like your touch," I said.
The longer that he moved his fingers around my mound, the more quickly and inspiringly Brent warmed up to the subject matter at hand.
Finally he was manipulating his fingers rapidly, letting them slide eagerly over my hot nest.
He released his fingers from my pussy, then looked at me with great earnestness.
I figured that it was time for another kiss, a lengthy French kiss.
So I moved my long red tongue forward, permitting it to enter into his mouth once more.
The tongues converged with great anxiety, and as I let my tongue wiggle against his, basking in the delightful glow of the contact with his tongue, I ran my fingers through his hair.
Our tongues continued to writhe and stab, and when I could tell that he was at the top level of excitement possible based upon the manner in which his whole body shook, I figured it was time to release my tongue from his mouth.
I did so, then looked at him with a friendly smile.
"I guess I've got you warmed up now," I said.
"For anything you might want to do."
"That's the spirit."
"I can't help but feel spirited just being around you," he told me.
That statement, I felt, deserved another kiss, so I let my lips converge against his.
Beads of sweat were running down both sides of my face.
My body quivered with anxiety, and I realized that the time had come for the preliminaries to end and for me to launch into some stimulating sex with Brent.
CHAPTER SIX
I walked quickly over to the door, making certain that it was locked, then walked back to the bed.
I could see from the hungry look on Brent's face that he was enthralled by my naked body.
I slowly slid into bed with him. I let my ankles scrape ever so gently against his legs, causing shock waves to reverberate within both of us. I knew that you just couldn't beat bodily contact.
I maneuvered by body until my ass and vagina were focused just above his head.
"Let's do each other," I suggested. "I want to go all the way with you. I want to start out by sucking your ass-hole."
I worked my tongue inside his anus, enjoying his sharp reaction. His whole body twisted and turned from the sucking movements that I instituted.
Brent was waiting before making his first move. At first he was content to just let me initiate the action, permitting me to move my tongue wetly against his anus.
But soon he picked up the cue, letting his tongue go to work inside my ass-hole. He drove his tongue fervently, matching my movements to the maximum degree possible.
Our bodies circulated passionately in a back and forth fashion.
Our ass-cheeks wiggled from the excitement that we generated with our hot tongue stabs.
All the while the pace developed. We worked our tongues with great conviction, driving them forward, moving them at a spirited level.
I liked the fact that Brent had been quick to react to my movements. He was matching me, letting his tongue flow with magnificent grace inside my ass-hole.
My whole body danced with excitement every time that my tongue planted itself evfcr deeper inside his anus.
We kept up those fervent ass strokes until I recognized that my pussy was far too agitated for me to be able to continue any longer, I knew that I would have to release my juices, and with that purpose in mind I withdrew my tongue from his penis.
"I've got to have your cock, and you've got to have my pussy," I told him. "Let's go after the juice."
He nodded, then slipped his tongue against my warm, inviting slit.
The moment that his tongue fastened against my passion pit, I began to work my tongue against the very tip of his cock.
While my tongue worked with spectacular ease, picking up the pace ever so gradually, I reached out with my right hand and let my fingers slide against his hot balls.
We were letting the passionate flow of action increase at our own pace, and we kept things up as briskly as possible, never letting anything sag. I'm sure he received tremendous enthusiasm looking at my twisting ass-cheeks. I do have a lovely butt and, when I twist it ever so convincingly, I can't help but turn on the man who is watching it.
His tongue kept on registering speedily against my blazing cunt, and as he worked it, he slipped the index finger of his right hand into my anus.
It was a brilliant move on his part, and it served to spur me on all the more.
His finger kept probing higher and higher into my ass-hole as my tongue worked briskly against his cock.
I kept up the action against his cock for quite some time, then began to extend the action to the base of his long, throbbing, fleshy instrument.
While my tongue was working with conviction on his cock, I let my fingers move against his balls. I squeezed them gently, enjoying the movements that were developing between us.
The faster I proceeded with my sucking on Brent's cock, the deeper he stabbed my ass-hole with his finger.
The throbbing sensations were reeling throughout my vagina, and I knew that I was on the verge of shooting.
My body twisted with greater urgency than before, and it began to shake dramatically as the juices spilled out of my mound and into his mouth.
As the juices were being released from my snatch, his finger probed even higher and deeper into my ass-hole.
Once he received the final few droplets of juice from my mound, he went right back to licking me again. He was desirous of receiving a second load.
As for my pussy, it felt like it could easily explode again.
I kept up my active pursuit of his cock, hoping that perhaps we'd be able to orgasm at the same time.
I could tell from the way in which his body was shifting back and forth that he was getting exceedingly restless. For that reason, I quickened the level of my sucking, sliding my tongue as speedily as I could up and down the full length of his instrument.
I kept on working my fingers over his balls, and began anticipating with great interest the moment at which the fires of his cock would reach their highest level.
Just as I was bolting a second time, I received the first few droplets of juice from his cock.
I knew that Brent had only given me a few tiny samples of what was to follow. It was the prelude to the big storm, the cock deluge that I had been conscientiously awaiting.
The hot white droplets soon began to flood my mouth. I braced myself for the load, and was in a good position to suck every drop of cum that spilled out of the end of his spear.
The juices kept on spurting, and I was there to take advantage of every drop that was coming my way.
I went after the juices eagerly, going after them with great conviction. I had put a great deal of time and effort into the spirited sucking, and now I was receiving the just desserts of those efforts.
We rested in the aftermath of our orgasms.
He placed his head against my breast, and I ran my fingers through his now sweaty hair.
"I hope you're not sorry about getting involved with me," I said, remembering that I had had many fears about my involvement with Larry.
"I never did anything I enjoyed more," he replied. "I was real scared in the beginning, but you took the fear out of me. After the fear went away, I could only think of having fun."
"Just make sure you keep feeling that way. We want to give each other as much pleasure as possible."
"Oh yes, I really believe that," he nodded.
I leaned forward and delivered a tender kiss to his forehead. He had a calm look on his face as he stared at me.
"I wish I could stay here the rest of the day," I said. "But I do have some other calls to make."
"Can't we do a little something more?"
"I'm afraid I'd better not risk it. I've risked enough already."
"I loved it so much. Can't I at least lick you again ? "
"You're making it awfully tough for me to say no," I laughed, "but I must. I really do have an awful lot more work to do."
"I understand."
"I knew you would," I smiled, patting him on top of the head. "You're a very decent young man, Brent. Are you always this shy around girls?"
"Usually I am, until I get to know them."
"I have a hunch that after now you won't be that shy any more."
"Maybe not. My girl friend is the only girl I really feel comfortable around. I know I could have more girlfriends if I was a little less shy."
"Sure you could. I hope I helped you along."
"Oh yes, you did."
"I'll be checking in on you tomorrow."
"I'll really be waiting for that," he smiled.
"Don't think that we're going to engage in hanky panky every time I come in here."
"No, but you've got me worked up now to where I want to do it with you quite a bit."
"This is quite some hospital stay for you, isn't it?" I smiled, seeing the irony in the situation.
"It really is."
I dressed quickly, then left Brent's room. My last act was to throw a kiss as I left the room.
During the rest of the afternoon, I had periodic misgivings about what I had done. I realized I was digging an ever deepening hole for myself, but somehow I just didn't seem to care.
I liked letting my emotions go for once and doing what I wanted to do.
Even if Brent Sawyer was only fourteen years old, he was able to take care of me sexually as well as any grown man could have done. At that point in my life, that was really all that counted.
I kept seeing his huge cock before me, and realized that it would be very difficult for me to refrain from having sex with him the next time I went to his room.
The extent of my commitment was almost sure to deepen.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following day when I went into Brent's room, I felt a tremendous sense of apprehension.
My mind was still fluctuating between doing what my body wanted to do, and doing what I deemed to be appropriate, namely, following the safe course of conduct that I had been following for so long.
Once I saw Brent, however, all my well laid plans were immediately put to rest.
He was sitting at his bedside, wearing nothing but his pajama bottom, just as had been the case the day before.
This time, though, he immediately shed the pajama bottom. He moved it swiftly down his legs, then kicked it off with one decisive movement.
He looked down at his huge shaft, reaching out and touching the tip of it.
"This is just the tip of the iceberg," he laughed.
"That doesn't look like an iceberg. That looks like steam heat."
"Call it what you like. It's ready to go to work."
"I should say that it is," he laughed.
I watched as his fingers began to circulate up and down the full length of his enormous instrument. It made me feel a tremendous sense of overwhelming passion.
The longer his fingers thrust against it, the more inclined I was to begin thinking just how great it would be to have him enter me, just as Larry had.
I realized that it was becoming contagious, the act of getting involved with young men in hospitals. But what can a girl do when she gets to the point where she feels she really needs that kind of release?
I liked the innocence of Brent, and he looked extra cute running his fingers up and down the full length of his penis.
The innocence that he possessed gave me the impression of a very young boy doing something that he considered only faintly naughty, but just enough to draw some provocative stares.
We certainly would have drawn a number of provocative stares and reactions from some quarters, but certainly not from each other since we were too hooked on each other's body.
I got the point quickly enough when I saw the innocence with which he was bringing his fingers to bear as they manipulated up and down his erect phallus.
I went to work undressing, watching his throbbing peter all the while, dreaming fondly of the moment when we would jump into bed together.
His fingers pumped with such great enthusiasm that I knew he couldn't keep up that level of activity for very long. Soon he would just have to get into the act of screwing.
I undressed more quickly than I had the day before. I had been through one beautiful experience with my handsome lover Brent and was looking forward to yet another.
When I began to slide my panties down my legs, Brent's eyes perked up with great interest as he focused on my vagina.
"I love your naked cunt," he said. "I love you. I've got to fuck you."
I liked the degree of urgency with which he was speaking. It made me feel extra good.
I slid my body into bed with him. Our legs locked, then he threw his arms around my body.
This time he took the initiative, something that made me happy. It convinced me that he had learned his lesson well the day before.
His lips collided with mine several times in rapid succession. He released his lips, then began to run his fingers down my back. He then touched my legs, thoroughly loving every bit of contact that passed between us.
He finally worked his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues worked with tremendous eagerness and skill. Every time that they locked, we became that much more enchanted with each other.
His fingers rifled through my hair several times, after which he brought the fingers of both hands to bear on my buttocks.
I liked the conviction with which he squeezed my firm white globes of ass-flesh. I wanted him to go all the way with me, to fuck me in any manner that he wanted to.
I felt a burning need to touch his cock, so I reached out after he released his tongue from my mouth and touched the tip of it.
That one touch alone brought tremendous sparks shooting within him. His body trembled, and I began to jerk my fingers more quickly than before over the tip of his instrument.
I extended the movements to the rest of his cock, watching as the tickling sensations caused his body to twitch several times.
"You sure know how to play with my cock," he said.
"I want to suck it."
"I want you to," he nodded. "You know, I jerked off last night, just thinking about you."
"I'm flattered. Those are the kind of thoughts I want you to carry concerning me."
I worked my fingers up and down his cock several more times, then focused my fingers on his balls.
I loved touching the warm, soft, expanding testicles, and the more freely that my fingers worked over them, the better that I felt about having met Brent and having seduced him.
I could see that it was doing Brent a world of good, just as it was me, as we both let ourselves go.
I played with his smooth testicles for several moments, then dropped my tongue down to them. I worked my tongue against his balls, permitting it to scrape ever so gently against their bulging warmth.
His ass-cheeks quaked with sensation from the tongue movements that I was applying, and his breathing became heavier than before.
"That's real nice," he said. "Those are the kinds of sensations I love."
I began to speed up my movements, letting my tongue cover every crevice of hot flesh around his swelling testicles.
From the way that his body was moving, I could tell that he was unable to take much more of that kind of conscientious effort. He would be shooting soon, and I knew that I should move my tongue down toward his penis.
I worked my tongue over the tip of it. I liked the idea of tickling the very tip of his cock. I then worked it downward, and then was sweeping back up toward the tip of his cock.
I felt that the best way to turn him on would be to alternate the movements, sliding my tongue first over the tip of his penis, then working it down his lengthy pole toward his balls.
Those steady movements put him in a state of frenzy, and his whole body was resplendent with passion and energy as a result of the movements that I was putting forward.
I kept on sliding my tongue over his dick, making him feel ever more torrid.
"Do it faster," he encouraged.
I knew that his pecker needed that kind of conscientious effort to get it off in the hottest way possible, so I went to work with that objective in mind, sliding my tongue eagerly up and down the full length of his spear.
As I consistently worked my tongue against his rod, he reached out and toyed with my buttocks. I loved the skilled, sincere manner in which he brought his fingers to bear, and it made me feel good all over to know that he was taking care of me.
I needed his load, and the longer my head bobbed up and down over his long, aroused cock, the more desirous that I became to taste him.
As I kept on systematically pumping, I worked the fingers of my right hand downward over his balls. I tickled his balls, then tugged at them, doing my best to provide him with every bit of agitation possible.
He was enjoying the conscientious pace I was setting, and I could observe the deep sweat surfacing both on his forehead and under his arms. He was feeling a great deal of physical tension as a result of my spirited tongue movements.
I had to continue my movements, letting my head bob, my gorgeous blonde hair waving in the breeze that was generated by my intense sucking.
His fingers kept on vigorously clutching my buttocks, getting me ever more excited as I worked him closer to the point of climax.
"I'm going to shoot it off," he announced proudly. "It's not going to be long now, baby. It won't be long at all before I unleash my load. I'm going to juice in your mouth. You're going to taste it, you're going to love it. Oh, I love the way you're playing with my balls. Keep on tugging at them just like you're doing now. As long as you keep that up, you're going to make me real happy. Damned, but I feel sexy. And it's all because of you, sweetheart ... all because of your sucking."
I kept on working my tongue over his penis, and soon I got him to the point where there was no turning back.
He was overwhelmed by it all and his body rocked back and forth several times in rapid succession as the first few shots of his hot, white cream began to shoot into my mouth.
The first few drops alerted me, and they were followed quickly by his hot avalanche of white orgasmic liquid, which shot eagerly into my waiting mouth.
As the juices continued to fly, he ran his fingers against my ass-cheeks. He clutched them tightly, gasping and quivering as his orgasm was unleashed into my mouth.
I released my tongue from his cock, then looked at him with great affection.
"I need you again," I told him. "I had to go down on you, but I also want you to enter me."
"I want to do it!"
"Let's string it out. I'd like for you to make love to me first. I'd love you to lick me all over, baby."
"like where?"
"like in my mouth, under my arms, I want you to lick my legs, and I want you to suck my mound."
"That all sounds real exciting," he laughed. "And it will get you more excited. It will cause your cock to harden, and then you're going to have to shoot. There won't be any two ways about it."
"I feel like I could go again real fast."
"I'm sure you could, but I don't want to rush things too fast. Let's not race. Let's really enjoy ourselves."
"I'm all for that."
"Of course you are. So am I. We're made for each other, baby."
At that point my lips instinctively pressed against his. Once more his fingers clutched fervently against my ass-cheeks.
He released his lips from mine, then looked at me affectionately. He ran his fingers through my hair, then leaned forward and let his tongue begin to move against my left breast.
"That's right, I want it there too," I nodded, sighing as he put every bit of emphasis he possessed into every suck.
"Drive your tongue, darling, drive it against my breast."
He worked his tongue with great enthusiasm, sliding it sweepingly over my breast.
He kept up his brilliant pace, enjoying what he was doing, loving the degree of conviction with which he was making me happy.
His hot, flaming red tongue would compress itself against my firm white breast flesh. He would manipulate his tongue for a while against my left breast, then move the action over to my right.
He kept me busy all the time, and pretty soon I was puffing and gasping from the excitement that he was generating with his tongue.
He finished his sucking movements against my breast, then worked his tongue up toward my armpit.
I raised my arm ever so slowly, then watched as he dug in, permitting his tongue to generate speedily against my armpit.
My body twisted and turned as he gave me the once-over with his tongue, permitting it to sweep ever so erotically against me.
While his tongue remained busy on my armpit, he permitted his fingers to work on my left breast and nipple.
I liked the fact that he had left a trail of saliva on it, and it felt extra good to have his fingers pressing ever so firmly against the skin.
He kept up the sucking under my left arm for a little while, then released his tongue and worked it over toward my other armpit.
He knew just how to keep the action moving at a fast pace. I guess it was instinctive, based upon the fact that he was as excited by me as I was by him.
We had some beautiful body chemistry passing between us, and I couldn't help but feel inspired by every bit of sucking that he did.
After he had more than inspired me with the armpit licking, he permitted his tongue to move down toward my thighs.
He began with my left thigh, which he permitted his tongue to circulate against. It was deliciously exciting to receive that kind of erotic appreciation, and the tempo quickly built as he kept up his sucking pace.
At first he licked my left thigh, then let his teeth nibble ever so gently against it.
He kept up his activities until my body was unable to withstand much more, at which point he shifted the action to my right thigh.
The thigh action left me almost limp with excitement, and by the time he finished there, he was ready to move on to my pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brent cupped his fingers industriously around my buttocks, then brought his tongue to bear against my pussy.
He started out with a few soft, slow strokes. They were getting-acquainted strokes, as he moved the action forward ever so slowly, intending to let things build at a gradual level.
But we were both much too hot to keep the action at a low level for very long. Before I knew it, he was permitting his tongue to work more speedily than before against my mound.
He drove his tongue quickly, stepping up the pace dramatically as he sent me into a surging whirlpool of passion.
He drove his tongue with whiplash consistency, sending it into every crevice of my mound, filling me with all kinds of wonderful burning sensations every time he came into contact with my mound.
He moved his fingers quickly from my buttocks to my thighs. He pressed the flesh firmly enough to give me the impression that he was firmly in command, which was just the way I wanted it.
I wanted this hot young man to completely take charge of things, and that's precisely what he was doing, driving his tongue even deeper into my love nest.
He kept flicking his tongue until the sparks were flying within me. The moisture began to surface on my mound, and I knew that it wouldn't be much longer before I exploded my load into his mouth.
He kept driving his tongue, plunging his fingers ever deeper against my thigh.
"You've got the right movements," I told him. "Just keep going, honey. There's no way you can improve on what you're doing.'
My feet kicked upward several times under the steady tongue onslaught that he was generating. It felt great to have him consistently working his tongue so skillfully against my mound.
In a driving flourish of energy, he pushed me quickly to the brink of orgasm.
My whole body rocked, and I let out a huge sigh as the stream of passion-juice rocketed out of my pussy and into his waiting mouth.
I watched the expression of supreme exhilaration which fastened itself across his face as he industriously attacked my mound, going after the juices that shot out of my pussy.
"You're really a pro," I complimented him. "You know just how to excite me, and how to swallow my juices once I shoot them into you."
He released his tongue from my box, then worked his fingers against my thighs, crushing them against my flesh.
He parted my legs with great eagerness, then moved his cock forward, permitting it to enter inside my mound.
He twisted his body from side to side, then maneuvered nty body at a slight angle, where he proceeded to make his initial penetration.
I let out a gasp as he made his first entrance, and with every subsequent forward jolt of his penis, I felt that much better and closer to him.
There was no way that I could beat the feeling of physical rapport that I felt with handsome, young Brent as he kept pouring his passionate cock ever deeper into my inviting mound.
His cock muscles swelled against my vaginal walls, which were so eager to surrender to the impulses of his searing forward thrusts.
I liked to watch the supercharged way in which his buttocks flared back and forth as he pounded his prick into my willing hole.
My joy hole was alive with energy from the dynamic forward penetration that he consistently made. He clutched my buttocks firmly and convincingly as he kept up his driving movements, plunging into my mound.
He loved what he was doing, and I liked his penetrating movements. He exercised just the right tempo, not going too fast nor too slow.
Spiritedly he kept up the movements, sliding his cock ever deeper into my already moist pussy, which was ready to overflow with excitement from the erotic energy that he was bestowing on me with his splendid penis.
"Keep pumping," I encouraged. "Keep up the pace you're maintaining. I really like it. I love the electricity you're generating with your tool. Keep sending it into me. That's it, darling, you're doing it just right, you're really making me come alive with excitement. I love what you're doing."
His fingers flipped from my buttocks down to my thighs, then to my ankles. He moved the fingers upward then toward my thighs, keeping up his blistering pace as he drove his tool ever deeper into my mound.
With scintillating passionate skill he kept on rocking his body back and forth as he pumped his penis into me.
He moved ever closer to climax, putting everything he had into his brisk strokes.
"Keep on pumping," I encouraged. "I like your pace, honey. Oh, are you ever pouring your cock into me. I know you're going to shoot fast. I know you can't hold out much longer. Oh yes, I love it, I love every bit of it."
He finally let his fingers work their way toward my breasts. He twisted his fingers resolutely against my nipples.
At first his finger movements hurt a little, but I became sufficiently adjusted to them; I enjoyed the sensations.
He teased my nipples with swift strokes, and as he kept up the finger action his cock moved into the final stages of the fuck.
I could tell from the swift, convincing manner in which he pumped his penis "into me that he was not far from unleashing his white juice into my mound.
On the other occasion he had orgasmed in my mouth, and now he was all set to explode his cock juice in my mound.
I was all hot inside, and knew that I too would be orgasming. I felt that the moment would arrive at just about the point in time at which he would be shooting.
I thrust my body upward to meet his every dashing forward stroke. His fingers were now sliding down my legs.
It was quite a double sensation, feeling his fingers moving down my legs while his cock kept on spearing my pussy with relentless energy-
At long last I found myself unable to contain my orgasm, and it began to spill out of me. I could see that my orgasmic experience caused Brent to become that much more excited.
It pushed him ever closer to climax as he sent his surging cock flaring into me several more times.
He rocked it convincingly forward, pushing and plunging it as he moved into the last few strokes.
"Get set!" That was all he said.
Those two words said it all, and several moments later he clutched my thighs as his body began to shake. The stream of white orgasmic liquid shot out of his rod.
I felt the joyous sensation of the white, spurting liquid coming into contact with my pussy.
I luxuriated in the delicious glow of his orgasm, and I felt every bit as good on the receiving end as he must have felt when he unleashed his juices into my waiting pussy.
He heaved a sigh of relief as he released his now limp penis from my mound.
"I guess I took about all the juice out of you," I exclaimed.
"I guess so, for the time being," he said.
"I know. There's no way you can keep a good man down for very long."
"I hope I proved that I was a good man to you, baby."
"You proved that, my dear," I assured him, reaching out and patting him on top of the head.
I got up slowly from the bed, putting my clothes on.
Brent lay watching me as I dressed. I could tell from the admiration he had on his face just how much he truly thought of me.
"You know, I sure wish I was old enough to marry you," he said.
"Some day you'll make a lucky girl a wonderful husband, Brent."
"But I really want you, Joan. We really click together."
"I know we do, but that doesn't mean that things can go on forever. You'll find another girl that you'll click with too. I'll guarantee it."
"I'm not so sure," he shook his head, a little dejectedly.
"Don't feel bad, Brent. We just had some beautiful sex."
"I feel bad that you have to leave the room. I wish that you could stay here with me all the time."
"That's a sweet thing for you to say. I really appreciate it. I want you to know that."
"I really mean it. You're a great girl, Joan, you really are.
"There's nobody that I'd rather hear a compliment like that from."
I kissed his lips with great feeling, then left the room.
I couldn't bring myself to tell him, but it was just as painful for me to separate from him as it must have been for him. If I ever revealed the extent of my feeling, I know that it would only have made the developing entanglement between us all that much more complex.
I only hoped that when Brent and I separated, as we must, that we wouldn't both wind up brokenhearted.
I found out that there was such a thing as communicating a little too well in circumstances that are less than ideal. I knew that Brent would never be a permanent part of my life, but the more I thought about him, the more I found myself wishing that he could occupy such a pedestal.
I learned as a result of that experience that I was not the type of girl who could engage in casual affairs. When I truly put out for a man, there were all kinds of torrid emotions that came with the involvement.
It was an inherent part of me.
CHAPTER NINE
My wild and wonderful affair with Brent lasted for three more days.
On each of those occasions, we had sex. I got accustomed to slipping my tongue over his cock and being straddled by him as he pumped his penis into me.
But all good things come to an end, I suppose, and my relationship with Brent was no different. He left the hospital, and there were tears in the eyes of both of us when he left.
I recognized not only that was I taking a calculated risk having sex with young male patients, but that I was extending that risk by getting involved emotionally and then having to bring the relationship to a halt.
I was just trying to get over the ill effects of the forced break-up with Brent when, one afternoon, Dr. Harry Peterson, a young intern, ran into me in the hall.
I tried to avoid confrontation with him as I always did. From the very beginning, when I first started to work at City Hospital, I learned to dislike Harry Peterson.
Some of my fellow nurses liked him, but I frankly couldn't see why. Maybe I was being too negative. Just because I disliked him, I was inclined to discover any bad characteristic that I could link to him.
I remember thinking that, even though I did dislike him, he did have a kind of handsomeness about him-almost a mystique. He had light brown hair and an impish glow about him.
He made you think about a cute little boy when he was at his best. I didn't see much of the cute little boy, though. Instead I saw another side of him, that of the freewheeling, conceited playboy.
Young Harry came from a wealthy family. His father had been a prominent physician in the city for years, and Harry was bound and determined to follow in his footsteps. He drove a silver Porsche and attempted to conduct himself like a big man in every respect-particularly with the girls.
He was always coming on with the big line, doing his best to get intimately acquainted with nurses.
When I saw just how free he was with his light chatter, I immediately turned off. But my dislike for him seemed to somehow intensify his determination in getting acquainted with me. He seemed to try all the harder to get me to go out with him, even though I put him down quite often, sometimes in the fiercest manner possible.
He had a silly little grin on his face as he approached me in the hall, and I looked out the corner of my right eye, seeking escape.
"Joan, wait up," he said.
I stopped immediately, much against my wishes, but I couldn't just walk away from him. I was still trying to maintain good relations with all the people in the department where I worked, even though it was difficult in Harry's case.
I stood pensively, waiting for him to approach.
"How are things with you?" he asked.
"Fine, but I don't imagine you stopped me just for that. Did you?"
"What makes you so uptight around me?" he frowned, his ego shattered from the way I was talking to him.
"I don't know. I guess it just comes natural."
"I'll have you know that I'm pretty well liked around here," he snapped. "I don't know where you get the idea that you can talk to me in such a harsh manner."
"I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to sound harsh. It's just that I don't want you to come on in a fresh manner, like you do so many times."
"Whether I'm fresh or not is a matter of interpretation," he chuckled. "I happen to think that I'm a born charmer with the ladies."
"You're welcome to think anything you like."
"What kind of crack is that?"
"Nothing. I'm just saying that if you think you're a charmer, it's a free country. You can think anything you please."
"Then what you're saying is that you don't buy it, do you?"
"I didn't say that, you did."
"You're getting awfully damn cute," he said impatiently. "Let's talk the whole thing over over a cup of coffee."
"I really do have some calls to make."
"Look, I know it's nothing that can't wait. None of the people that you're looking after are in that bad shape. You can have a cup of coffee with me. You can make your calls later."
"I'm sorry, Dr. Harry Peterson," I said, with a tinge of sarcasm, "but my hospital duties come first."
"It's your hospital duties that I'm going to talk to you about," Harry said sternly. "As a matter-of-fact, that's what I was leading up to. I want to have a business conversation with you. It's very important. Your welfare is of immediate concern. So if I were you, I'd stop acting snotty and start acting a little civil."
"What is it that you want to talk to me about?" I asked, fearful over the tone of gravity in his voice. I didn't put anything past Harry, not even pulling rank on me by creating pressure. I had wanted to be completely tactful with him, but when I saw him coming on in a cheap manner, it totally shattered my equilibrium.
"Let's go have the coffee and I'll let you know," he said.
I noticed that my knees were trembling a little as we walked out the corridor leading to the restaurant. I hoped he wasn't going to serve up too big a bombshell. I had seen him eyeing me from a distance many times lately.
The look of hunger in his eyes had made me feel highly uncomfortable. Perhaps things were going to surface all too quickly in this case. All I knew I had to keep my wits about me.
The restaurant was practically deserted. The luncheon hour had ended, one hour earlier, and Harry escorted me to a booth toward the rear of the restaurant.
The waitress came over and said hello to both of us. Harry ordered a couple of coffees.
He settled back and took a long sip from his cup. He had a reflective look on his face. I could tell that he was trying to nail down the presentation he was about to make before opening his mouth.
"You've been a busy young girl lately," he looked at me and grinned slyly.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, around the hospital here."
"Of course. The moment I went to work as a nurse, I learned to anticipate long hours. And sometimes even weekends."
"I wasn't talking about that."
"Then what were you talking about?"
"I was talking about your cozy relationships with several patients."
At that point my heart began doing flip-flops. I could hardly believe what I had just heard.
"You'll have to be more specific. I don't know what you're talking about" was all I could say after a long pause.
"Oh sure. You're real innocent about this whole thing," he laughed. "like hell you are."
"Look, if you're going to be insulting, I'm going to get up and leave," I said, putting on the best righteous-indignation act I could.
Actually I was afraid to stick around any longer for fear that he was going to drop a huge bombshell from which I wouldn't be able to recover.
"I'd sit securely in your seat, if I were you," he said. "You're in a very vulnerable position, and I think that you'd need the help of old Harry rather than his hindrance at this point."
"I still don't know what you're driving at. I wish you'd spell things out a little more specifically," I told him.
"Oh, so you're going to keep handing me that line," Harry laughed. "You know damned well what I'm talking about. like with Brent Sawyer. I suppose you weren't balling with him? Is that what you're going to tell me?"
Before I could even answer, I gave myself away. My head dropped embarrassedly, and my eyes began to grow misty.
"You're insulting me," was all that I could think of to say.
"I'm just confronting you with a few facts. Actually, it's nothing for you to be upset about. I was really surprised, honey. I knew that you were taking pretty long with some of those calls. At first I construed it was nothing more than being a conscientious nurse, though."
"What made you so concerned about my schedule?"
"I make it a point to find out a little something about all the cute nurses around here. I want to get to know them real well. Intimately, if you know what I mean, baby."
"You're so vile."
"Sorry about being vile," Harry laughed. "But what would you call that little session you had in Brent Sawyer's room yesterday? I thought you were going to swallow his cock, you were sucking it so hard and fast. You couldn't give that guy enough sex to save your life, could you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. You're just fishing."
"I've already told you one thing that was going on in that room. You were sucking his cock. After that, he really rammed his prick into your pussy. I must say I got quite ,a hard-on just watching you. I had to knock off early and see one of the nurses who was off duty that day. That's what you did for me. And I kept wishing all the while that I was in Brent's place. I wanted to be fucking you. Even though the nurse that I balled later was cute, she really wasn't in your league, sweetheart."
"You're cruel, Harry."
"I was just using my detective's instincts. I thought I heard some strange sounds coming from that room. Then I investigated. You know, there's a little bit of a crack in the door. I just managed to peek inside long enough to see what was going on. It was very interesting, I must say, but you can rest easy. I didn't tip off another soul. That will be just our secret, honey."
"Thank goodness for that," I sighed.
I realized, however, that I was anything but out of the woods, particularly when he flipped his right hand beneath the table and let it come to rest on my knee cap.
"I'll take care of you if you'll take care of me," Harry said bluntly.
"I wish you'd take your hand off my knee, Harry."
"I don't see why I should," he laughed. "You're really not in that much of a position to tell me what to do, baby. I'm surprised at you being all that naive. You know, I'm a pretty important man in your life now, and there are no two ways about that. I guess you know what will happen if I go out and tell even one person about all this. One person who happens to have a little authority around this place. I could wreck you, baby, wreck you for good. Put that one in your pipe and smoke it."
"I don't happen to smoke a pipe," I said sadly, hardly knowing what else to say.
"Excuse the expression. Maybe it's not the appropriate one, but it serves the purpose for now. Drink up your coffee, my dear. We have something to do."
"What? I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
"We're going to have a celebrated blast," he chuckled. "As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to take you in my private office. We'll lock the door and just let nature take its course."
"No, absolutely not. I won't be treated like a whore," I asserted angrily.
"Get a hold of yourself," Harry whispered.
"You'd better calm down, sweetie. Remember, I'm the guy who holds your fate in his hands. It isn't going to be all that tough making me happy. All you've got to do is stop acting like such a goddam snob and start acting a little more civil. If you could just do that, then you'd be surprised just how much of a gentleman I could be. After a while you won't even find me all that demanding, baby."
I slumped a little lower in my chair. I recognized that he had me dead to rights.
There didn't seem to be any other choice. I would have to follow through. He was calling the shots at that point.
CHAPTER TEN
Harry took me into his private office, locking the door.
He leered at me for several seconds, then walked over toward a leather sofa in one corner of the room.
He bent over and tugged at the sofa several times. I watched it collapse into a double bed.
"Pretty clever, huh?" he looked at me and smiled. "I've had a few consultations in here with some cute nurses. For a while there I was beginning to think you'd never join the ranks, but I'm happy that you're with me now, Joan. Better late than never, I always say."
He looked down at the collapsed sofa, then began to take off his white coat.
He removed his shirt next, then his T-shirt. As he began to undo his belt, I could see the sizeable bulge in his trousers. He was quite obviously ready to exercise his cock on me, even though I hated even the thought of it.
He unzipped his trousers, then pulled out his long hard stem. The longer that he looked at it, the more impressed he seemed to become with himself.
"Just take a look at my rod," he said. "If that isn't a proud cock, then I'll eat my goddam hat. But speaking of eating, I'll bet you're just delicious. I can hardly wait to train my tongue on your pussy. I've dreamed for so long about taking off your panties and those sexy black stockings. I really want to go to work with my tongue. You're going to love it, baby, when I do it."
He went back to undressing himself. He pulled his pants down his long legs, then stepped out of them.
Harry's last act of undressing was to slip out of his shorts, then he walked over toward me.
My whole body was trembling fearfully as I stood in the far corner of the room, doing my best to make myself as inconspicuous as possible.
But it was clear to me by that point that there was no way that I was going to elude Harry. He wanted me, and that's all there was to it.
He threw his arms around me with one dramatic gesture. He encircled me with his arms, then he tugged at me. He exercised so much pressure that it hurt, and as he hung on for dear life he slipped his lips forward toward mine.
Harry puckered up dramatically, then leaned forward as his lips collided devastatingly with mine.
His fingers pressed against the small of my back as he allowed his lips to remain pressed ever so firmly and convincingly against mine.
He finally released his lips, after which he decided to explore my breasts.
At first he was inclined just to run his fingers smoothly over the white material of my nurse's uniform, but soon he required more, so he began unbuttoning the back of my uniform, then slipping his fingers inside the front of it.
I felt like a couple of mice were crawling around inside me when his fingers moved skillfully toward my bra. He slipped them beneath the bra, then cupped both breasts in his hands.
"You really have a nice set of tits," he said. "You don't need to waste your time on young kids like Brent, not when you've got a man like me around who's willing to give you all the action you can possibly stand."
He slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He let it maneuver quickly. It was spinning out of control, shooting throughout my mouth with quick but thorough strokes.
While he continued to French me, his fingers remained locked around my breasts. He was touching them fervently, almost to the point of pain.
Harry released his tongue from my mouth, then went back to undressing me.
He finished unbuttoning the back of my nurse's uniform, then took me by the left hand and walked me over toward the bed.
"Come on and get inside," he ordered softly but firmly. "I want to finish the act right here. You don't know how many times I've dreamed about this moment. I would always think about undressing you when I was by myself at night. You don't know how many times I'd have to get up and start jerking myself off just because of that."
He laughed, then removed my uniform. He reached out and grabbed my stockings.
There was something about those stockings that made guys hornier than usual. I remembered how turned-on my lover Larry had been with them.
Harry's fingers were trembling as he undid the straps that held my garter belt together.
I could see that he was completely leveling with me when he said how horny he was for me.
He kept tugging at the straps until he undid them. He then pulled down at them, tugging at my stockings several times, laughing all the while.
"I really love these sensations," he chuckled. "You've got such groovy legs, and they look so sexy when you're wearing those stockings."
He slipped his fingers up and down over the stockings, then began tugging downward at them, determined to pull them off.
He slipped them against my firm skin, and I believe that the sound of the stockings scraping against my soft, velvety white thighs turned him on just as much as anything.
"You really have a set of legs on you," he laughed. "I love looking at them. You're quite a woman, Joan. That's another thing I've always dreamed of seeing. I've always dreamed of just focusing on your creamy legs. That's quite an experience."
He finally removed the stockings altogether. He reached out with both hands and permitted his fingers to run hungrily up and down the entire length of my legs. He started with my thighs, not stopping until he reached my ankles.
The longer that his fingers curled around my legs, the quicker that my hostilities seemed to disappear. Even though I didn't like Harry as a person, he was titillating me with those finger strokes.
I was finding it harder with each increasing moment to dislike him.
He reached up and grabbed my panties, the only thing that I had on at that point.
He tugged at the elastic several times, then let the panties slip down my legs, so slowly. He wanted to bask in the enjoyment of undressing me, and as he let the panties scrape against my thighs he got his first look at my vagina.
He looked at my snowy blonde box, then finished the job of removing my panties.
He reached out with his right hand, letting it travel ever so slowly up my legs. It moved up my thighs, then came to a quick halt against my pubic mound.
His fingers moved with softness and precision and touched my vaginal lips for the first time. I loved the way that he was touching me. Even if he had been a terrible man who was blackmailing me, there was something about the way that he conducted himself sexually that couldn't help but turn me on.
His fingers moved more quickly now as he manipulated them over my vagina.
While the finger action continued, he slipped his tongue down between my breasts.
He slipped his tongue up and down smoothly, letting it manipulate against the shadowy valley which separated my pendulous, creamy breasts.
The action continued at a steady level, and when my body started circulating back and forth with excitement he stepped up the pace even more.
He was fully aware of all that was happening within me. Instinctively he could tell just how aroused I was becoming by the action, and that must have made him feel a lot better. For one thing, he knew that he was making a favorable impression for the first time with me.
After he had thoroughly licked the valley separating my breasts, he moved his tongue over toward my right tit.
He zeroed in on the smooth, warm flesh, letting his tongue collide with it. He kept up his endeavors for a little while, then switched the action dramatically to my nipple.
He kept working his tongue freely, then let it maneuver over toward my left breast.
The momentum was increasing, and his sucking tempo picked up dramatically while he fingered my hot pussy.
He gave my breasts such splendid attention that I began feeling moist between my legs.
I think he was inspired all the more when he recognized my own excitement. It indicated to him that his efforts were achieving a productive result.
He kept up his activities on both levels, determined to get me as hot as he possibly could before going on to other action.
Once he finished with my breasts, he decided to let his tongue go to work inside my mouth.
He had a devastating way about him when it came to French kissing, and his tongue collided with mine spectacularly several times.
But what was really getting to me by that time more than anything else, was the spirited level of the pussy action.
He let his fingers proceed at full speed, moving them with spectacular grace against my smooth, warm mound.
He tongued my mouth for a few dramatic seconds, letting the tempo build within both of us, after which he withdrew it from my mouth.
"Oh, I love you," he said. "You're such a sexy broad."
He reached out with his free hand, running it softly through my hair.
"Nice and soft," he said. "You've got beautiful hair. It's beautiful, just like the rest of you."
He let his lips stab eagerly against mine. As he did so, the hot vibrations of passion splashed more convincingly than ever through my entire body.
He rocked back and forth, getting carried away through the ecstasy of his own movements.
He kept it up until he decided that he ought to release his fingers from my moist pussy. He was far from through with my mound, though. As a matter-of-fact, we were only in the beginning stages of my seduction, as I soon found out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Harry was encouraged by the amount of progress he had made getting me aroused.
He reached out with his strong hands, parting my legs as he clutched his fingers ever so assertively around my thighs.
He continued to imprint his flesh deeply against mine as he held my thighs, then dropped his head down between my legs.
He kissed my pussy once, then did so a second time. The act of kissing my already burning twat caused vibrations of electricity to bolt through my entire body.
He kissed me several times, then released his lips from my mound.
He moved the fingers of his right hand against my vagina, pressing against the warm, moist flesh.
His finger action lasted for just a short time after which he moved his tongue against my vaginal walls.
He began slowly, probing ever so gently against my moist pussy. He adopted a slow pace at first, but soon he stepped it up, working his tongue more quickly.
The longer he slid his tongue over my snatch, the faster that his pace became. He was beginning to recognize just what made me click. He could tell from the way that my legs would tremble whenever he would do certain things.
The pussy sucking, as one might anticipate, was one thing that was destined to get me extremely hot very fast.
He drove his tongue even deeper into my passion pit. He let the tongue sop up every bit of excitement, coming into contact with every crevice of flesh.
While his tongue continued to slide and manipulate against my mound, he reached out with both hands, grabbing my buttocks so affectionately, yet firmly.
He wanted to dominate me while he was sliding his tongue against my slit, so he gripped my buttocks with great conviction while he was licking me.
I began to gasp as I found myself growing close to climax. His tongue twisting efforts became that much more rapid as he drove me close to climax.
He kept on spearing my mound, driving his tongue forward enthusiastically, plunging me ever more deeply into my entrenched state of ecstasy.
My whole body was quaking with sensations by that point in time. I could feel the hot, burning sensations in my pussy, which was dying to explode.
His tongue continued surging onward, driving vigorously against my mound, surging with effectiveness as he plunged me ever closer to climax.
He pinched my buttocks several times, hurling his tongue intensely forward, driving it against my mound as he put me ever closer to the brink of orgasm.
At long last I found myself unable to withhold my juices any longer. At that point my pussy juices rocketed out of my mound and into his waiting mouth.
He clutched my buttocks more tightly than ever as the juices flowed, spurting into his waiting mouth.
Once he finished devouring the last few drops of my pussy load, he removed his tongue from my mound and looked up at me.
"That was pretty good," he said. "So good, in fact, that I want to go back for an encore."
"That's fine with me."
"I see you're getting accustomed to me," he grinned happily.
"I'll say one thing about you. I might not approve of your scruples, or lack of them, but I sure do like the way your tongue works."
"I'm happy to hear that," he grinned. "I'll have to put it to work again."
"You do that."
"like right now?" he winked.
The fingers of his right hand zeroed in on my mound. He enjoyed toying with my wet snatch.
He kept up his steady finger probing until my ass-cheeks began to wiggle. At that point he determined that it was time for him to begin working his tongue against my mound.
He dropped his head down between my legs, clutching at my bosoms this time as he unleashed his tongue against my pussy.
He let his fingers probe skillfully against my tits, squeezing them gingerly yet tenderly. I liked the way he would allow his fingers to clutch against the firm flesh.
He would squeeze my breasts, then let his fingers come to rest against my nipples.
His fingers roamed freely over my nipples, causing great spurts of sensations to circulate throughout my body. My breasts were warm with excitement as he kept up his finger efforts.
All the while he was driving his tongue fervently against my mound.
This time he attacked my box with even greater determination than he had summoned the first time around. He was apparently stoutly determined to get me to shoot a second time, and hopefully with the greatest of ease.
His tongue certainly did the trick, moving at a blistering pace. He never let up, never slowed down one bit, as he kept up his burning movements.
He kept on circulating his tongue, toying with my nipples and he was moving me that much closer to the moment of exhilaration.
His burning movements continued. He drove me into a state of celebrated anxiety.
"Just keep it up," I told him. "You're doing great."
He kept up his fiery tongue movements until the juices were released from my snatch.
My ass-cheeks twisted against the sofa, bouncing up and down as the juices spilled out of me.
I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair, attempting to give him every bit of encouragement that I could as he finished me off for the second time.
I couldn't help but think about how things had developed between the two of us. When I had met him earlier that afternoon, I had had nothing but hostility in my heart toward him. Now things had changed.
I still couldn't help but distrust him, however, no matter how good a screw he might be. After all, he was acting out of treacherous motives. He was letting me know that if I ever crossed him, he had some information that he could use against me. Information that could destroy my entire nursing career.
Somehow, for the moment, all that was behind me. All I could think of was how talented he was with his spirited tongue.
CHAPTER TWELVE
After Harry got through sucking my mound he reached out and began running his fingers over my pussy again.
"You're going to do it again?" I asked;
"I'm just testing the waters for something else."
"like what?"
"Getting my cock off. You didn't think that I'm going to keep this huge hard-on without doing something about it, did you?"
"I suppose not. What do you have in mind?"
"You just wait and see," he laughed.
He reached inside my pussy, dipping into it and removing some of the goo. He placed it inside my anus, rubbing it gently.
Once that Harry withdrew his fingers from my anus, he reached out with both hands and slapped my ass-cheeks.
"You've got a nice rosy red bottom," he exclaimed. "Your ass is just perfect for fucking."
"Oh no, not that," I said in shocked dismay. "Certainly you're not anticipating sodomy ... I hope?"
"Why the hell not? You've got a gorgeous ass-hole. It would be perfect for ass-fucking."
"That's so terribly brutal," I said. "Besides, nobody has ever done it to me before."
"That's all the more reason why you need it now," he exclaimed. "That's tragic that a beautiful girl like you has never had her ass-hole entered. I'll make up for lost time with that."
"Oh no, don't do that."
"Would you rather that I told my little story around the hospital? It could be very bad for you, honey," he said.
"You wouldn't do that, would you?"
"Only if I was forced into it," he explained.
"I guess this is what you call blackmail in sex."
"Maybe in a way it is," he laughed. "I call it a little accommodation. I'll keep certain information secret if you'll just let me fuck your ass-hole. I don't consider that to be such a high price to pay, particularly since you'll learn to like it after I've settled my cock in there for a little while."
I recognized that it was futile for me to argue with him. Fear reeled through my body. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. The beads of sweat dropped down both sides of my face.
"Turn over," he commanded sharply.
I had no choice other than to comply with his demand. I turned over on my stomach.
He reached out and parted my legs, then thrust a pillow beneath my stomach.
"What a fucking ass," he laughed.
Before he launched into the fuck itself, Harry reached out with his right index finger and began to plunge it inside my anus.
He shoved the finger back and forth, and the longer he kept up the pace, the hotter he became. I could hear the panting, and recognized that it meant he was getting more eager for sex, more impatient to shove his pecker into my ass-hole.
His finger continued to pump, and finally he released it.
"I'm going to drive my spear in there," he exclaimed.
Harry moved his cock forward, letting it enter my anus.
At first, he thrust it only on the outer fringes of my anus, but I could still feel the sharp, almost excruciating pain searing through my whole body, particularly in my ass.
Then, finally, he entered me with a flourish, driving his pecker deep inside my ass-hole.
He kept on plunging his huge meat deeper into my anus. He drove it high and hard, entering me as deeply as he could, penetrating with every bit of virile determination that he could muster.
While his rock-hard penis kept on thrusting deep inside my burning ass-hole, his fingers went to work on my ass-cheeks.
He squeezed my fleshy buttocks as he kept on driving his cock into my ass-hole.
With burning desire he kept it up, maintaining the hot pace.
"You've really got a fucking ass, honey," he laughed. "This I really love. I love pumping, baby, I love planting my cock into your ass-hole. Ah, I'm moving closer. It won't be long before I'll be exploding in your ass."
He reached out and slapped my ass-cheeks, enjoying the even-handed swats. They stung a little, but not nearly as much as the jutting pain that spurted through me as a result of his steady cock efforts.
Even though I was burning up between my legs, hurting from the sharp thrusts he was putting forward with his cock, I still couldn't help but feel a certain degree of excitement as a result of his activities.
He did have a good, hard cock, and Harry knew just how to use it. He maintained a brisk, effective pace as he kept on thrusting his rod into me, moving ever closer to climax.
His breathing was coming now in puffs and gasps, and his whole supercharged body was shaking with anticipation as he entered into the final stages of the act, gritting his teeth as he drove his huge, thrusting pecker even deeper into my anus.
Just about the time that I was convinced that his cock had entered me to the maximum extent possible, he would fool me by plunging it a little bit deeper into my ass-hole.
Several burning thrusts later, I felt the hot jism spurting into my ass-hole.
It was a delightful sensation, particularly since I knew that my anus wouldn't be receiving any more pain from Harry's cock.
He released his prick, smiling broadly as he patted my buttocks several more times for good measure.
"We've got to get dressed now," he said. "Believe it or not, I work around here as a doctor, too. In between fucks, that is."
"I wouldn't want to keep you from your work," I said.
"I guess I kept you from yours for a little while," he laughed.
"I guess so. But none of the patients are going to run away."
"I guess not. It's what you call a captive audience," he laughed.
I don't know if Harry was thinking about the same thing I was at that point, but I couldn't help but focus on the striking similarity between his remark and the situation I had encountered.
I was a one-woman captive audience, being held in place by the morbid thought that Harry Peterson could unmask me any time he wanted to.
It wasn't a particularly pretty thought to contemplate, but I recognized that it was one I had to learn to live with.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
From the first time I set eyes on Ned Tracy, I was infatuated with him.
He was a stocky, healthy young man of sixteen, and he had been moved to my floor after he had sufficiently mended.
He sustained some nasty burns as a result of an automobile accident in which he was involved after he had had a little too much to drink.
Once he passed out of the danger zone and was in the recuperative stages, he was moved to my floor and put under my care.
I could tell that he was attracted to me from the beginning, but he didn't say anything and I had a hunch that he wouldn't.
He seemed a little overawed by me, a twenty-three year old nurse who came in daily and did her best to look after his needs.
Late one morning, as I was massaging his back, I observed his cock thrust outward dramatically.
"You've got quite an erection," I said chidingly. "That's a good healthy sign. Maybe it means you're pretty close to leaving here."
"Is that the way they work things around here?" he inquired. "I mean, once a guy gets a hard-on, that means he's healthy?"
"It's not quite that simple," I laughed. "But when the old biological urges are there, that is construed as a healthy sign."
He said nothing more. As a matter-of-fact, I could tell that I had embarrassed him a little by bringing attention to his excited prick.
"Who are you thinking about with that erection?" I asked laughingly.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that you can't very well have an erection without also having feelings for somebody in connection with it. I'll bet there are lots of girls who dig you in a big way."
"There are a few," he said defensively. "I'd rather not talk about it."
I decided that I would press onward, even though he was embarrassed by the conversation.
"You can discuss any of this with me. I'm your nurse, and I'd like to be considered an old friend."
"If you really want to know the truth," he blurted out suddenly, "I can't help but get an erection around you. You're beautiful!"
"There's no need to get uptight about it," I said soothingly. "I mean, you act like you're ashamed of it. I know that I'm an attractive woman, and it's only natural that you'll feel that way."
"But you're also my nurse, and you're quite a bit older than I am."
"Don't be talking age to me," I snapped. "That really doesn't have anything to do with it. Human attraction transcends age differences. Besides, don't I look pretty young? I sure feel it."
"Oh, I know you are. You're young. I didn't mean for it to sound that way."
"Maybe you didn't, baby. I'll take you at your word. But I'll just tell you one thing. I dig you too, sweetheart."
"You really do?"
"Very much."
At that point I decided to try something very bold. I leaned forward and ran my fingers over the tip of his lengthy penis.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"It feels great. I can't believe you're doing it to me."
"There's nothing like a little bit of a cock massage to get a guy really turned on."
My fingers began to move with skillful ease up and down the full length of his aroused pecker.
My fingers were scraping against the smooth skin, my lips were plunging forward, converging against his lips.
Our lips remained passionately locked for several long seconds, while my fingers kept on manipulating up and down the full length of his organ.
I could see how quickly he was becoming aroused, and I wanted us to get into the act as soon as possible.
I plunged my body forward, letting my breasts collide with his chest.
He began to gasp, enjoying the stimulating body friction.
He reached out with his right hand, letting it slide over my breasts.
He pinched my nipples a few times, keeping up the rhythmic flow of his movements.
I figured that if I gave him just a little bit of patience in the beginning, he would gladly pick up the ball and proceed from there.
His fingers were maneuvering sharply over my tits and every now and then he would thrust his tongue forward and let it slide inside my mouth.
As the tempo continued to build, I could feel the tremendous urging between my legs. I badly needed to explode, and I wanted his cock inside me.
I lowered my body, lying on my back and spreading my legs. I showed him my blonde pubic mound.
"Go to it, honey, fuck me," I said. "Come on and screw me, baby. You've got to screw me. I need it right now."
My zealous urgings brought him eagerly to the moment at hand. He kept sliding his fingers over my breasts and, as he did so, he plunged his penis into my mound.
His fingers worked smoothly up and down my legs, and he worked his cock with brilliant effectiveness inside my mound.
He would let his body lunge forward, then permit his cock to penetrate deeply inside my pussy. He would play with my ass cheeks, then my legs, enjoying the fervent activity that was developing.
Back and forth he kept on lunging his body, driving his penis into me, stabbing it wildly as he pushed that much closer to climax.
His fingers found the mark first on my legs, then my ass cheeks. After a while, he let his fingers come into contact with my breasts once more.
The constant friction served to make me even more excited as he kept up his brilliant movements, driving his cock with fervent grace.
He kept on moving closer to climax, and the closer he got, the hotter and faster his rapier cock stabs became.
My whole body was beginning to tremble noticeably as I moved closer to climax. There was no way that I could stave off that grand moment, nor did I want to. I wanted to juice spectacularly at the same time his orgasmic sea of liquid was being dispelled from the end of his urgent cock.
He kept directing his huge tool inside me with sharp strokes. Occasionally he would hurt me with the sheer force of his fire power, but on the whole I received nothing but pleasure, and even the pain that came with the pleasure took on a certain type of pleasure all its own.
He once more went back to squeezing my buttocks as he pushed himself into the final stages of the activity. He kept hurling his body forward, plunging his cock into the innermost depths of my pussy, driving himself that much closer to climax.
He heaved and gasped several times, and I could see the sweat pouring down both sides of his face. There was a look of tension written all over his face as he kept on fucking me, driving himself ever forward, putting everything he had into his productive strokes.
A few stabs later, I could no longer hold back the load that had been waiting to release itself within me.
I unleashed my juices, and he at that very same moment began to release the white orgasmic liquid from the end of his surging tool.
"I'm there," he said happily. "What a fuck! You've got such a beautiful cunt, darling. I really love fucking you. Oh, the juice is surging. It feels so good to get rid of it. Oh, there's nothing to beat a good orgasm!"
He was releasing his juices from his cock, and kissed my lips passionately.
He permitted his arms to lock securely around me as the juices were being dispatched out of the end of his huge tool and into my pussy.
After he finished exploding inside me, I lay back and enjoyed myself for a few moments. I needed to relax. It had been an on-target orgasm, something that doesn't happen all that often.
He reached out and ran his fingers through my sweaty hair.
"I like your soft hair," he told me. "It was spectacular, honey. I'm glad you talked me into it. I would have chickened out."
"I knew you really wanted it, Ned. I didn't see any reason to deprive you of it, just because you're uptight about me being your nurse."
"I'm sure glad you pushed me along. It really helped."
"I guess it did."
I was content to lie there for a few minutes, but soon the torrid emotions began to surface once more throughout my entire body.
My next move was to reach out with my right hand and let my fingers go to work on his testicles.
His cock had gone down in the aftermath of the big explosion, but I had enough confidence in myself, and in him, to recognize I could bring him back up again without much difficulty.
So my fingers went to work with the greatest of ease, sliding around his balls. I could tell from the way he was smiling how much he enjoyed the action, and I saw his penis springing to life once more.
"You're a magician with your fingers," he told me.
"I've been told I'm a magician with my tongue as well."
"I'll just bet that you are."
"It would be wonderful to have more sex with you."
I kept up my finger stabs, bringing his cock to the point where it attained full erectness.
"You've got it up there as high as it will go," he laughed.
"I knew you had it in you."
"I'll have it in me with somebody as gorgeous as you around."
I figured that such a kind remark deserved a kiss, so I leaned my head forward and allowed my lips to collide with his.
I ran my fingers eagerly through his hair, really embracing him while our lips continued to meet.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I threw my arms vigorously around Ned. He quickly followed up on my cue, burying his arms around me, clutching me tightly as he let his lips press against mine.
His lips were quivering with great arousal as the lips continued to plunge devastatingly against my own.
I was wrapped in breathtaking passion, and as our lips continued to meet, I could feel the familiar twitching at my vagina. It grew considerably hotter each and every moment that his arms remained intently around me and his lips continued to plunge against mine.
Ned finally withdrew his lips, then slipped his tongue inside my mouth.
His French kissing techniques turned out to be every bit as invigorating as his lip kissing. He would plunge his tongue speedily against mine with staccato rapidity, then release it from my mouth.
He would provide himself and me with an opportunity to regain our breath, then go back to action, flipping his tongue once more inside my mouth.
He maintained the savage pace with his tongue efforts, driving it with whirlpool effectiveness against mine.
As he continued to whiplash his long red tongue against mine, creating tremendous friction within both of us, he let his fingers drop down toward my buttocks.
He planted them eagerly against my ass-cheeks, sending his fingers against my buttocks with a sense of great urgency. He let his fingers plunge firmly toward my ass-hole, enjoying the touch of my firm, warm skin.
He let his fingers drop down toward my thighs, once more permitting his fingers to crush my skin fervently.
He released his tongue from my mouth, then let it explore down toward my breasts.
It turned out that I really had to teach Ned very little. All I had to do was get him aroused; after that he was more than capable of carrying the ball.
But he had been fearful about getting involved with a nurse at a hospital, and I couldn't really blame him, since at one point I had been highly fearful about getting involved in sex myself.
My whole body quaked, and my ass-cheeks in particular wiggled uncontrollably as his darting tongue made steady impact with my left nipple.
He explored the pink nipple with the edge of his tongue, letting his head dart back and forth as he slipped it over every tiny crevice.
Once he satisfied himself with one nipple, he moved over toward the other, repeating the same spirited movement.
His tongue then went to work on my left breast, moving enthusiastically against the firm, fleshy surface. I could tell that he was turning on in a big way and I knew that in just a few minutes we would have to launch into a vigorous fucking escapade.
"My cock is getting awfully hard," he told me, looking down and pointing toward it.
"Would you like me to play with it?"
"Sure, that would be fine. But I'd like to do something for you too. I want to give a little, and take a little."
"That's a noble philosophy," I laughed. "How about a little sixty-nine action?"
"That would really be great," he smiled with great excitement.
"Would you like me to get on top?"
"Yeah, that would be good."
"I'll tell you why I'm suggesting that. If I get on top, then that means you can play with my butt while you're sucking."
"I can't argue with that," he laughed. "I can see that you know your way around!"
"Believe it or not, sweetheart, I haven't had all that many affairs. It's just that I compressed them into a short period of time, and I have good retentive powers. In other words, once I learn the ropes, I don't forget."
"That's good. I'm the same way."
"I can tell from the beautiful way that you work your tongue around my tits. If that can't get a gal in the mood, then nothing can."
"Then you want to get on with the sixty-nine?"
"I sure do. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to preface it with something else."
"like what."
"A little ass-licking."
"That really does sound groovy," he chuckled. "A lot of people won't even get involved in that. They figure that it's too far out."
"If you dig a person enough, nothing is really too far out, is it?"
"You know, you're absolutely right."
Without saying another word, I moved my body on top of Ned's. I could tell by the sparkling, happy look that he exhibited on his face just how thrilled he was over the idea of my body slipping on top of him.
He looked up at my smooth, flowing white ass-cheeks and couldn't resist the temptation to reach up and grab them.
"Keep on playing with them, my dear," I encouraged. "That's what I call good action, and just wait until I start sucking your ass. You're sure to enjoy that in a very big way."
"Yes. I can see that we're going to give each other quite a few thrills."
He slipped his long red tongue slowly inside my ass-hole.
I liked the way he worked it in the beginning. The strokes were as slow and smooth as he could make them. With dynamic precision he let his tongue wiggle, allowing it to maneuver against my anus.
While that was going on, I quite naturally was reacting in a pronounced fashion.
My whole body was wiggling, particularly my buttocks, and the ass-wiggles were turning on Ned, promoting him to greater heights as he speared his tongue so skillfully around every hot crevice of my ass-hole.
While Ned was permitting his tongue to dart speedily inside my anus, I was going to work inside Ned's ass-hole.
I soon found out just how quickly he would respond to my tongue explorations.
His whole body began to kick, particularly his legs, as I kept up my fervent movements. I wasn't about to move slowly. That just wasn't in me. I had to work in a rapid manner, particularly since he was tantalizing my anus with his rapid strokes so effectively.
Things had started in just the right way. Ned had made certain that he sucked slowly in the beginning, but had quickly worked himself and me into a state of great passion.
He now was letting himself go, permitting his tongue to glide swiftly in my ass-hole while I in turn did the same thing for him.
We kept up the scintillating pace, dazzling each other with our brisk rapid-fire tongue strokes.
Pretty soon both of our bodies began to twist noticeably from side to side. We couldn't control ourselves after we had worked each other into such a vigorous state of passionate adventure.
I finally recognized that it was essential for me to remove my tongue from his ass-hole. I had to get it to work on his cock. I felt that if I didn't, he might very easily orgasm right then and there with my tongue inside his ass-hole and it would be a tragedy if I didn't get to collect every drop of precious juice which spurted from the end of his fiery rod.
"Why did you take your tongue out of my ass-hole?" Ned inquired after I released my tongue.
"It's very simple, darling. I want your cum, and I figure that now is the time to go after it."
"I guess you're right about that," he laughed.
"When I get to the point where my legs are kicking and my ass-cheeks are wiggling, you know that I'm just about there. You'll get a good explosion, baby, I can assure you of that."
I lowered my head and set my sights on his huge bulging mass of cock flesh. I reached out first and tickled the tip of it, causing him to come unglued.
His body spun from side to side as I played with the end of his dick.
I worked my fingers skillfully up and down the full length of his rod, then went to work with my tongue. I let the action begin by sliding my tongue over the very tip of his rod.
While he was working his tongue over my pussy, I ran my tongue over the tip of his dick.
I liked the way he sent his tongue surging against my pussy lips. My whole body quivered as he kept up those dramatic movements. They in turn prompted me to abandon my slow, methodical sucking pace and launch into a quicker, steadier approach.
I worked my tongue over the full length of his cock, letting my head bob ever so eagerly as I worked my tongue with such great skill over his long dick.
With enthusiasm and grace, I kept up the movement, allowing my tongue to work with great excitement against his long rod.
While I kept up my activities, he certainly wasn't taking a back seat to me in any respect.
Ned continued to work his tongue against my mound. He slid his tongue over my pussy lips with great determination, then decided that it was time to switch to another form of action.
When he made his switch, it drove me into such a state of exhilaration, that I practically hit the ceiling. He went to work with his teeth, permitting them to nibble on my clitoris. That was one thing that was always destined to get me good and hot, and he knew just how to tease me with his teeth.
He nibbled gently, driving me into a spinning, trembling, sweaty state of horniness from which I knew I would not escape until the burning fires were extinguished through my pussy exploding in his waiting mouth.
He kept drawing me with his expert movements, exercising his teeth excitedly, pushing me ever forward with his movements.
All the while he kept on sliding his tongue up and down my blazing mound, and I was exercising my tongue up and down his pecker, which was growing more sensitive by the minute.
As my tongue circulated over the full length of his enormous object, I reached down with my right hand and began to toy with his balls.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I got him to the point where there was no turning back.
I loved touching his inflated, warm testicles, and as my fingers teased them he abandoned his movements with his teeth against my clitoris and went back to the sucking.
He drove his tongue with radar-like effectiveness, sending it surging against my mound. He kept on driving it furiously, working me ever closer to climax.
He kept up the blistering pace, determined to accomplish his objective, and while his tongue was sliding with great zeal I kept my tongue working over his hot cock.
I sucked his balls for just a short period of time, then let my fingers take over. My fingers toyed with them, applying just the proper degree of care in my massage techniques while my tongue spirited slid him ever closer toward orgasm.
Several times he got so excited from the level of tongue strokesmanship that I employed that he almost flew off the bed. The springs were jangling as we both moved closer toward climax.
Our bodies wiggled and the sweat began to surface on both of us from the great degree of excitement and enthusiasm that we had subjected each other to.
At long last I found myself totally incapable of withholding my juices any longer, and at that point they spurted effusively out of the end of my pussy. They gushed into his mouth, and as the deluge reached him his body wiggled so uncontrollably that I almost had to abandon temporarily my tongue efforts on his blazing cock.
I managed, somehow, to conscientiously keep up the pace, even though it was difficult to keep coming into contact with his cock when his body was wiggling to such an unrestrained fashion.
I finished juicing, and he removed his tongue momentarily from my mound.
"What a load," he laughed. "Keep up the cock movements. I'll go back to sucking you."
He leaned his head forward, allowing his tongue to go to work once more against my pussy.
I could see that he was eager to receive another load, and I was hoping to be able to supply him with it.
The longer his tongue slid against my pussy, the more convinced I became that I was going to accomplish that very objective a second time.
As for his cock, it just wasn't about to be able to withstand much more in the way of surging tongue strokes on my part.
Once he made me explode, I knew that I had to reciprocate in kind, to give him the best possible cocksuck that I could come up with.
I used the fingers of both hands to manipulate over his balls. I kept up the burning movements while my tongue eagerly and swiftly maneuvered up and down the full length of his long stem.
He was moving ever closer, and the closer he got, the faster he in turn allowed his tongue to lap my pussy.
I couldn't help but bolt once more, and as he gobbled up my juices I felt the surging urge to finish him off, to make his penis shoot inside my mouth. I wanted to taste the thick, white cream and I was confident that within him he had a huge load that he wanted to dispose of.
No sooner did I unleash the final few droplets of my pussy juice, than he was unable to withhold his load any longer.
At that juncture, the sea of white sperm began to spill voluminously out of the end of his huge object and into my waiting mouth.
It was a delightful experience to observe the hot, white liquid spilling out of the end of his hot dick and into my mouth.
I went after every drop, eagerly swallowing the white substance as it kept on spilling unrestrainedly inside my mouth.
Ned released his tongue from my pussy after I unleashed my second load and he gasped loudly while his juices sprayed into my mouth.
He reached out and clutched at my ass, howling with great delight as the fruits of his desserts spilled into my mouth.
"What a sucker you are," he laughed. "A great cocksucker! Honey, you played it beautifully. You really nursed me along. What a great tongue you have!"
I finally released my tongue from his cock, looking at him and smiling.
We embraced fondly, then he kissed my lips sharply. He wanted to tell me in his own way just how much he had enjoyed our sixty-nine.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
They say you can't keep a good man down for very long, and that would certainly have to be said for Ned's cock.
He didn't want to rest it for a very long period of time. We lay next to each other momentarily, after which he got up and let his surging lips press against mine several times.
Needless to say, I began to feel that familiar twitching in my pussy, which meant that I was set for some more action.
He reached out with both hands, allowing them to collide against my breasts. He touched the firm, warm flesh, enjoying the fact that the efforts were getting me hotter.
He watched my body twist back and forth, and he kept up his finger movements, sending them pressing against my tits.
Every now and then, just to add to the sheer delight of the moment, Ned would let his fingers twist against my nipples. That caused my whole body to sway, and as it did so, he grew all the hotter.
Ned allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. He let his tongue slide eagerly several times against my tongue.
He finally released his tongue, after which he permitted his fingers to roam up and down my legs.
I finally reached the point where I became overwhelmed by it all. Just being around Ned, who had a huge erection, gave me a shot in the arm.
I found myself reaching out with my trembling right hand. The next thing I knew, my fingers were firmly pressing against the tip of his cock.
They worked against the tip for a little bit, and then moved down toward the base of his long stick.
I kept up the finger activity, getting him more enthused with every stroke.
"I've got to ram my cock into your pussy," he told me.
"Yes, that's what I'm leading up to."
"You really know how to lead."
"Do you like my movements."
"I love them," he gasped. "Just one thing. While the fingers of your right hand are working over my cock, I want you to use the fingers of your left on my balls."
"That can be easily arranged." I accomplished just that, permitting the fingers of my left hand to come into sizzling contact with his balls.
They were bulging, which represented a healthy sign. It meant one thing, that he was exceptionally turned on, and was about ready to deliver some stimulating fucks to me.
After I had been massaging his cock and balls for quite some time, I stretched out on my back, spreading my legs and giving him the opening he needed.
"I can see that gorgeous white mound," he grinned. "It's so nice and moist."
"Reach out and touch it," I begged, releasing my fingers from his cock and balls at that point.
He nodded, his eyes widening, with mounting passion as the fingers of his right hand began to unleash themselves ceremoniously against my pussy.
My pussy lips were begging for contact, and his fingers worked with great swiftness against my willing mound.
"This is great," he sighed. "The perfect prelude, honey."
As the fingers continued working against my slick, moist vagina, I decided that it was time for him to put his burning cock to work against my blazing mound.
"I need you right now," I cried out.
"And you're going to get me," he grinned.
He flipped his body forward, allowing his long peter to slide inside my pussy.
I liked the thorough manner with which he approached the subject. His fingers slid ever so smoothly against my firm breasts and he wiggled his hips several times as he glided his penis into my mound.
With searing determination he plunged forward. I could tell it was destined to be a quick fuck. There was no way that he was going to sustain the kind of pace, but I didn't mind.
When a guy is all that turned on the thing to do is to get his cock off as fast as possible.
On top of that, I was pretty aroused myself, and I enjoyed those sharp, excited movements he was providing with his long rod.
He kept surging his penis forward, entering me ever deeper, driving it with great impact into my hot mound.
"Keep it plunging," I gasped. "Keep firing your cock into my pussy, baby. I love your stroke action. Keep it up!"
While his prick kept on driving speedily inside my mound, he moved his fingers around my ass-cheeks.
Beads of sweat were pouring down both sides of his face, and he flashed an expression of intense concentration as he kept on plunging his penis relentlessly forward, moving ever closer to the moment we were both awaiting.
His breathing was heavy and he was gasping for everything he was worth as he kept up the fucking. His lips tightened as he kept on sending his tool forward.
The deeper he entered my gash and the faster he fucked me, the better I enjoyed it. I knew that I was with a young man who was putting everything he had into his spirited movements and that made me feel good.
If there was anything that bothers me, it was halfhearted fucking, and Ned wasn't about to disappoint me in that regard.
He kept on driving his fiery tool in me, approaching me with great excitement, fucking for all he was worth.
A few strokes later, he moved his fingers from my buttocks to my breasts.
He tugged energetically at my breasts and nipples, wanting every bit of additional contact that he could find as he pushed himself ever closer to the big moment of orgasm.
As he moved into the final stages of the act, he let his head drop forward and permitted his tongue to clash with mine.
He Frenched with me as the sea of white juices finally began to spill out of the end of his long penis and into my mound.
My whole body quivered as the inviting white juices spilled out of him and into my waiting mound.
It was a beautiful sensation, and I enjoyed every bit of it, right up until the final orgasmic release.
Everything was still following that orgasm. Ned collapsed next to me, letting his head come to rest on top of my left breast.
I reached out and stroked his sweaty hair.
"You were great," I told him.
He looked up and gave me a boyish smile. It did him a lot of good to hear me say that.
As for me, Ned had made my entire day. I had wanted him and finally had managed to work up the nerve to make the big effort.
He was the kind of young guy who, once he became immersed in the excitement of a fuck, he lived it to" the ultimate.
It hurt me to ever have to get up and leave him, but I still was an employee of the hospital. It became increasingly more difficult to remind myself of that fact after engaging in stimulating sex with the young men that I encountered.
But before I left, Ned had some kisses for me. He kissed my lips fervently several times, wanting to show me just how appreciative he was over the fun that we had had.
"You really are a passionate one," I said.
"I'm grateful. I never expected to get action like this in a hospital bed!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was the day following my wild sex orgy with Ned.
Harry Peterson had just exited his office and saw me walking down the hall.
"Where are you heading?" he asked.
"I have a couple of patients to look in on," I replied, a little tersely.
"I'll tell you what. I'll meet you in the restaurant after you get done."
"I should be about half an hour. You may have a long wait."
"O.K., then I'll meet you there in a half an hour," Harry said, refusing to be dissuaded.
I walked away, saying nothing, knowing that I would comply with his request.
I went through my rounds, then met him in a half an hour.
It was approaching lunch time by then, and he offered to buy me lunch.
As I munched my roast beef sandwich, he looked at me and grinned.
"I think we ought to get together in my office right after we get through here," he said. "I have some games I'd like to play with you."
"You know, for a doctor, you sure don't seem to spend much of your time taking care of business. You're always playing games with either me or some other nurse."
"Oh, I manage to practice medicine as well," he laughed. "It's just that I need morale boosts, and these little games I engage in get that job done. But you ought to talk. You certainly get around yourself. How about Ned?"
"What about him?"
"Don't try and play it so coy, honey. You know damned well that you've been balling with him."
"How would you know?"
"You spend quite a bit of time in his room. I peeked in just once. You two were really going at it, baby."
"You seem to know everything about me, don't you?"
"I make it a point to know about certain people," he said.
"Why me?"
"Because you made it tough for me. You'll never know how many times I had a hard-on just thinking about you. I'd walk up to you and do my best to get acquainted, real friendly like, and then you'd shut me down. I didn't like it one bit."
"I'm sorry, but you didn't exactly act like a gentleman."
"You chicks really make me laugh," he chuckled. "I guess a guy has to go down on his hands and knees and beg before he proves himself. I don't believe any of this phony crap. I figure that the best way to get to a woman is just level with her. If I want a good fuck, then that's exactly what I'm going to ask for. I don't believe in beating around the bush."
"I guess you don't. But I don't happen to find your type of approach very appealing."
"I guess you want something romantic, like Hansel and Gretel," he said sarcastically. "Maybe you ought to go back to reading Grimm's Fairy Tales. Maybe that's the type of thing you expect to find in real life. If it is, you'd just better forget about it. That's the kind of thing that only happens in storybook tales."
"I never said I expected to find anything like that. It's just that I expect to be treated with a little bit of respect."
"That word gives me a pain in the ass," Harry chuckled, taking a long sip from his coffee cup. "I don't like it because too many times a broad will use it in a put-down way. By respect, what they're really telling you is that they don't want you to stick your pecker into them. That I don't buy. If they want to tell a guy to turn off, then why not come right out and say as much?"
"You have the wrong idea altogether."
"Oh, I do?"
"There's a difference between coming right out and telling him bluntly and expecting a little bit of consideration."
"With you, I'd have to spend so much time just getting acquainted with you that by the time you let me in your pussy, I'd probably be an old man."
"You mean I strike you as that much of a prude?" I asked.
"You sure did before I found out about you getting involved with the young guys. No, I just don't know about you. You still act cold around me, but you demonstrated enough warmth toward these young patients. Don't you dig older men like me?"
"As I said, Harry, it's your attitude."
"You liked the ass-fuck I gave you the other day?"
"I think I'm still hurting there," I shook my head.
"Then I guess it shows I've got an iron cock," he laughed. "You've got such a cute ass. I really loved fucking it. As a matter-of-fact, I look forward to doing it again. Do you look forward to getting it?"
"Not really."
"I'm going to have to do something with you," he said sternly. "I don't like your impudence."
"Maybe that's the big thing that I dislike about you. I don't like the way that you act."
"Aw hell, we're not getting anywhere with this line of crap," he said. "I was hoping you'd be a little more receptive this time. I guess I'm going to have to pull rank on you again. Remember, my dear, I have some tantalizing information that department officials would just love to hear about. Do you realize just how long you'd last if I told them you were balling young guys in their teens who are your patients?"
"You can spare me the gruesome details," I said with great sorrow.
"I think you'd better realize just how vulnerable your position is. I've taken a lot of guff from you, Joan ... probably one helluva lot more than I should. It's all just because I happen to dig your face and body. I really kind of wish I didn't, because then things would be so much easier. But I do, and when I want a certain woman's body, then that's it. I'm going to pull out all the stops to get it."
"Even blackmail," I nodded.
"As I said before, it's just a little arrangement. I refrain from telling certain things that could hurt you, just as long as you play ball with me. Now, let's go into my office."
He reached underneath the table and squeezed my left thigh gingerly. I knew what was coming. There was no way that I could forestall the inevitable.
It hurt me to know that I was being used, forced to put out in order to preserve my position in the hospital.
But there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When we got back to Harry's office, he appeared even hornier than he had been the first time that he had fucked me.
He put his fingers to work quickly on my white nurse's uniform, which he quickly unbuttoned and removed.
He observed my stockings, reaching out and running his fingers over them. He snapped my garter belt several times, then removed it.
He reached behind me, slipping his hands down beneath my panties and against my buttocks.
"From the very beginning I loved this butt," he laughed. "I always loved the idea of touching it. It makes me think about all those times when your ass seemed so unattainable. It just goes to show that in time all things are possible."
We were lying on his convertible sofa, and he had quickly undressed prior to stripping me.
I observed the huge cock, recognizing that I was probably in for a long afternoon. He would see to it that I did precisely what he wanted me to. He would give the commands, and I would be expected to follow them in every detail.
His fingers kept on working as he undid my garter belt, beginning to tug at my stockings.
"I love your luscious legs," he sighed. "I'm going to give you a real workout today, honey. If you think that I did a lot last time, then you just have another thought coming. Better than the last time that we had. The longer I know a girl, the more I do with her. You can ask any of the other nurses around here that I've balled and they'll tell you."
He continued tugging at my stockings, pulling them off. He reached out with both hands, clutching at my thighs.
The funny thing about sex with Harry, was that, even though I hated him personally, I couldn't help but get turned on by him once he started putting his charming techniques to work.
He did know a good deal about sex and what a girl digs. Maybe he had hurt me a good deal with his brutal ass-fucking, but he had also aroused me with those very same movements.
He knew just how to slip his dick, long and hard, inside my anus, and I wondered if he would be seeking that same kind of action again. It kind of bothered me, since I didn't like the idea of getting hurt in my ass-hole, even though he did have some dynamic movements that he was more than willing to display.
With thriving determination, he let his fingers move up and down my legs.
Now and then he permitted his fingers to clutch at my ass-cheeks. He squeezed them gingerly, then smiled at me.
He slipped his tongue toward my mouth, allowing it to slide against my tongue.
While our tongues collided with devastating grace and zeal, he ran his fingers affectionately through my hair.
Harry was determined to get me excited, and he was succeeding. It was quite an accomplishment on his part, since I did not want to respond to him. As I said, I couldn't stand him as a person, but he did have a dynamic flair when it came to getting me emotionally aroused.
His fingers slid up and down my legs several times, after which he decided it was time to slip his cock inside my ass-hole.
He reached out and grabbed my thighs, sliding my legs over his shoulders. He looked like Hercules, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, with that all-knowing grin on his face and the all-powerful demeanor he was expressing.
He slipped his hard rod forward, permitting it to enter my anus.
I let out a loud gulp, then felt the first dramatic Shockwaves of his entry.
He slammed his peter devastatingly inside my ass-hole.
It hurt like hell, but I knew he wasn't about to let up. Not that guy. When it came to sex, he was concerned about himself and nobody else. He let me know that in no uncertain terms enough times!
His rigid penis continued to surge forward, pushing and pumping vigorously inside my anus.
As he kept pumping his rod inside my ass-hole, Harry reached out with both hands, allowing them to circulate over my ass-cheeks.
He would pinch my buttocks several times, then let his fingers slide down my legs.
He would work his fingers from my thighs down to my ankles, then back up again. Occasionally he would pinch my legs, making them hurt. On occasion I would wince, and he would greet my winces with a grin.
"That must have hurt," he would say.
I couldn't stand the sadistic dimensions of the sonofabitch, but he did have a sexy way about him, particularly the way he manipulated his hips as he kept pumping his hard dick ever deeper inside my ass-hole.
While he kept up those burning movements, he clutched his fingers feverishly against my legs. He kept on moving his fingers around them as he savagely pumped his cock forward, pushing ever closer toward climax.
He enjoyed every movement, and kept on sending his surging tool pumping forward. He was moving ever closer to climax, driving himself ever closer to the moment at which the hot white juices would be released from the head of his spirited cock and into my anus.
I was really beginning to feel the soreness by that time, and every time that I would wince he would seem to go out of his way to fuck me much harder and faster.
"You've got the best fucking ass around," he laughed. "It's great to push my cock into it."
He kept plunging his penis into the inner tightness of my ass-hole, driving his fervent rod into me, pumping with every bit of determination he could summon forth.
He was hurting me now more than ever, driving ever closer to his big goal.
He began to grunt, and his face reddened as the sharp impact continued.
"There's nothing like sticking your cock into a place nice and tight," he gasped. "That's what's so great about fucking your ass-hole, baby. It's a good ass, it really is. What an ass it is! I'm going to explode my juices inside that nice ass!"
He flared back and fucked me with everything he had, driving his cock in all the way, delivering the sharp, burning thrusts as his white juice was set to unleash itself out of the end of his spear and into my ass-hole.
He reached out and clutched my breasts. He pinched them, hurting my tits as he kept up his movements.
At long last the sea of white liquid was released from the end of his burning stick. The white juices devastated me as they spilled out of the end of his rod and into my ass-hole.
"What a fuck you are, oh, what a glorious screw," he said. "You are really quite a grind, honey. Oh, you're the kind of girl any guy wants to stick his meat into. And that ass, oh, is that ever something!"
I heaved a sigh of relief when he released his cock from my ass-hole.
"Is that it?" I asked hopefully.
"Hell no," he said, a little miffed. "You're not in that big a hurry to leave, are you?"
"Of course I am. I have work to do."
"Screw your work," he said irritably. "We've got some more fucking to do."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Harry wasn't about to give me a moment's rest.
He got up and walked into the bathroom, washed off his cock, then returned.
He reached out with both hands and began pumping up and down on his huge penis. He had a broad grin on his face.
"Just take a look at this hard pecker," he said. "Isn't it a thing of beauty?"
I said nothing, watching him as he sat down on the edge of the collapsible sofa where he did all his fucking.
Harry spread his legs congenially, then removed his fingers from his cock.
"Get down on your knees," he commanded. "Get down on your knees, sweetheart. I want you to give me a good mouth job. Suck my dick."
I hated his attitude but wasn't about to cross him. I dropped down on my knees, then reached out with my right hand and manipulated it up and down the full length of his pecker.
"That's it, honey," he laughed. "You've got the right idea. Just work the fingers nice and easy. I'll give you plenty of instructions."
He watched as I manipulated my fingers skillfully up and down the full length of his dick. He settled into a framework of contentment, but all the while his penis remained hard, anticipating a suck.
He let my fingers go to work for quite a while, then decided that it was time for me to put my tongue to work on his rod.
"Get your tongue working," he commanded sharply. "I want you to suck it, honey. That means I want an enthusiastic suck. Play with my balls while you're sucking. I like to see a beautiful girl like you down on her knees, forced to react to my every command. Oh yes, I really love that."
I unleashed my tongue with everything in me, trying as best I could to get him off. His attitude was really beginning to bug me. I could see that he enjoyed the fact that I was groveling. He knew I didn't like him and that made it even more pleasurable for him to force me to do something against my will.
Nonetheless, I kept up my fervent antics, driving my tongue quickly up and down his long pecker, moving him ever closer to orgasm.
I smoothly ran the fingers of my right hand over his balls while I kept up the heavy sucking pace. I hated the fact that he was smugly taking it all for granted, assuming that I was his sex slave and could be expected to do anything that he commanded.
I kept tickling his balls, all the while pumping my head up and down arduously as I sucked his hot meat.
My ass-hole was feeling pretty sore from the fucking he had given me. He had a searing cock, and once he brought it to bear, that was all there was to it.
He would think nothing of causing me pain.
I could tell from the way that his legs were beginning to tremble that he was moving close to climax. All I would need to do would be to bring a few more strokes, then he would unleash his white juice inside my mouth.
I kept on pumping, hoping that I would soon reach that goal, not because I was all that eager to digest his load, but because I wanted to get all that over with.
At long last the big moment arrived, at which point the juices flooded into my mouth.
"Eat it, eat it raw," he laughed, running his fingers through my hair as he unleashed the hot, white orgasmic liquid.
I kept on sucking his load, as the thick, white juices gushed into my mouth.
"Eat it," he panted eagerly. "Eat every bit of my juice. Go after the load. That's it, baby, eat every drop of my stuff."
My head kept on bobbing up and down on his cock as I sucked the last droplets of his load.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Mr. Kennedy was the hospitial supervisor I worked under.
He had been very kind to me and reminded me very much of my father. He had a white-haired elegance about him and wore thick, black framed glasses.
He had left word with the head nurse on my floor that he wanted to see me on a Thursday afternoon. I wasn't the least bit surprised as I knew it was time for me to receive another evaluation. He had been kind enough to recommend a pay increase for me on the last occasion, and I had done my best to show him that the pay raise had been justified. I was trying conscientiously to serve my patients well, even though I was engaging in extracurricular activity.
I walked inside Mr. Kennedy's office, and was taken aback to see a solemn Dr. Harry Peterson sitting in a chair across from Mr. Kennedy's desk.
"Sit down, please," Mr. Kennedy said sternly.
His face was wrinkled and he exhibited a frown as he looked first at Harry, then at me.
I couldn't understand why Harry was in the room, and I didn't like it. I knew that hospital policies did not call for employees to be evaluated together. There had to be some reason for Harry being there, and I was sure it was not a good one.
My God! I thought. Could he actually have blown the whistle on me?
I waited for Mr. Kennedy to begin.
"I had placed a good deal of trust and confidence in you in the past, Joan, and I regret to say that it all went unrewarded," he began quietly. "You see, I've suspected that this young man here has been involved in a lot of unsavory incidents. I began having him followed, and, I'm very sorry to say, you began to fit into his pattern. I admired you earlier for constantly putting him down and that was one of the things that really drew me toward you. But apparently you didn't put him down enough. We started having you followed, Joan, and I must say that the report that was placed on my desk makes me want to throw up."
My head dropped. I said nothing. I could hardly even look at Mr. Kennedy. I was convinced that the worst revelations were yet to come.
"It's one thing to carry on with a lecherous, confused young doctor like this man," Kennedy said, pointing with disdain toward Harry, who flinched. "But it's even worse to carry on with patients. Not only patients, but very young patients at that. I have never in all my years at this hospital encountered anything quite this despicable. Oh, sure, we've had a few playboy doctors, but mainly interns like this young man who thought they were Romeo and had to be convinced otherwise. But never have I encountered anything like this! A supposedly bright and sweet young girl like you having sex with her patients! What have you to say for yourself?"
"Nothing, sir," I said, speaking barely above a whisper, my face drastically pale.
"I didn't think you would," he nodded. "It's revolting, utterly disgusting. To think that you two people, individuals in whom so much trust is placed! People in the medical profession, the noblest profession of all! To think that you would carry on in such a disgraceful manner ! I can assure you of one thing. Neither one of you will work in another hospital in this city. I have enough influence to see to that. If I have my way, you won't ever work in the medical profession again in any capacity!"
"Can't you show a little compassion, sir?" Harry said. "My God, it isn't like the world's come to an end. We're still both talented in our respective fields."
"You both possess a certain amount of ability," Kennedy nodded. "And that's what makes it all the more tragic to see you both degenerate like this. Oh no, the medical profession needs people who possess an unswerving sense of dedication. It's quite obvious that neither one of you fall into that category. Your conduct squarely indicates that."
"Please, have a heart," Harry repeated.
"I wish that you two had had a heart. Instead, you jeopardized the smooth, effective flow of this whole hospital through your acts of gross misconduct. Oh no, I'm a man of compassion, but I just can't tolerate people conducting themselves like beasts. You're through, both of you. Now please leave this office before I really get angry."
I sat there trembling, tears rolling down my cheeks as a glum-faced Harry Peterson got up slowly from the chair in which he had been sitting.
He began walking slowly toward the door.
"Good day, Joan. I have work to do," Mr. Kennedy said angrily.
I got up quickly from my chair, then walked toward the door.
Harry held the door open for me as I walked in a semi-trance out into the hall.
"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Harry asked solemnly.
"No, you can't. Get out of my life for good," I snapped bitterly.
"Have a heart. We're in this thing together. Maybe by talking things over we can find a way out."
"My way out is to say goodbye to you for good," I said.
He stood there scratching his head while I walked away quickly.
I didn't realize until that tragic moment how terrible a mistake I had made. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I realized that in the future, no matter what it might bring, I would have to learn to control my sexual impulses.
I rushed out of the hospital, sobbing bitterly. I had to gain control of myself but didn't quite know how to go about it.
After all, my whole career had been washed away as a result of my uncontrollable sex impulses!
That night I couldn't sleep. I kept wondering what the future would hold. I recognized the measure to which I had gambled and lost.
You couldn't help but lose when you played life as recklessly as I had. At first I was the incredible idealist. Later I became something totally different, a girl who lived to placate her sexual urges.
Several weeks have passed since then and I still remain stunned.
I know one thing for sure. I'm going to have to try something else in a different environment. The memories would always remain too vivid where I am.
But eventually I've got to pick myself up and try again, no matter how hard it might be.
