Young Mark looked down between his legs to where Nurse Koles was fondling his balls.
"Any soreness?" she asked.
"Er, not there," the college student stuttered.
"How about here?" Nurse Koles queried next, a sudden swelling grabbing her attention.
Mark just groaned, grateful that relief was on the way. Then he groaned again, when Nurse Koles engulfed his entire aching, throbbing hard-on in her loving, hungry mouth.
CHAPTER ONE
Laura Koles had immediate misgivings as soon as she told young Bobby to step behind the screen and remove his clothes. She was breaking a rule of her profession. Being a nurse, she wasn't licensed to perform diagnostic examinations, and that would have been the only reason for Bobby to get undressed. But her lust for the handsome young man had blurred her judgment, and the strong desire to see him naked had prompted her action.
While she waited, listening to Bobby strip away his clothes, she had a dreadful thought. What if Bobby told the Dean that he had to strip when he only had a sore throat? It was a small college, and everyone seemed to know everyone else. This situation could come up in casual conversation with the wrong person and she'd be out of a job. No, out of a career!
She had told him to leave his shorts on, so maybe she could yet save her job. If she didn't actually try to do a diagnosis and didn't see him completely nude, there might be hope.
But when Bobby stepped from behind the screen, she knew all was lost. He came out wearing a pair of briefs, light blue, the low rise kind that cut across his abdomen just above his pubic hairs. They hugged his crotch and molded around his cock and balls so snugly that Laura instantly saw that he was circumcised. And there was a great deal of masculinity to be observed.
Laura paced her small office nervously, her rounded butt swiveling in her hugging white uniform. Her pulse quickened as she struggled to maintain control, as she searched for a way out of the situation in which she had so recklessly placed herself.
She felt a tickling sensation along the soft, hair-fringed slit of her pussy as she stared at the manly mound in Bobby's crotch. His records showed that he was eighteen, fair game.
His chest was lean and hairless, his legs strong and slender. Her eyes licked over his body and a smile curved her rosy lips.
"Now just stand in front of me," she said. She sank onto a low stool. She lifted one long, tapering leg over the other which caused her skirt to glide back. That exposed the dark band at the top of the stocking on her elevated thigh.
She fitted a stethoscope in her ears, and though she was only supposed to use it to record blood pressure, she placed its flat end against Bobby's chest. The neckline of her uniform gaped as she leaned forward allowing the young man to gaze down at her full, creamy breasts.
Bobby squirmed. Laura moved the stethoscope around, supposedly listening to his heart and lungs, but there was nothing to hear. Just looking at him, she knew he was perfectly healthy. He only had a minor throat infection, and that would pass in a day or two.
She pressed her thumbs gently against the young man's stomach as her hands rested at the top of his underwear. "Does this hurt?" she asked.
"No," he replied.
She glided her hands down across his briefs to his firm thighs and squeezed. "How about here?" she inquired throatily. "Does this feel all right?"
"Yeah," Bobby croaked.
Suddenly, Laura slid one hand up the inside of his thigh, her tapering fingers slipping under a legband of his low rise shorts. She thrilled as she touched his delicate nuts, fondling them delightedly before she pressed at the top of his scrotum.
"How about here?" she asked, her voice ragged.
"It's okay!" Bobby almost shouted, his voice has ragged as hers.
The stretching fabric of his underwear pushed forward, and his cheeks turned bright red. He tried to pull away.
"Wait a minute," Laura implored. "We need to make sure."
She kept her hand inside his shorts, fondling his sweet balls and the base of his stiffening cock. His dick continued to grow, making a tent in the front of his skimpy shorts, pulling the waistband away from his abdomen.
Laura's eyes widened and her lips parted. Her body was as aroused as his obviously was, and her mind grappled with the situation. Good sense won the struggle.
"Get dressed!" she said suddenly, pushing him away from her, her tone gruff. "You're all right." Bobby fled behind the screen, as though he had shocked the nurse by what had happened in his crotch.
Laura rose to her feet, her large breasts quivering. She walked over to the window acutely conscious of the warm moisture that had seeped shamefully from the slit between her thighs. She tilted a slat in the Venetian blinds, staring outside, staring at anything that would take her mind off the young man who was scrambling into his clothes behind the screen.
But she kept seeing him anyway. Except her mind removed his shorts. She stared at his erection with soft, brown curls framing his thick base, with a set of full, oval balls dangling between his youthful thighs.
When the flustered, 37-year-old divorcee heard him step out from behind the screen, she whirled around and tucked an errant lock of hair back behind her ear.
"You're going to be fine," she told him as calmly as she could considering the state of her pussy. "You've just got a sore throat, and it should clear up on its own."
"Okay, Mrs. Koles," he mumbled, still embarrassed as he rushed out the door.
Laura sank into the chair behind her desk and wondered if she had gone too far. But she had other things to think about. Her entire body was throbbing, and it felt as if she had a swamp between her legs.
She shut her eyes and eased back in the chair, her dark hair curling at her neck. Her lips parted as she slithered a hand up the inside of her right thigh, across the clinging top of her stocking and along her warm, satiny skin to the lace-bordered crotch of her panties.
The center strip of her thin, silky underwear was as wet as a dishrag. She rubbed her burning, soft cunt through her soaked panties and fireworks went off in her brain. She squirmed on her cushiony ass as her fingers pushed wet fabric into her gash.
She still saw Bobby standing before her, his briefs lowered, his dick stiffened into a long, thick hard-on with a big, bulbous knob that throbbed seductively and tempted her mouth.
Her tongue licked her lips as she fantasized the taste of his cock. Her hand could almost feel the warmth and the firmness of his hairy balls as her fingers dove into her pussy and began to stroke her excited snatch.
She spread her legs to make ample room for her playful fingers, and her other hand rubbed across her needy boobs to stimulate her heating nipples. Studying a youthful and mightily handsome erection in her mind's eye, she pumped her pussy and aggressively massaged her mammoth mounds.
It didn't take long for a mini-orgasm to swirl inside her. Her hips slid her butt across the chair as lusty excitement grew in her body. The firm heel of her hand pressed against her hardened clit as her fingers rushed rapidly through the clasping circle of her sensuously aroused cunt. She moaned and sighed as her orgasm gained momentum and threatened to erupt with just one more thrust into her jiggling twat.
Her mind brought Bobby's hand down to his crotch to slowly stroke his pulsing erection. She watched his hand glide along his stiffened muscle, his balls temptingly swaying between his tensed thighs.
The sight brought her climax on. She drew in a long, deep breath as hot honey flooded from her pussy and oozed into the absorbing fabric of her panties. Her hand squeezed harshly around one big breast as her thighs trembled around the soothing flow entering her cunt.
A knock on the door interrupted her daydream and her climax. She quickly removed her hand from her snatch and straightened her uniform. "Who ... who is it?" she called out.
"Paul Gregory," a virile voice replied. "You decent?"
"Of course," Laura snapped.
The blond, husky athletic director opened the door and swaggered in, a grin splitting his tanned face. "I didn't know if you might be examining someone. The sign on your door does say, 'Knock Before Entering.'"
"As you can see, I'm quite alone," she said.
"Yeah," he said, studying her, "but what's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter," she responded, remaining seated. Her pussy continued to pound between her legs. "What do you want?"
"That's not very friendly," he said, watching her closely.
"It wasn't meant to be. Every time you come in here, you want something. And usually something I don't want to give."
"I was just hoping you'd go out with me tonight."
"No, thank you," Laura said politely.
"What's with you?" he asked, somewhat irked by her attitude. "No husband, no boyfriend that I know of, and yet you turn me down every time I ask you for a date."
"That's because I choose my friends carefully," she snapped.
"Well, hot shit!"
"If that's all you wanted, you can go now."
"With pleasure," he said, turning and slamming the door behind him.
Laura leaned forward and propped her elbows on her desk. Paul Gregory always managed to irritate her, but he was especially irritating today. He had interrupted her and she continued to feel hot desire in her cunt. She looked up at the clock on the wall, and it was time to leave for the day.
She couldn't wait to get home and strip her clothes off in the little room she rented in Mrs. Wilson's boarding house. Her panties, dry and sticky, had a noticeably sexy scent as she held them up. She let them drop from her fingers as she stared at herself in the old-fashioned dresser mirror.
She even looked sexy, she decided, as she gazed at her beige stockings and white garter belt. She didn't wear stockings and garters because they were sexy, but because pantyhose were just too hot. And her crotch always seemed hot enough without encasing it in nylon.
She looked at her shoulder-length hair which constantly hung a little loose around her face no matter how she tried to keep it carefully done. And there was something in her eyes which spoke to men, try as she might to avoid it.
She studied her reflected body, taking in the rounded thrust of her large breasts with their prominent, rosy nipples, the gentle curve of her soft belly, and the almost obscene thickness of the hair covering her cunt, hair her husband Tim had called her "muff." And how he had liked to rub his face in it!
She turned to gaze over her shoulder at her supple butt. Framed by the flimsy lace of her garter belt and the tops of her stockings, the rounded bulges were sensually voluptuous. Still, they were firm and shapely. She would have worn a girdle to compress her ass and make it less alluring except that it also was just too hot and uncomfortable.
She could have flattened her tits somewhat and toned down the sexiness of her ass, but she saw no reason to suffer all day just because some of her features turned men on. Her body was a curse because she had trouble handling men.
She had to fight off the opposite sex all through high school and college. They refused to believe she was a decent girl, with a body like she had. That was one of the biggest reasons she had married Tim. What a mistake that was!
Her girlish dreams of Prince Charming blew up on her wedding night when Tim attacked her like a drunken sailor. He wouldn't let her get a wink of sleep, his cock constantly in her cunt. And he wasn't gentle about it either. Laura wanted love, and all Tim could give her was lust. He fucked her like a wild man, his profanity unending. She felt like a prostitute, her pussy the price of his love.
All men were like that, she decided. Even in this small town, guys were constantly hitting on her. Guys like Paul Gregory with his ego in the clouds, his brain functioning in his dick.
Laura stripped down, slipped on a robe, and crossed the hall to the bathroom. She needed something to relax her. But she thought about Bobby as she eased into the tub. She laid back, letting her breasts bobble on the surface of the water. The warm liquid lapped at her nipples, making them harden.
She grasped one large breast and squeezed it gently to force her nipple farther forward. She brushed the sensitive, rubbery peak with the index finger of her other hand. She moaned softly and let go of her throbbing tit. She knew right away that this was not going to be a relaxing bath, her lust still excited by thoughts of Bobby's young and handsome body.
She glided a hand down into the water, seeking out her furry and heating mound of cunt. She tenderly fingered the lips of her pussy as visions of Bobby's firm erection danced in her brain. Nasty thoughts raced through her mind as her hand became more active between her legs.
She got up on her knees and worked a rich lather of soap between her hands. She caressed her belly, then her thickly tufted cunt. She glided her hand between her thighs, rubbing back and forth as she slowly rocked her hips. Her eyes closed and her teeth clamped onto her lower lip.
Her stiff clit screamed for more intense stimulation and she didn't deny it. Two fingers closed around her firm prong and tenderly stroked her tiny erection. She squeezed and played and felt a familiar stirring deep inside her.
But her sensitive clit would arouse her too quickly so she sent her hands around to spread soap between the cheeks of her sumptuous butt. Her asshole tingled as she slowly stroked across it.
Somehow she had always managed to deny her husband the penetration of her posterior. She felt how tiny her anal ring was, but knew it would stretch. She did stretch it a bit with her soapy finger, which proved easy enough now that her elastic orifice was all slippery and soft. But her finger was no where near the size of her husband's thick cock and she wasn't all that sure that her butthole would stretch quite that much.
She settled down into the water, gracefully rinsing her body. But her pussy called to her hands. Spreading her legs in the tub, both hands reached into her crotch to play with the soft, delicate folds of her cunt. Her fingers probed up and down her slit and grazed her tingling clit. With one hand left to fondle her stimulating prong, the other lowered to her yearning entrance.
She circled one fingertip around the rim to her interior, then dipped inside her narrow, warm channel. Her hips raised up from the porcelain to give her more easy access to her craving cunt. She slipped a second finger into her hole and the fit was delightfully snug. She stroked her fingers in and out while rubbing the excited end of her pulsing clit with her other hand.
She pressed her lips tightly together to keep from moaning too loudly, the other tenants in the boarding house able to hear if she got too excited.
She stared at the wall across the room as she stroked her fingers faster and faster. The water sloshed around her pumping arm, and her orgasm sloshed in the depths of her liquid center.
She thought of Bobby and the way his erection stuck his underwear out in front of him. She remembered the feel of his balls in her hand. She recalled the smooth, hairless contours of his chest and how it had inflated as her hands reached inside his briefs.
Her hips began to pump as rapidly as her fingers, her entire body responding to her mounting climax. Her tits swayed on her chest, her nipples firm and begging to be touched or sucked. But she only had two hands, and they were doing such marvelous things to her pleasure that she kept them where they were.
It was harder and harder to keep silent as her orgasm inched closer to eruption. Her hips rocked around her thrusting fingers, the penetration of her snatch deep and satisfying.
Then she tried something different. Her hand left her clit and lowered down to search out her asshole. Her finger circled the puckered ring of her butt as she continued to lustily stroke her pussy. She eased her fingertip inside her ass and felt her hole stretch around her advancing digit.
She barely reached inside her rectum to get used to having a foreign object penetrating her backside.
But she easily accepted this new intruder and sent another finger into her elastic sphincter. Stretching around both, her hole expanded deliciously. She started to stroke into her ass, but not with the same vigor used on her cunt. Butt-fucking was something she had yet to get used to.
Laura made a startling realization. She could feel her two sets of fingers pressing against each other. She stopped thrusting up her butt, her fingers planted in as far as they would reach. She held them steady as she played one wall of her snatch over her lodged fingers.
Tingling excitement spread through her body and exploded in the center of her churning orgasm. She was wildly delighted at having both holes plugged, the sensations cavorting through her crotch new and unique. The fingers in her ass began to stroke again, the thin wall of her cunt rippling between her thrusting lovers.
She bobbed and bounced in the bathwater, her hips writhing without guided direction. The stimulation rising from both her cunt and her ass was quickly driving her climax nearer to release.
Whether she stroked herself in unison or in opposition, ecstasy steadily grew. She had never known her ass could be such a source of lustful pleasure and greedily rammed through her grasping circle. The faster she fucked her cunt, the faster she fucked her ass. And the more she gave herself, the more she wanted.
Willing to let these divine feelings last forever, her orgasm erupted. Hot lava gushed over her jabbing fingers and her lips parted to rapidly pant her searing ecstasy. A wall of rushing honey blasted into her cunt and the excitement of cumming stopped her fingers up her ass.
With her hips wiggling and jiggling, her cunt's muscular hole clamped forcefully onto her fingers. She evacuated her ass to let her butt drop back to the tub in a desperate need to get her body under control. She popped her fingers out of her pussy and both hands massaged the fleshy lips of her snatch as her climax continued to erupt inside her hot and euphoric interior.
She slipped down in the water as her orgasm slowly lessened its intensity, a warm flow filling her twat. She gently caressed her hairy mound and laughed.
How ironic that she had climbed into the tub to get relaxed!
CHAPTER TWO
"What happened to him?" Laura asked anxiously as Paul and a student carried a skinny, red-haired young man into her office. The young man, wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt, stared glassily between them, his eyelids fluttering every few seconds.
"He was on the trampoline," Paul said, placing him on the nurse's couch, "and he hit his head. He's a little groggy, but I think he'll be okay."
"I'll be the judge of that. Did he lose consciousness?"
"I don't think so, but you can ask him." Paul and the other student headed for the door. Paul stopped and grinned at her. "Go to work, nursie."
"I will as soon as you get out of here!" she snapped.
They left the office. Laura wondered why he irked her so much, but she had other things to think about at the moment. She bent over the young man stretched out on the sofa, the neckline of her uniform hanging open to reveal her bountiful breasts.
"Can you speak?" she asked, feeling his brow.
It was dry.
"Yeah," the young man said slowly. "I feel okay."
"What's your name?" she asked, pulling her stool over to sit next to him.
"Mark. Mark Thompson."
"Okay, Mark. How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up three fingers and watched his eyes closely.
"Three," he said, his eyes squinting. He started to sit up.
"No, you don't," Laura said, pushing against his chest. "Lie still for a minute. A bump on the head shouldn't be taken lightly."
"But I have to get a shower and get to my next class," he protested, easing back onto the couch.
Laura's eyes darted to his trunks, his lightly haired legs, and back up to his freckled face. He was pleasant-looking, a little thin, and didn't seem the athletic type at all. She assumed he was taking physical education only because it was a requirement.
"You're not going to your next class today, Mark. At the least, you need to get some rest. I want you to stay here for a while just for observation. Do you have any pain anywhere?"
"No. Well, a little. It's just a little ache in my back. But it's nothing."
"Did you land on your back when you fell?" she asked, an odd tickling sensation coursing through her.
"I guess."
"Then we'd best have a look. Turn over." Mark turned over on the couch and Laura lifted his T-shirt out of his trunks. She pushed it up his back and placed her hand in the middle of his-spine. "Tell me where it hurts."
"Lower, down near the bottom."
Laura slowly eased her hand down his spine until it rested in the small of his back just above his slender butt. She felt the heat of his body radiate into her palm, and lust grew in her pussy. She had a half-naked man lying next to her, and it was within the boundaries of her profession to examine him further. If she thought about what she was about to do, she wouldn't do it. So she didn't think.
She reached for the elastic waistband on his trunks and peeled them down his ass. Mark turned his head to look at her, and his hips rose up slightly to let his gym shorts slide down his snow-white globes.
"Your tailbone is a little red," she told him, avoiding his eyes, staring at his bare butt. She stopped his shorts in the middle of his thighs, his jock strap cutting into his flesh just below his youthful mounds. She gazed at the dark crevice between his freckled cheeks and sent her fingers out to caress the base of his spine. "Does this hurt?" she asked, her fingers pressing.
"A little," he said, turning away from her.
She gently massaged, and her middle finger was so close to his asshole that she could feel the tiny red hairs circling his sphincter. Her cunt heated between her weak legs, and she wondered just how far she could go before the young man would stop her.
"Raise your hips some, Mark, so I can see how badly you've bruised the base of your spine." Her hands slipped onto his smooth buns as she stared in anticipation of his crack widening with the rising of his hips.
Mark eased up from the sofa, his butt lifting into the air. Laura gazed at his barely parted crack and used her hands to fully open the valley of his ass.
Her eyes filled with a glorious sight. His asshole sat before her, pinker than pink, tiny red hairs trailing down to disappear within the hugging white elastic of his jock strap. She could just see the beginning of his ball sac within the clinging pouch covering the objects of her mounting lust. Her hands worked his globes as she pretended to analyze the extent of his injuries.
"You're going to be sore for awhile," she said softly, her hands still working his firm flesh. "Do you hurt anywhere else?" she asked hopefully. "No, Mrs. Koles, only my back and my head."
"Well, we'd better be sure. There could be some internal injuries. Turn over for me."
Her hands reluctantly slipped off his soft ass as Mark turned over. She stared at the rounded mound between his thighs, his jock strap smoothing the equipment packed into his crotch. One hand came to rest on his stomach, and she gently pressed. His muscles tightened, his skin warm and tempting.
"Tell me if you feel any discomfort," she said, her hand moving across his belly.
She felt daring and wicked as her fingers traced the fine line of red hair that trailed down from his navel and disappeared beneath the wide band of elastic that stretched across his abdomen. Her fingers pressed into his flesh and slipped under his jock strap. She could feel the moisture rising in her cunt as she stopped her hand from going any further into his crotch.
She pressed and caressed his smooth skin and could feel his pubic hairs move beneath her searching fingers. Her pussy panted between her legs, the desire to see him naked weakening her body. She took a deep breath and reached for the elastic waistband with both hands. Her fingers locked onto his jock strap.
"Raise up," she said breathily.
Mark lifted his hips and Laura eased the jock strap down the young man's body. She went slowly, but not so slowly as to raise suspicion. This was supposed to be an examination, not a sexual encounter. But she knew better than that, his jock lowering only because she strongly desired to see his bare dick.
She gazed lustily at the soft tuft of curly red hair that surrounded the pure white base of his cock. Her hands trembled slightly as she peeled the strap all the way down his thighs. His crotch was gradually bared for her inspection, his dick long and slender, his balls red and covered with hair. His large, flared cockhead was perfectly shaped and purplish red.
Now that she had him naked, she was suddenly afraid to touch him. She glanced up and saw him staring down at his crotch, at her hands resting on his thighs. He didn't look as nervous or as fearful, so she proceeded with her examination.
Her hands skimmed up his legs and brushed past his nuts as she applied pressure to his groin. Her fingers played on each side of his scrotum to rock his balls. His dick rolled from side to side as she manipulated his crotch, and she was sure his shaft was beginning to swell. She wasn't sure what she'd tell him she was checking for if he happened to ask, but he didn't seem to want to question her. He didn't speak as he opened his legs and gave her more room to examine his freckled groin.
Now bold and daring, she moved one hand up to his abdomen and let her fingers circle the base of his lengthy prick. She gently squeezed, pressing down, and his knob lifted away from his balls. He was indeed getting an erection, his shank growing and rising as she maintained the slight pressure around his fattening base. His silence was all the encouragement she needed.
One hand closed around his hot nuts as the other slid up to clasp his thickening stem. She slowly travelled over the length of his hard-on until his knob sat above her encircling fingers. It turned a deeper shade of purple, and she could feel his heart beat in her gentle grip. Her own heart raced as she held the cock of her patient.
Her fist began to stroke his firm length, and Mark sighed around her pumping hand. She released his nuts to send her hand beneath her uniform. She rubbed her pussy as she jerked him off, heat rising in her body, her tits straining in her confining bra as her breaths grew deeper and deeper.
She adored the feel of his rigid dick in her gripping hand and squeezed more tightly around his smooth shaft. She watched his balls bounce between his thighs as her actions grew more vigorous. Mark moaned and sighed and rocked his hips in rhythm to her gliding hand.
Her fingers pushed her panties into her slit, the fabric becoming soaked with the moisture from her excited snatch. She pumped her cunt as rapidly as she pumped Mark's cock, the dual masturbation thrilling her sense of mischief. But that made her want to fuck him, to take his hard rod into her twat and bounce her way to climax.
First things first. She slowed the action on her pussy and increased the speed of her grasping fist. Mark was young enough to have multiple orgasms in very short order, so she decided to make his dick spit for her pleasure before she took his rod inside her.
Mark's dick was nearing eruption. His hips pumped his prick through her closed fist, and his chest was rapidly rising and falling with his mounting excitement. His climax would be spraying out of his purple cockhead very shortly, and Laura quickly placed her lips over his sloping knob. She drew the end of his dick into her mouth as her hand continued to lustily stroke up and down his sturdy shaft.
Her tongue licked and tasted the coolness of his sticky pre-cum liquids against the flaming surface of his knob. She circled the smooth plane of his head and felt his thick stem jerk in her hand. He writhed beneath her and her hand rushed away from her cunt to grab onto his bouncing balls. She captured his nuts and gently squeezed, his hairy sac hot, his balls trying to retreat into his moist crotch.
She flattened her hand around his throbbing base and let her lips glide down the wide expanse of his pulsing cock. She placed his cockhead at the opening to her throat and held his madly pounding shaft between her sucking cheeks. Then she bobbed her head in his crotch, her mouth hugging his heated flesh, her tongue pressed tightly to the thick vein winding along his fevered meat.
Her fingers eased their pressure on his tender rocks and tickled their way down to his asshole. She played between his thighs, and Mark's hips raised high off the sofa and locked in place. He groaned deeply and held himself still as Laura continued to suck on his thick stick and rub the hairy mound between his balls and his butt.
With a sudden exhale, Mark's cock exploded between her cheeks. A blazing blast of cum made a dive for her throat. She swallowed the first shot of his cream, pulled back to clamp her lips around his flared head, and let the rest of his spewing load empty into the openness of her mouth.
His rapid-fire climax sprayed onto her tongue, wads of thick jizz shooting in close succession. He exuberantly detonated volley after volley of sweet cum for her drinking pleasure. But she didn't just swallow. She played his spunk around his hot shaft and bulbous head. Her tongue savoring his youthful flavor.
His hips finally dropped back to the couch, and his dick popped out of her mouth. Laura gulped down his heavy load and smiled at the pretty dick still held in her hand. She released his nuts and licked her lips.
Mark started to get up.
"Just stay where you are, young man."
"But I need to get my stuff out of my locker. If I don't, someone's gonna steal my wallet."
"I'll get your stuff," Laura informed him. "You lie still and get some rest."
She thought it a little odd that he didn't say one word about her blow job. He acted like it was an expected part of her examination.
"But they won't let you into the locker room," he protested.
She pushed him back down on the sofa. "I'll get Mr. Gregory to retrieve your things. What's your locker number and your combination?"
Mark reluctantly told her and stretched out on the couch, his dick now hanging limply over his red nuts.
Laura walked toward the gym very aware of the dewiness on the soft lips of her slit. She tried not to think about what she had just done, and thought instead about all the men who would be naked in the locker room.
All the students were in class, and no one was on duty in the supply room. Paul Gregory's office was deserted as well. She looked around, but no one was in sight. She assumed the lockers were in the next room. She cracked the door and called out. No one responded. She saw the rows of lockers and could hear water running in the showers.
If she was quick about it, she could go in, get Mark's clothes, and get out before anyone discovered her. It was risky, and maybe that's what made her decide to open the door and step inside. Excitement grew inside her as she searched for Mark's locker.
Her heart thumped as she thought about all the naked men who would populate this room as soon as class was over. The longer it took her to find the right locker, the faster her heart pounded. She looked up one row of lockers and down another. Then she heard bare feet slapping on the tiled floor. Someone was coming!
Her blood raced in her veins as she scurried down the row that should have held Mark's locker. She finally found it and grabbed the lock, her fingers quickly twisting the dial before she was discovered.
From the corner of her eye, Laura saw a white form appear at the end of the row. She turned her head and stared red-faced at the naked young man, his towel dropping to cover his crotch.
"M-M-Mrs. Koles!" he stammered.
More guys appeared behind him. Laura saw bare dicks dangling out of wet crotches, their shafts limp above lovely sets of hairy balls. She nearly swooned with so many naked men so close to her already aroused body, and she ogled their cocks before they covered them up.
"It's the nurse!" one guy yelled, his hands lowering to hide his dick.
Laura fumbled with the lock, but her eyes were glued to all the swinging pricks and balls as the guys rushed away. She stared at their sexy mounds of ass flesh as they made a hasty retreat.
"What the hell!" exclaimed Paul Gregory from her other side.
Laura's head spun around and she knew she was in trouble. Paul wore his usual white pants and sweatshirt, a whistle hanging around his neck.
"What the hell are you doing in here!" he demanded to know.
"I ... I ... came to pick up Mark's things. Nobody was around, and I thought I could get in and get...."
"Didn't make it, did you, nursie?" Paul said with an extremely irritating grin. "You're something else! Don't see enough dick in your office, huh?"
Laura turned back to Mark's locker, her hand shaking as she completed the combination and pulled the door open. She scooped out his clothes.
"You wanted to get a look at these guys, didn't you?" Paul challenged, gazing at the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
"I did not!" she protested, clutching Mark's clothes to her bosom. She shouldered her way past Paul, her cheeks glowing warmly. She could feel his eyes on her swaying ass as she headed for the door. She made a quick exit.
She worried all the way back to her office. Then she was furious. She knew Paul wouldn't go to the Dean, but what he would do might be worse. He'd hold this over her forever, use it to force her to do things for him.
Mark was sitting up when she stormed into her office. He had removed his T-shirt, shorts, and jock strap. She gazed at his nude body and really got nervous. Mark was now as big a threat as Paul. What had she done to herself? Why had she done such crazy things?
She dropped his clothes next to him, her eyes gazing at the length of meat hanging between his legs. The beauty of his crotch reminded her of her needy cunt. If she was going to be fired, or blackmailed, or threatened, she might as well make it worthwhile, she decided. She moved to the door and turned the lock.
CHAPTER THREE
Laura gazed at the naked young man and drew in a deep breath. He smiled up at her. Her heart pounded wildly in her breast, partly because of Mark's arousing body, partly because she was about to do the forbidden. But if she thought about it any longer, she'd drive herself mad. She stopped thinking and began to undress.
She stepped out of her dress, and Mark stared at her in her white bra and half-slip. His dick started to rise in his crotch.
She let her slip drop and stepped out of it, showing Mark her lace edged panties, her bare thighs, and her stockings. His cock continued to grow as did the desire in her heating snatch. His shaft angled up his lean belly to expose his balls. His hands grabbed his firming cock and jostled his red-haired nuts.
Laura stared at his erection, her eyes glassy. Her entire body throbbed and she wondered why she didn't just drop to her knees and swallow his lovely cock. Her brain seemed to swirl.
She sank to the sofa and wrapped the lean, naked man in her yearning arms. Her body was warm and soft against his. And his was hot and firm against hers.
Mark curled his arms around her and laid them down on the couch. His cock throbbed between their bodies, sandwiched straight up against the panties which sheathed Laura's trembling twat.
She wiggled down a bit to rub her pussy against Mark's thigh, to rub his cock against her stomach, to rub her tits against his chest. Then she pulled back to stare at his upthrust prick. It was skinny and seemed so delicate even though it stood fiercely erect. Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest as she reached for his dick with a shaky hand. She clutched his warmly pulsating and iron-hard rod.
Laura moaned as she began to stroke his rigid cock. Mark sighed, his eyes narrowing, his lips moving in to kiss her cheek.
"Take off the rest of your clothes, Mrs. Koles," he whispered. "Get naked for my cock." Staring into his penetrating green eyes, she said, "Laura."
"Laura," Mark repeated softly.
She unwrapped her hand from his firm dick and ran her fingers through his hair. Her exhilaration increased. So, too, did her guilt. But the first was so much more powerful than the other that her conscience was locked in a losing battle.
She got to her feet and towered over the reclining body waiting to be taken. She popped the hooks on her bra. She took the flimsy garment away from her chest and watched Mark's eyes widen. Her rosy nipples rose higher and stiffer now that they were exposed to his lust-filled sight. Her breasts felt thrillingly full and thrusted forward.
Mark stared at her luscious tits, his mouth open but speechless.
Feeling warm and wicked, Laura hooked her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly peeled the white nylon down her crotch. Mark's eyes travelled downward, too. When the dark hair of her pussy popped into view, his expression became dreamy and romantic.
She stepped out of her panties and turned around. She wanted to show Mark every bit of her body. She felt extremely decadent knowing his eyes were scanning her breasts, her ass, and her tapering thighs. She could have just stepped out of her shoes, but she bent over to remove them with her hands. Excitement raced through her veins as she displayed her dark mound of pussy between her parted legs.
"Hurry," Mark gasped.
Laura straightened and turned around. She was quite alarmed to find Mark rapidly stroking his pink erection.
"Oh, no you don't!" she exclaimed. She knelt on the sofa, her breasts swooping in creamy fullness, her rosy nipples extended, her hand removing his from his throbbing hard-on. She bent over and kissed him tenderly.
His lips parted for her kiss and their tongues met. He kissed her feverishly, his tongue darting and poking, the exuberance of youth evident in his body.
She laid down and cuddled up next to him. "Why don't you ... kind of ... go exploring?" she suggested. "Get up on your knees and look at me. Examine me. Touch me. Kiss me, Mark, kiss me anywhere you like."
Mark was instantly in a kneeling position, and Laura gazed at the beautiful erection bobbing in his crotch. He extended a tentative hand, then wrapped his slender fingers around one of her full, warm breasts.
An excited tremor coursed through Laura's body, shaking her tit in his hand.
He squeezed her breast and just looked at it, looked at it like he had never before been face to face with a bare tit. He stared at her nipple which stood rosy and tall. It was thick and had a hairline crease at its tip. Around the base of the nipple was a pebbly disk which seemed tense and as red as the stem.
"Suck it," Laura commanded. She threaded her fingers into his rust-colored hair and drew his head down.
She stretched her neck back when she felt his moist lips seize the nozzle of her tit. Delicious throbs radiated from her breast as Mark nursed it hungrily, his wet tongue working in concert with his lips. It was quite apparent that he had done this before.
"The other one," she said breathily. "Suck them both."
Mark moved to her other breast and drew at its stiffly rosy nipple while his hand pawed the damp tit his mouth had just left. Laura blindly felt for his dick and found it throbbing more dramatically than ever. Her fingers fluttered up and down his rod.
"I love your tits," Mark purred, his head raising.
"And I love your cock!" Laura responded as she kept fingering his pulsing erection. "It's so stiff, yet seems so gentle."
Gazing at the pretty purplish head of his dick, her hand snaked down to cup his nuts. "And your balls are nice, too," she complimented. "They're like velvet."
"Oh, Mrs. Koles, uh, Laura, you've got a beautiful body," Mark said his eyes sweeping along her curves.
He placed his hand on her stomach just above the rim of her garter belt. Her skin felt soft and smooth. He tickled her belly button, and she giggled. Then his hand glided down across her garter belt and onto the thick mat of hair on her cunt. His fingertips gently toyed with her curly bush.
Laura opened her legs as far as she could and drew her knees up. She tried to keep them out of Mark's way, but the sofa didn't give her much room to work in.
He looked into her unfurling pussy, her slit rosy and moist in its nest of dark hair. His hand rubbed between her legs. He thrilled at how soft and warm and wet her cunt lips were. The tip of one finger twisted between them and found her hole.
The instant his finger connected with her wanting hole, Laura felt ready to blast an orgasm. When he tenderly pushed inside her snatch, her head flopped from side to side. He slowly stretched her yearning entrance. Her eyes closed, and her dark lashes fluttered against her cheek.
Mark slowly stroked his finger in and out of her heated twat, thrilling her intensely.
"Oooooh," she groaned. She raised her head, her eyes fully open. "Stop it!" she suddenly snapped. "Get on top of me! Use your cock, Mark. Get your finger out of my cunt and fuck me!"
Mark scrambled onto her desiring body. He knelt between her thighs which still had stockings covering half of them. He grabbed his hard prick and pushed it down toward her crotch. He nuzzled his knob into her soft, wet flesh. His cockhead instantly found her hole, and he drove forward. He gasped loudly as he felt her slippery warmth surround his pounding dick.
Laura squealed and slammed her hips upward. Her ravenous pussy gulped at his inserted rod. She groaned and tossed her head back, her cunt pushed halfway down his long, slender cock. But nothing was happening. She raised her head to find Mark angled away from her on stiffened arms. His eyes were closed and his face was screwed up as though he were suffering excruciating pain.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" she asked.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Your pussy feels so good!"
"Well, make it feel better! Fuck me! Move your dick, Mark! Drive it into me. Let's get going or you're gonna cum before I'm ready!"
Mark went wild. He did all the right things to make Laura's orgasm churn madly in her depths. He thrusted through her gripping hole and fucked her as fast as possible. Too fast. He was guaranteeing climax all right, but bypassing the pleasure of getting there.
"Okay ... okay! You can ... slow down ... now," Laura said through breathy gasps.
Mark not only slowed down, he stopped. His arms trembled slightly as he silenced his hips.
"I didn't say stop!" Laura whined. Then she realized what was happening. "Have you done this before?" she asked.
"Once," Mark mumbled.
"Well, that explains that!"
What she had thought was the exuberance of youth was actually the zeal of inexperience. Her heart went out to him as she assumed his first encounter with pussy was a stolen moment that had to be accomplished as quickly as possible. She set out to make his second fuck a lot more enjoyable than his first.
"Work with me, Mark. Follow my lead. We're gonna make this last a little longer."
Her body was on fire with a pretty dick clasped in her cunt, but she resisted her impulses. A fast fuck could be heavenly, but Mark needed to know the thrill of a slow and loving pussy.
Her hands lowered to his ass to hold his hips steady. Being on her back, it would take some extra effort on her part, but she felt up to the challenge. She sent her cunt up to the base of his cock, gripped his shaft as firmly as she could, and slowly dropped down his rigid length. Then slowly back up again.
Mark sighed deeply, and his entire body quaked around her hugging snatch. She worked her crotch over his pounding rod, stroking slowly, caressing his shaft with the walls of her moist cunt. His dick twitched inside her, his cockhead kissing the back of her box before slipping down to her clasping entrance. But Laura instinctively knew that this pace would extract his climax as quickly as his former rushing speed.
"Hang onto my tits," Laura told him. She hoped to give his mind something to concentrate on other than his dick. At the same time, having her tits fondled would further stimulate her into erupting orgasm.
Laura increased the power behind her thrusting hips, and they were soon back to a furious pace. She beat her crotch against Mark as he drove his dick swiftly into her grasping channel. His eyes rolled back and his fingers harshly gripped her excited breasts. He squeezed firmly and maintained the pounding pleasure behind his stroking hips. His mind was obviously still on his dick.
Laura dispensed with any attempt to slow the progress of impending climax. She writhed beneath him as her fingers clawed at his lean body. She pulled him hard against her, wrapping him in a bear hug with both her arms and her legs. She drove her hot cunt wildly around his pronging cock as her orgasm neared explosion.
With her tits smashed in his hands, their bodies pressed tightly together, their crotches slamming against one another, Laura's climax heightened in intensity. Her pussy itched and burned around his stabbing prick, and she was shocked that she beat him to eruption.
Her climax blasted around his rushing dick. She felt one mind-boggling release after another. She shook around his flying cock and squealed with delight. Her hot lava poured over his stroking cockhead, and her cunt blazed beautifully around his thrusting organ. Her nectars flowed out of her body like a raging river, torrents of fiery cum filling her pussy.
Mark didn't slow even though Laura was sure her orgasm was burning into his dick. He gasped, slowed, then shot his load into her box. His cock twitched as it spit into her loosely clinging cunt.
She moaned, and Mark moaned, and her fingernails clawed at his back as his hot spunk beat against the back wall of her snatch.
His spraying shots stung her delicate flesh as they hit the tender walls of her trembling twat. He fired round after round of searing semen, his body quivering, his hips barely stroking into her, his face raised to the ceiling.
When he finished his devastating ejaculation, he went limp in her arms. His hands released the intense pressure on her aching tits, and Laura went limp as well. Her arms and legs unwrapped and flopped onto the sofa, the two of them panting rapidly.
"Was it good?" Mark asked, his head raising. Laura chuckled to herself at his youthful question. "Yes, Mark. You were great!" It wasn't a lie, simply an exaggeration. It was over much too quickly to really be considered "great."
Mark pulled back, his softening dick drawing through her wet cunt lips. He sat between her legs and stared down at her soaked bush. His hand rubbed her pussy.
"I think it's time to get dressed," she said. "You're gonna be fine. If you get a headache, just take some aspirin and get some rest."
They got off the sofa and went for their clothes. Mark's eyes remained locked on her body, especially her tits when they swung forward as she picked up her panties. He started dressing, but never looked away from her curvaceous form.
Laura pulled her panties on, snuggling them against her wet snatch. She wrapped her bra about her middle, fastened it, then turned it around to bring the cups up to her breasts. She tucked the softly firm masses of her tits into her bra. She wiggled the shoulder straps up her arms and settled her mounds more comfortably in their nylon cradles, Mark not missing one move.
When their bodies were once more covered, Laura moved to the door. "Let's keep this our little secret, okay?"
"Sure thing, Mrs. ... Laura! Can I see you again?"
"We'll see." She unlocked the door and opened it. Mark stepped through and smiled back at her as she closed the door.
She was sure her hair was a fright, so returned to her desk to retrieve her purse. Taking a hand mirror and a comb out of her pocketbook, she tried her best to tidy herself up.
She was startled when the door opened and Paul rushed in.
"Have a good time?" he asked, leaning over her desk.
"What do you want!?" she snapped. Her heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn't lust that was making it beat so rapidly. She could feel her face flush and braced herself for the confrontation.
"You fucked him, didn't you?"
"That's enough!" Laura raged, rising from her chair. "Just leave me alone! What I do or don't do is none of your nasty business!"
"Maybe not," Paul said calmly, straightening. "But I think it's the school's business when you're caught in the men's locker room. The Dean won't be pleased when he hears about your little excursion. I'm surprised at you, Mrs. Koles. Sneaking into the locker room to get a look at all those guys with their cocks hanging out."
"That's not why I was there!" Laura fumed. She was seething inside and found it hard to control herself. "I wasn't trying ... I didn't want to see their ... their ... them."
"The hell you didn't! Oh, I've got your number, Laura. You're a horny old broad who craves young dick."
"How dare you!" she screamed, her arm raised, her hand flying toward his face.
He caught her hand before it connected and pulled her across the desk. She could feel his breath on her face and felt trapped.
"You'd better be careful how you talk to me. And how you act. I've got you right by your pretty tits!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Laura said as calmly as she could, trying desperately to hide her embarrassment.
"Bullshit! You know very well. If I told the Dean what happened at the gym, and what probably happened here in your office, I could get your ass kicked out of this school so fast it would make your head spin. Not only that, Mrs. Koles, but you wouldn't be able to get a job at any other school. Anywhere!"
Laura hated it when he called her "Mrs. Koles," because she knew he didn't use it as a term of respect. Her lips trembled as she realized he was right. He could keep her from ever working again.
He released her arm and his body relaxed. "I've told the guys not to talk about it," he said calmly. "And they won't. That means I'm the only one you've got to worry about." He grinned. "So, you'd better be nice to me. As nice as you were to Mark."
"I don't know why you keep bringing him up," Laura said, knowing Paul had no proof of what they had done.
"Because I know you fucked him!"
"I didn't!" she lied.
"Oh, no? Then I guess you're just as horny now as when I caught you in the locker room."
He backed toward the door, his eyes glaring at her body. He turned the lock and stepped away. His hand grabbed his crotch and hefted his hidden meat. "I've got a solution to your problem, Mrs. Koles. One I think you're gonna like."
Laura gazed at his groin and dropped back into her chair. She struggled with what was about to happen.
As much as she hated him, she knew he had a nice body beneath his clothes and fucking him could be exciting. But she wasn't happy that he had the evidence for blackmail and could use it whenever he wanted to get his rocks off. Do it once, and she knew she'd be doing it over and over. But did she have the strength to not fuck him? And if she did, would he really go to the Dean?
No matter what she decided, it looked pretty clear to her that she'd soon have his dick ramming her pussy. The only decision left to her was how willingly she should accept it. And the decision needed to be made swiftly as he marched over to the desk.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come over here," Paul ordered, taking a step away from the desk.
Laura was dismayed at being ordered about in her own office. She had a pretty good idea of what he wanted from her, but refused to believe that he would actually take sexual advantage of the situation. She moved around the desk, glaring at him. She didn't want to, but Paul was a strong man and could easily force her if he were so inclined. While not a weakling herself, she knew she was no match for his athletic strength.
"Bend over the desk," he commanded calmly.
"Do whaaaat?"
"Bend over the desk, and stick your ass up!"
"I'll do no such thing!" Laura said defiantly.
"Oh, yes you will! You'll do exactly what I say."
Why had she been so foolish, Laura asked herself, to get caught in the men's locker room. Was seeing all that naked cock worth it now?
She turned to face the desk, cleared a space, and bent her body part way over. She hesitated, wondering exactly what sort of deviant behavior he had in mind.
Paul whacked her across the bottom, making her springy half-moons shake. Laura released a startled gasp as her butt tingled beneath the stinging blow.
Paul grasped her at the back of the neck and pushed her the rest of the way down, her breasts pressing against the firm surface of her desk and spreading as he held her in position.
"Stay just like that," Paul said with a twinkle in his voice that clearly stated he was extracting great pleasure from his dominance.
Her white skirt had risen high at the backs of her thighs to reveal pale flesh above her nylons. Her sexy garters were displayed for the arrogant coach, and Laura hated that. She knew it would turn him on, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
He grasped the hem of her skirt and the half slip hidden beneath it. He tossed both garments onto her back, exposing the tops of her thighs and the white panties that snugly hugged her softly firm ass cheeks.
"Nooooooo!" Laura moaned with embarrassment. She turned her head to rest her cheek against the desk. She couldn't see him clearly. Paul's body was just a blur, a lumbering hulk standing behind her partially exposed ass.
Paul stared at her beautiful bottom, her buns slightly parted by her bent forward posture. Her lush globes stretched her panties, the leg openings arching upward.
"What are you going to do?" Laura questioned, dreading what he might say.
"First I'm going to pull your panties down. Then we'll deal with whatever comes up," he said with a slight chuckle.
His enjoyment was obvious. Laura's embarrassment turned to humiliation as she thought about her butt being bared for his staring eyes. And at the same time, there was something erotically stimulating about her submissive position and being stripped by a man she loathed.
Laura wiggled within his grip, his strong hand still pressing on her neck. She might have to give in to his desires, but she didn't have to make it easy.
Her buttocks shook in her silk panties and the cool metal of her desk caressed her tits. She quickly realized she was giving him more of a show than she wanted and stopped all movement.
She felt his hand claw at the elastic waistband of her panties and stretch them away from her back. He yanked her briefs down to her thighs in a single motion. Cool air kissed her bottom.
Her ass was now on display, but even worse. Not only were her pale, rounded globes totally revealed to his ogling eyes, but because of her shameful position, she knew her pussy was exposed as well.
Paul gazed at the thick clump of hair that decorated her slitted snatch. Little beads of moisture clung to some of her curly covering. While Laura shuddered with shame, he sank his thumbs into the slick warmth of her plushy gash and opened her up.
"I hate you!" Laura seethed through gritted teeth.
"Hate me all you want, but we're going to fuck," Paul said, lowering behind her.
His eyes sparkled lustily as he looked at her rosy, wet split. The little mouth of her pussy pulsated when exposed to the air. Paul was pleasantly surprised to find her clit erect, her body saying "yes" even if her mouth continued to protest.
"I'll get you for this!" she said. But she knew it was an empty warning. She had nothing on him.
Paul laughed tightly at her idle threat and pulled on his thumbs. Her cunt stretched and her entrance opened.
Laura was getting a throbbing sensation deep in her interior. As much as she hated to admit it, the involuntary revealing of her private parts was giving her a wicked thrill.
He let the lips of her cunt close and balled his right hand into a fist, his big middle finger protruding. He twisted his rigid finger at the soft, wet center of her gash and screwed it up her pussy.
Laura gasped at the sudden penetration, but, even so, her twat throbbed more wildly than before. She could feel her hot pussy ripple around his probe.
"What a tight snatch!" he exclaimed. He curved his finger and raked it against her soft interior flesh. He pulled out of her pussy and brought his finger to his nose. He sniffed and examined the thin coating on his upraised digit.
"Oh, Laura. What have you done?" He grasped her by the hair and lifted her head from the desk. His finger wiggled in front of her face.
"Mrs. Koles, I do believe there's cum in your pussy. Male cum. Could it be from a young man named Mark? Oh, but you wouldn't do that. You wouldn't fuck a man young enough to be your son. No, you wouldn't do that."
Laura stared at the evidence of her guilt and realized Paul now had her on two charges. He couldn't preserve Mark's semen as evidence, but he could probably force the truth out of him now that Paul knew for certain that she had taken his cock up inside her.
Releasing her head, Paul returned his finger to her cunt, this time grinding in a circle and reaming her delicate entrance.
"Oh, please!" Laura begged.
"Not yet, baby," Paul said, though he did pull his finger out of her snatch.
His hands moved onto her ass to spread her rubbery butt cheeks apart. Laura gasped as her asshole tingled in shocked exposure.
Obviously enjoying the humiliation that he was heaping upon her, Paul drove his wet finger against her shy nest of brownish puckers, twisting firmly. Laura howled as his finger urged her asshole to yield. His digit glided into her tightly clasping ring.
"You fiend!" Laura exclaimed, squirming as he kept his finger up her butt. Her flesh rippled hotly around his obscene penetration. Her mind swirled. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined such despicable behavior.
"This is for all the times you put me down," Paul admonished, his finger stroking in and out of her clasping asshole. "This is for all your uppity remarks; for pretending you're so much better than me! How do you like it, baby? Huh?" Before Laura had a chance to respond, he rammed his finger all the way up into the fleshy grip of her rectum, his fist smacking the curves of her buttocks.
"Uuugghh!" she groaned. "Oh! You ... you pig!"
"I'll be damned!" Paul snarled. "You still haven't learned to be nice to me. Well, I'll teach you a little respect!"
He pulled his finger from her lubricated asshole, and the tight orifice gave an audible "pop" with the extraction. Her brown little starburst contracted.
Paul opened the front of his pants. His big prick leapt out of his fly, quivering in full erection.
Looking over her shoulder, Laura saw the huge, menacing dick and cried out. "No! Oh, my God! No! You wouldn't!"
"Like hell I wouldn't!" Paul snapped. He moved in on her naked ass. His strong hands spread her spongy buns wide apart.
His dick bored at her defenseless hole and spread the radiating puckers which had been softened and lubricated by his finger. With remarkable ease, his bulging cockhead popped into her backside, clasped by the tremendous heat of her rectum.
"Aaaaawwww!" she cried, more from shame than pain, though the thick stem of his dick burned and stretched her virginal asshole.
Lying helpless across the desk, she squirmed around his wide impalement. Her entire body pulsated. Surprisingly, she felt a strange, giddy passion she didn't understand.
The pulsations intensified as Paul began stroking in and out of her gripping rear end, his lengthy shaft going deeper and deeper into her ass with every forceful thrust. Finally, she was getting every bit of his turgid muscle surging way into her hot bowels. His loins smacked against her jiggling buns.
Laura groaned loudly as he began to earnestly fuck her butt. She was far from rising toward a climax, but she was undeniably pulsing from hips to head with every thrust of the rigid dick up her clasping chute. He jolted her anguished body against the desk.
His balls churned in their confinement. He thought about removing his pants, baring his crotch to increase his pleasure, but that would mean stopping. And the rippling clutches of Laura's hot ass stimulated him too powerfully to even consider a halt in the action.
He rubbed his hands up and down her spread apart thighs, along the firm flesh of her legs, and over the garter straps that pressed into her widened thighs. He stroked repeatedly across the tops of her stockings, loving the feel of tenseness in her tightened muscles. He growled behind her as he lustily drove his fat shaft into her receptive hole.
His thrusts up her narrow tunnel gave her giddy delight even as they shamed her. She wondered if she could climax with no action in her cunt. She didn't want to, and yet....
Paul wanted to fuck her pussy as much as he wanted to fuck her ass, but he couldn't stop powering his prick up her backside, because it felt too good. He screwed her hot rear harder, gripping her pale, rounded hips to pull them against his hammering pelvis. He rammed heatedly against her bouncy bottom, his thick dick spearing passionately between her wiggling globes.
As her sphincter loosened around his madly driving stem, Laura began to sense an orgasm building inside her. She was amazed that getting ass-fucked would produce a climax. Knowing she was preparing to release her hot honey, she launched into an insane flurry of ass-fucking gyrations.
"That's it, baby, really get into it!" Paul panted behind her. "Pound your ass over my fucking cock!"
She reached across the desk and gripped firmly to the hard edge to hold her ass steady against his incessant ramming. She pushed the slight pain out of her mind and concentrated on the stimulating waves of pleasure rippling up from her expanded rear tunnel.
Paul's fingers dug into her hips as he slammed her ass against his groin.
Laura felt the cold, sharp kiss of his zipper against her heated ass flesh with each of his deeply penetrating drives. She couldn't help thinking how much better it would feel to have his curly hairs tickling her behind instead of having her globes scraped by harsh fabric. Even so, she couldn't deny the heavenly feelings racing through her buns with each slap of his harshly thrusting crotch.
Paul fucked her ass with the same hurtling speed that Mark had used on her cunt. She really wanted him to take it slowly, to let her fully enjoy this new experience, but she knew there was no way for her to gain that much control. And she decided not to tell him. She refused to let him know he was giving her the least bit of pleasure.
Paul greedily sped up her ass. His cockhead seeped within her hugging sleeve to let his shaft glide between the soft tissues of her rectum. Her flesh was smooth and sleek against his steely prick and marvelously stimulated his sensitive knob.
Willingly or not, her ass was making love to his dick. Her expanded circle fit snugly around his girth and stroked his rod like a gripping fist or a fantastically tight pussy. Maybe even better than that. His stiff cock was heating and his swirling cum was rising more quickly than ever. And that fanned his raging desire to blast his load up her virginal tunnel.
Holding her ass steady against his devastating onslaught, Laura felt her orgasm inch closer. She could certainly feel his cock in her rectum, but she could feel it in her pussy as well. As he glided in and out of her butt, the walls of her cunt were jostled by his scraping knob. While not the same as having a lengthy slab fucking into her snatch, her pussy was being stimulated almost as nicely.
She forgot about whose prick it was that was planted in her ass and settled into the pure enjoyment of being taken anally. Ecstasy spread through her butt as her orgasm made its methodical approach.
She began to sway her butt, to play his fat stem in the narrow confines of her clinging rectum. Paul sighed deeply behind her, and she knew she was stimulating both of their orgasms.
Fire blazed in her pussy, and Laura knew she was doing much too good a job of fucking. If she was that close to eruption, then Paul would be too. As much as she despised him, she wanted the extreme pleasure of his thrusting dick to continue.
She ceased all movement in her hips, held her body still to send a message exactly opposite the one clawing at her brain. Her mind wanted to let him know how deeply he was thrilling her, but because it was Paul, her body kept him from knowing. But her inactivity didn't stop the lusty feelings coursing through her pulsing veins.
Paul's legs began to tremble. His hands took a firmer grip on her hips, and he rammed into her ass with shorter, faster strokes. Cum scratched at his cockhead, his shaft fattened by boiling cream, and he knew it would only be a matter of seconds before his thick spunk would come flying out of his rubbing knob.
He slowed as much as he could to prolong the divine sensations rippling over his rigid length. Her ass was hot, moist, and pulsing against his turgid meat and nothing he did would silence his raging semen.
Paul suddenly stopped lurching into the spastic, convulsing grip of her asshole, and his hot sperm jetted into her rectum. He planted his stake far up inside her and grunted around his spraying ejaculate. His hips jerked with each blast, but his cock couldn't possibly reach any further into her tensed and clenching buns.
His balls blazed in his crotch as dick spit out its burning contents. Fiery jizz exploded in her ass, and Paul quivered around the excitement claiming his body. The muscles in his legs tightened, and he bounced up and down since he couldn't find the strength to stroke through her fiercely gripping asshole.
Laura was wildly stimulated by the up and down motion of his spraying cock. She could feel his cum blasting in her ass, but even more, his cock poked deliciously into her pussy each time he lifted onto his toes.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, jerking and throbbing as she, too, reached her climax.
It was the strangest orgasm she had ever had, because her pussy wasn't directly involved. But her nectars released with tremendous force, shaking her to the very marrow of her bones. Hot lava poured from her cunt, and it felt like it showered down to the floor.
Her body quivered and quaked around her burning discharge, and her interior jostled about as though it were trying to milk his spewing rod even though the last of his cream had emptied into her rectum.
Her entire lower half was ablaze. This fuck was like none other.
Paul pulled his dick out of her wet and slippery ass, and her rosy anal flower blossomed, then drew back into her crack. He gave her butt a slap and haphazardly pulled her panties back up.
"You can straighten up now," he grunted.
Laura slowly rose up from the desk and turned to face him. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, both sets. She panted and stared at the merciless man as she pulled her panties into their proper place. She didn't know what to say.
Her pride, of course, had been shattered. She had given herself to him much too willingly and had enjoyed it far too much.
She watched him stuff his meaty organ back into his pants and zip up his fly. Though she only caught a brief look, she was impressed by the handsomeness of his softened cock. It was a shame that such a pretty dick had to be attached to such an ogre of a man.
Laura was still breathing hard, and her knees remained shaky. If she lived to be a hundred, she was sure she would never forget this awful, yet oddly thrilling, experience.
Nor ever forgive Paul for taking her ass.
Paul grinned, and Laura hated him more than ever. But she hated herself as well for responding to his perverted treatment. Climaxing was just hysteria, she told herself, drawing on her medical knowledge. That was the only possible explanation for her body's passionate reaction.
"Keep it warm for me, baby," Paul said, heading for the office door. "We'll do this again some time. Oh, and next time, try not to like it so much." He winked, turned the lock, and exited.
Fury raged in her brain. She had tried so hard not to let him know the pleasure she was receiving from his delicious dick. It had all been in vain.
She sat back on her desk and keenly felt the soreness in her butt. She wondered if Paul would now let her off the hook. He had gotten what he wanted. Somehow, she knew in her heart that he would want her again. He had the lust of a bull, and the body of one, and she shuddered. In spite of her anger, she couldn't help thinking about the size of his cock.
Recalling how far her asshole had to stretch to accommodate his sizable girth, her pussy pulsed as it imagined his big dick gliding through her cunt's clinging entrance, a much more natural place for his handsome erection. She shook her head to dispel such a wicked notion. After all, this was a man she hated!
Her thoughts turned to revenge. She would dearly love to get back at him for fucking her backside. But the prospect appeared nonexistent. The best she could hope for was avoidance, stay out of his clutches from then on. Even that was wishful thinking, she feared.
As she tidied herself up and prepared to head home, she wondered what he looked like naked. She was startled by what was happening. It wasn't possible to hate someone as much as she hated Paul and lust after them at the same time. But that was exactly the situation. Getting a grip on herself, she vanquished his image from her mind and left the office. A hot bath would calm her down, she decided. She could sort it all out then.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day, just before it was time for Laura to head for home, her office phone rang.
"Laura?"
She recognized Paul's voice immediately and tensed, gripping the telephone receiver.
"What do you want?" she asked fearfully.
"Come to my office."
"Why?" she asked with a quiver in her voice.
"Because I said so!"
"It's time to go home. If someone's injured, take them to the emergency room." She knew perfectly well no one was hurt, or in need of her nursing services. Paul wanted something.
"It's time for everyone to go home except you, me, and one other person."
"Who are you talking about?" she questioned, squirming on her warm butt.
"You'll find out when you get here."
"I'm not coming," she said calmly, defiantly.
"Mrs. Koles...." Paul said menacingly, her name used as a threat.
"Damn you!" she raged into the phone and slammed the receiver down. She hoped she had used enough force to shatter his eardrum.
She stood behind her desk and stalled for a moment, smoothing her uniform over her rounded hips. She stroked her shivery, plump buttocks, recalling what Paul had done to her the day before.
Surely he didn't have anything like that in mind, she concluded, not if he had someone else with him. But who could it be? What if he had the Dean with him?
Laura left her office, noting a strange itchiness between her legs as she walked. The tops of her thighs brushed warmly together as her mind worried about her approaching encounter. She didn't understand the feelings in her pussy. She didn't understand how she could become aroused by a man she loathed so intensely.
She met very few students as she made her way to Paul's office. She entered the gymnasium and saw no one in the outer room. Having the good sense not to walk into the men's locker room this time, she stopped and called out, "Anybody here?"
"Yo!" Paul answered from inside. "Come on in." Laura hesitated outside the door to the locker room. She had never been a suspicious person, but she certainly was now. She decided it would be all right since Paul was in there with someone else. Still, she slowly opened the door and peeked inside before entering.
Paul stood among the lockers, grinning in that cocky way of his that so annoyed her.
"What's this all about?" she asked, stepping fully into the locker room.
"Still the haughty bitch, huh?" Paul said, walking up next to her. "Well, we'll see how long you stay that way." He raised his voice, calling, "Okay, you can come out now."
Hearing footsteps behind her, Laura turned around. Stepping into view from around a bank of lockers was Mark.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Koles," he said, his eyes lowered so he wouldn't have to look at her.
Her cheeks flushed. "So, now what?" she asked calmly, trying hard to make it sound like there was nothing unusual about her being with the two men she had had sex with the day before.
"So, now, Mrs. Koles, I get a firmer hold on you. Mark's already admitted that you and him made it yesterday. I could go to the Dean now, but I'd rather get some stronger evidence. I don't want to depend on Mark here telling the truth if I decide to blow the whistle on you."
"Don't be ridiculous," she bridled, "Mark's an adult. There's nothing wrong with what we did yesterday."
"Oh, no? And what about your little escapade in here? Is that why you fucked him? Did seeing all those naked dicks get you horny, Mrs. Koles? I don't think the Dean would look kindly on your turning your office into a whorehouse! How many other guys have you fondled and fucked in the name of medicine?"
Laura was seething. She was so furious she couldn't speak. She knew he could make everything sound a lot worse than it was, and she had no defense. He had her, and he knew it. Her hands balled into fists at her side, but that was the only defiance she could muster.
"You and Mark are going to put on a little show for me. And I'm going to capture it on film." He reached into an open locker and extracted a flash camera.
"And if I refuse to go along with your perverted little plan?" she asked, shrinking against the lockers. Her eyes darted from the coach to the student and questioned why Mark would go along.
"You won't refuse me," Paul said smugly. "I already have you by the tits, now I'm just gonna squeeze a little. Come on out in the open. Over there in front of the showers will do."
"Mrs. Koles, he made me come here," Mark said as he walked ahead of her. "He knew about yesterday. He said he'd flunk me if I didn't-"
"It's all right, Mark," she said softly, though her nerves were standing on end. Mark looked so innocent. Too innocent, Laura thought.
Paul placed his hands on her springy, rounded ass and pushed. "Get over there!" he commanded.
Laura lurched forward, her breasts shaking. She was about to fall when Mark grasped her by the arm, steadying her. They stood in the open space in front of the shower room and waited to be told what to do.
"Okay, Laura, take your dress off!" Paul ordered.
"Coach Gregory, this isn't right," Mark said, shaking his head.
"Shut up. You wanna pass don't you?"
"That's okay, Mark. Don't get in trouble because of me," Laura said to assure him.
She undid the buttons down the front of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly, and slid the garment off her smooth shoulders. Her full breasts jutted in a lacy white bra. She stepped out of her uniform, flexing her legs in her short, filmy slip. She felt uncomfortable with both men gazing at her body.
"The bra and slip, too," Paul commanded.
"Oh, please, Paul, don't do this," she begged.
"Bare your tits, baby!" Paul snapped.
Mark fidgeted next to her, obviously ill at ease with the situation. Laura's cheeks reddened as she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and drew it away from her chest. Her breasts quivered in ripe fullness. Her rosy nipples quickly erected in front of their staring eyes and her cheeks grew warmer. Laura quickly realized that getting naked in front of someone you like is much different than getting naked in front of someone you hate. She took a deep breath and resisted covering her exposed breasts with her arms.
She couldn't keep from glancing at Mark, and she saw that he had an erection growing in his jeans. If only she were alone with him to grasp onto his pretty dick and make beautiful love to it. But she quickly dispelled such lusty thoughts. This was hardly the time or the place to become aroused.
She stepped out of her slip, her breasts wobbling as her thighs and stockings came into view. She wore plain white panties with garter straps extending up beneath them. She hoped she didn't have to go any further.
Paul had a hand in his pocket, tickling his own swelling cock. If this was all he wanted, she could handle the exposing of her tits. However, she knew instinctively that it wasn't going to stop there.
"Get down on your knees," Paul ordered.
"No!" she exclaimed. "I'm not going to be a party to your perversion. Take your naked pictures and get this over with!"
"Oh, baby, I need more than naked pictures, and you're going to provide me with exactly what I want." He stepped up and gave her a stinging slap on her ass. The sound echoed through the locker room as her warming globes bounced in her panties.
"You bastard," she whispered intently, dropping to her knees.
"Unzip his pants!" Paul demanded.
Laura reached out, placing one hand on Mark's hip, the other on his full crotch. She was being forced to do this, she reminded herself as she lowered his zipper. Mark stood tensely still in front of her as though he were frozen to the spot.
"Dig his dick out, baby!"
She reached into Mark's jeans and withdrew his warm, super-stiff rod. His boner flipped up like it had a spring in its base and nearly touched his belly. It seemed a lot longer and harder than she remembered.
"Now suck his cock," Paul said, raising the camera.
"Please don't make me do this," Laura protested.
Paul waited and said nothing. His camera remained poised. Laura glanced anxiously from Paul to Mark's upthrust, pounding erection. She desperately wanted to go down on his dick, but not in front of Paul, and definitely not with a camera at the ready to capture her greedy blow job. Her hand closed around his stem and her brain swam as she stared at Mark's enticing cock.
She bent toward his prick and tilted it to point his cockhead at her mouth. She hesitated, trying to work up her courage.
"DO IT!" Paul screamed.
The nearly naked nurse let out an anguished groan which parted her lips. She leaned closer. She felt a tremor course through Mark's cock as he stared down at her hand around his pulsing rod.
Her mouth connected with his stiffened flesh, her lips clamping around the hot knob of his throbbing cock. His dick quivered and a thrill shot through her body, turning her head light with passion.
She sucked, deriving a salty taste from his captured cockhead. His prick felt extremely hard between her pressing lips, and his knob drooled onto her tongue.
Laura's eyes closed as she pushed her encircling fingers down to the base of Mark's rigid shaft to clear the way for her descending mouth. She sucked a little harder before beginning her journey down his towering length.
Sinking to the base of his cock, she pulled back along his firm shank to begin pumping her mouth up and down his youthful manhood.
A flash burst through her closed eyelids as Paul snapped his first photo.
Laura tried to ignore the deplorable situation and concentrated on the more enjoyable aspects of her predicament, her mouth full of hot cock, her body responding to Mark's pretty dick, her thoughts revolving around the lusty pleasure of sucking a firm and pulsating prick. She sucked with increasing fervor.
Paul laughed as he watched her bob her head over Mark's cock. He changed positions and took another picture.
Mark's dick quivered in her wet, warm mouth. He groaned above her, and Laura was seized by a cocksucking frenzy, Paul's orders having relieved her of any responsibility for what she was doing.
She twisted her head, her dark hair whipping about her face, and she pumped her o-shaped lips along Mark's shaft from different angles. She chomped on his spongy bulb, her lips working wonders on his iron-hard and slender shank. Her fingers played around his madly pounding base as she gulped down her gushing saliva, which was heavily laced with the glorious flavor of his juicy dick.
She sent her face flying into his crotch with greater and greater speed. She wanted to eat Mark alive, his cock thrilling her mouth and her throat. She wanted to get at his freckled balls, but she was too overcome with lust to stop and dig them out of his jeans.
Mark's groans deepened, and his dick twitched vigorously between her clasping lips. Laura suddenly grew fearful that he would spill his load, and she clamped her fingers tightly around his thickened base. She slowed the sucking of his tasty dick and tried to prolong her pleasure in spite of Paul's flashing camera.
She quieted the eagerness clawing at her brain and made gentle love to his slender rod. She slowly stroked over his heated girth and playfully slipped his-knob in and out of her narrow throat.
Mark panted above her stimulating mouth, his hips rocking and pumping, his dick swollen and growing hotter by the second. He began to thrust his hips toward her face, and Laura knew his climax would not be stopped.
She nearly gagged when Mark's first spurt of hot cum struck the back of her throat. Shocked by the suddenness of his eruption, she rocked backward, pulling her mouth from his cock. She continued to clutch his twitching rod, however, and it remained pointed at her face. A searing blast of semen hit her nose and she breathed in its musky scent. As cum dribbled down across her parted lips, another jet of blazing cream splattered against her cheek and washed over her chin.
Her tongue raced around her lips to capture the sweet taste of his blasting cream. She finally let go of his quivering dick, and his final shot arced into the air, falling to the floor between them. She squirmed, her tits rocking sensually on her chest, cum burning her flesh.
Paul took several more photos, capturing Mark's cum on her face. Then he put the camera down.
As Mark backed away, Paul stepped forward. He grasped her by the back of the head and pulled her face into his crotch.
His cock stuck out of his pants, and she barely saw the huge, erect organ as he jammed it into her mouth, urging her lips to spread widely as he stuffed her face full of his thick, throbbing meat.
She tried to pull away.
Paul maintained a fierce hold on her head as he spiritedly pumped his big prick in and out between her gliding lips. He fucked her mouth rather than have her suck on his giant erection.
She gurgled and groaned against his mouth-filling cock. Mark's cum continued to dribble down her chin as her throat expanded around the huge girth driving deeply inside her. Her shocked eyes were wide and watery.
Finally, Paul let her go, and his prick sprang free, gleaming with her saliva. Laura tried to scramble to her feet, but he bent over and yanked her legs out from under her, twisting so that she sprawled face-down on the floor. He grabbed her white panties and pulled them off her jiggling buns and down her legs.
He spread her thighs apart and dropped his virile body down between them, boosting her ass into the air.
"Nooooo!" she bawled. "Not that again! Please!"
"Relax," Paul said. "I want your pussy this time."
Paul's eager hands reached into her crotch and pulled on her delicate cunt lips. He opened her slit to the cool air and wasted no time in placing his erection within the parted folds of her pussy.
The startling jab of his penetration was almost as great as when he had buggered her butt. She knew the slight ache in her contracted passage was a result of not having had a cock of this magnitude within it for a long time. Mark's slender dick was no match for Paul's gargantuan girth.
His bulbous knob spread her tender cunt lips wide apart as he bulled between them and stretched the small, clasping mouth of her snatch. He surged deeply into her interior which had only partially prepared itself with lubrication while she was sucking Mark's cock.
"Stop!" she protested as she writhed on the floor, her ass up, her tits smashed against the hard surface. But Paul continued to power his stallion-sized prick in and out of her narrow cunt.
He held her hips to keep her in position as he knelt straight up behind her. The force of his fucking rocked her ass forward and back. Her stockinged legs flexed, his fingers scraping over her garter straps as he rammed into her madly heating cunt.
Mark watched the lusty action and grew another hard-on.
The coach pumped his meaty prick faster and faster through Laura's gripping entrance, the horny ridge of his cockhead sending ripples of excitement up and down her pussy's walls, which were greased but still snug. She moaned as her cheek pressed against the tile floor.
"Take it, you arrogant bitch!" Paul snarled. "So you think you're better than me, huh? How do you like it doggy style?"
Laura hated the position, but loved his huge cock.
Every stroke of his inrushing dick was repugnant to her mind, but wanted by her body. Her fucked pussy responded greedily as she grew accustomed to his stretching size, the nerve ends in her trembling twat thrilling to each thrust of his thick, driving dick. He recklessly banged into the back of her box with his bulging, blunt cockhead, and Laura's orgasm sprang to life.
"Oooooh," she groaned gutturally, and her body shuddered as she took thrust after thrust of his gloriously fucking prick.
Paul laughed above her, his hips rocking slightly. "Damn if you don't love my cock!"
Laura hated to admit that she did indeed love his cock. She loved the way the wide girth of his gliding dick was stretching the tight grip of her hole. She loved the way his rigid length was penetrating deeply into her hot, wet interior. She loved the way his rocking hips were knocking his bulbous knob around between the clinging walls of her cunt.
For all Paul's faults, the man knew how to fuck. He was rapidly stroking into her snatch, but not so fast that she couldn't enjoy the lusty feel of his sturdy shaft ramming into her body. With Paul, Laura didn't even think about trying to extract a slow fuck.
The longer he pounded into her pussy, the more she got into his steady attack. Fully accustomed to the huge size of his dick, she sent her ass back against him to completely impale her stimulated twat.
The only disappointment was his covered crotch. Again, Laura couldn't feel the tickling tingle of his curly hairs against her pumping butt. And she still had no idea how his balls would feel as they flopped between his thighs and slapped against her excited flesh. She didn't even know what they looked like. In fact, she didn't know what his body looked like. The only thing she had ever seen was his mammoth cock sticking out of his open fly.
But her rising climax turned her thoughts back to her pussy. Paul had grabbed her hips to pound her ass against his jeans, his cock poking deeply into her juicy cunt. He held her hips steady, but the power behind his jabs rocked her tits forward and back. Her tender nipples, hard and throbbing, grazed the tiled floor and sent tingling chills through her chest.
She grunted with each of his divinely penetrating thrusts and felt her orgasm burn close to her cock-filled cunt. She keenly felt his cock twitch and quiver inside her pussy, his heavenly knob rippling the walls of her cooze. Wild sensations of heated lust clawed at her cunt as her grasping entrance hugged the heavily veined contours of his gloriously thrusting cock.
Laura was so passionate for his dick that she wanted to turn herself around, get her hand on his madly pulsing shaft, and thrust his mighty meat down her throat. She craved the feel and the taste of his handsome rod, desperately wanted to investigate the intricacies of his gorgeous prick with her lusting tongue.
She wanted to do everything possible with his gigantic erection, but that would have to wait for another time.
Sparkling bursts of sensitive ecstasy began going off in her body, like firecrackers on a string, and she knew she was cumming, in spite of her hatred for the man behind the cock. The devastating explosions captivating her senses grew in intensity until they shook her entire body. She wriggled and lurched around his impaling prick as her bubbling honey blasted into her cunt.
Paul kept fucking through her hot release, his cock pumping like a jackhammer between the flared lips of her pussy. His clothed front repeatedly smacked into her butt and kept her cheeks jiggling and bouncing.
Finally, he draped himself over her back and rode her hot body to the floor, still screwing fiercely into the wet flow of her snatch. For Laura, the whole gym seemed to shake. She feared she would pass out from being fucked through her euphoric release.
As she clung to the ragged fringe of consciousness, Paul lurched inside her and planted his prick deeply into her body, his cock seeming to swell even larger. He pushed himself up from her back, his rod seeming to bury itself even more deeply in her sensitive snatch. Then his turgid rod spurted between her walls, hosing the pit of her pussy with thick, searing cream.
Paul made strange animal noises as his load emptied into her cunt. Her ass jiggled against him, her pussy trembling from the devastating impact of his shooting spunk. Blazing fire radiated throughout her crotch as her cunt greedily accepted his blasting discharge. Burning liquids swirled in her pussy, and Laura truly came close to fainting.
The only movement she felt came from his spraying dick. Locked in position, only Paul's beefy meat twitched and quivered as his knob splattered fiery jizz against the back of her box. Even though she knew he had deposited a huge load of creamy cum into her cunt, it ended far too soon for her greedy pleasure.
Laura remained sprawled on the floor, her legs spread, her eyes shut, her pussy pounding, long moments after Paul withdrew his lengthy prick from her cunt. She might have stayed that way indefinitely, hating him intensely, loving his cock just as intensely, if he hadn't grasped her around the middle and lifted her to her feet. Her legs felt like rubber. She was surprised that they supported her weight as Paul pushed her in front of him and into the shower room.
"You're a mess!" he said arrogantly as he thrust her under the first shower.
He twisted the knobs, standing back, and cool water struck her overheated body. She squealed and shivered, her tits bobbing under the pummeling spray.
She jerked away from the chilling shower only to be shoved back beneath it. Her hair got wet and stringy. Her stockings and garter belt were soaked. And the lukewarm water sent chills racing up and down her shaking body as her tits danced in the wetness.
When Paul let go of her, she lost her footing and slid to the tiled floor, landing on her knees. He laughed and pressed his foot between her shoulders, pushing down so that her ass stuck up to the spray. He watched the water course into the open crack between her cheeks, striking her tingly asshole. The shower pelted her pussy as well, gushing into her slit.
She gasped and gurgled against the water that was streaming over her face. Her tits hung down as if in shame and quivered, her nipples throbbing.
It seemed an eternity before Paul cut the shower off, Laura on her hands and knees, panting.
"Get your clothes on and get out of here," Paul said coldly. "And remember those pictures. I'll be in touch with you, baby."
"May I ... have a ... towel?" she asked dismally, shaking her head as her stringy hair hung down across her face.
"The towels are locked up," he said. He turned and left the locker room.
And Mark was nowhere in sight.
Laura was alone, left to make out as best she could. She dragged herself out of the shower room and used her slip to dry herself off. But it quickly became soaked, and she had to use her panties as well, then her bra. She stripped off her wet stockings and garter belt and had only her uniform to cover her naked flesh. Her body, still somewhat damp, clung to her dress, her rosy nipples and her pubic bush showing through the thin white cloth. Even the crack of her wiggling ass was visible as she hurried shamefully from the locker room, her hair and make-up a fright.
She was thankful that the campus was almost deserted, except for a couple of students who exchanged chuckling remarks as she passed by.
CHAPTER SIX
"Mrs. Koles. Can I talk to you?"
"Mark!" Laura exclaimed, startled by his sudden appearance as she sat alone in a secluded part of the public park. She had just finished lunch and was ready to stretch out in the cool shade.
"Are you upset with me?" the freckle-faced young man asked.
"No, Mark. What happened yesterday wasn't your fault." She patted the grass beside her and smiled. "Sit."
Mark lowered to the ground, eyeing the nurse's long, shapely legs, which were draped on the grass, her print skirt high enough to reveal the dark bands at the tops of her nylons.
"Coach Gregory had no right to do what he did," Mark said.
"He's a prick!" Laura blurted. "Sorry. That's not very lady-like language, but...."
"That's what he is, all right," Mark said in agreement. "He had no business treating you that way."
"Well, that's in the past." Laura glanced around the park. They were alone, and she felt a ticklish excitement scurrying through her crotch. "But what happened between us wasn't so bad, was it? Other than the fact that Paul was there watching it all."
"It was great!" Mark said enthusiastically. "I loved the feel of your mouth on my ... on my ... down there."
Laura's hand settled on Mark's lean thigh, gripping it through his jeans. He was so sweet, so innocent, and apparently modest, since he couldn't say "cock" or "dick" to her face.
He squirmed beneath her gentle touch, but didn't try to get away from her.
Her hand slid up to his lap and discovered his cock was already hard. "You're amazing! Do you go through life with a constant erection?"
"No. Only when I'm near you." He smiled and laid back in the grass.
Laura teased his stiff dick with her playful hand and Mark rocked his hips against her light massage. She looked around the park. It appeared they were still alone.
"God, my pants are getting tight!" Mark exclaimed.
"Oh, you poor thing! I was just having a little fun, not thinking about how I was making you suffer. I bet if I unzipped your pants, your jeans wouldn't be so tight. And if I pulled your hard cock out, I bet they'd get real loose. Wouldn't they?"
"Sure. But here?" Mark questioned.
Laura took another quick look around, confirming that no one was close enough to observe them. She would have to keep checking, but, for the moment, it was just the two of them in the shade of an old oak. And that was why she had come to this park in the first place. It was never crowded, and Laura was looking forward to a little solitude in the fresh air. But her companion was welcome to join her.
She unzipped Mark's jeans and snaked her delicate fingers in through his fly. She had to claw her way into his stretchy briefs, but it was worth the effort when her fingers curled around his painfully bent shaft. Her internal warmth increased, centering between her thighs.
She pulled out Mark's hard-on and it snapped to rigid attention as she held it straight up from his body. His hips rocked pleasurably as her encircling fingers stroked up and down his firm length, his cockhead faintly moist. After a half-dozen slow, rhythmic strokes, his knob swelled appealingly and turned a deeper shade of purple. She moistened her lips and bent closer.
Mark craned his neck up from the grass and watched as her rosy, parted lips approached his standing prick. Her nostrils flared as they picked up the scent of his excited dick.
Cocksucking had never been her ideal form of pleasure, but she couldn't resist Mark's fine and slender hard-on. Especially not now that Paul had forced her to suck it the first time.
She lowered her long, silky lashes as her soft lips touched the end of his perpendicular prick, giving his cock a warm and gentle kiss. A tremor coursed through Mark's body, shaking his hard prick in her grasp. She curled her forefinger and thumb more tightly around the base of his rod and glided her circling lips down until they had captured his cockhead and a goodly portion of his shaft as well. She sucked heatedly, her brain doing lazy cartwheels. Moisture broke from the lips of her pussy, her cunt compressed between her warm thighs.
"Oooooh, Laura ... wowww!" Mark croaked, flopping his head about on the grass. He gazed at the fluttering leaves above him without really seeing them while Laura pumped her mouth up and down his drizzling dong. His greasy lubricating fluids had popped out of his pisshole the moment she had made contact with his cock.
Her lips were soft and slick with saliva, but they clasped his cock snugly as they stroked across the ridge of his cockhead and along his bone-hard shaft. Her tongue gave his knob a velvet caress to spread his pre-cum around his pulsing sloping helmet.
"Ooooh ... wowww ... yessss!" Mark panted.
Laura got up on her knees so she could spread her thighs apart. Her snatch was getting very warm and moist. As she bobbed her head over the recumbent young man, her dark hair showered around his clothed thighs and belly.
Her upthrust ass wiggled in her tightened skirt, showing the lines of her panties that arched across her spread cheeks.
She had forgotten to keep checking to be sure that she and Mark weren't being observed, so engrossed had she become in her sucking of his cock. Not far away, two guys sauntered along a well-trodden path, talking idly.
Suddenly, one of them stopped and pointed. "Check it out, man! Do you see what I see?" he asked his friend.
"Shit yes!" the guy responded. "Isn't that nurse Koles?"
"My God, it is!" the first guy exclaimed. "Look at her suck that guy's dick!"
"Fuck, man," the husky, dark-haired one said, grinning lewdly. "Let's get closer. We can hide behind those bushes and watch."
Laura's senses swirled as she stroked her mouth faster and faster on the stiff dick clasped between her lips. Her soft mouth raced over Mark's quivering and trembling rod, and Mark responded by gently thrusting his hips.
But she suddenly let go of his pounding prick, panting mildly. His springy cock snapped up against his belt and throbbed in the open air. "Oh, God, Mark. I've got to fuck you!" she said lustily. "Yeah!" he rasped. "I want you to!"
Thinking only about his beautiful cock, and the wonderful thrill his erection was going to give her when she clasped his hard-on in her yearning cunt, she flipped her skirt up over her back.
The young men in the bushes stared, their cocks becoming firm erections cramped by snug jeans as they gazed at the nurse's ass in nylon panties. Her full thighs gleamed between her stocking tops and the rounded globes of her butt, which had partially escaped her flimsy briefs.
The view became even more exciting when Laura tugged her panties down, exposing the twin, jiggling loaves of her bottom and the dark, mysterious cleft between her cheeks. She wriggled, pulling her panties out from under her knees and off her legs. She tossed them aside and scrambled on top of Mark's crotch.
"Oh, shit! She's gonna fuck him!" the husky one whispered to his friend.
"She sure is!" the blond guy replied.
"I've gotta take my dick out. It's killing me in my pants!"
"Me, too!"
The two peepers unzipped their flies and pulled out their sturdy hard-ons. Their cocks were considerably fatter than Mark's slender rod, and wispy hairs curled out of their open jeans as they began to pump their thrusting pricks through their gripping fists. They exchanged awkward glances as each stood with his pounding erection in his stroking hand. But their eyes quickly returned to the action which had gotten them aroused.
Laura was totally consumed by the pretty cock that stood up from Mark's fly as he lay on his back. She grasped his rigid meat and lifted it straight up between her open thighs, wiggling her warm, wet pussy over his tapered knob. Mark gasped as she glided down his hard dick. She took her time to give them both the greatest amount of pleasure.
Still, she very shortly sat right down on his crotch, his pounding dick reaching all the way up inside her box. Remaining crotch to crotch, she rotated her hips. She moaned contentedly as the velvet warmth of her cunt swirled stickily around his quivering erection. The agitation in his hips told her she was giving him a tremendous thrill.
And Laura was just as delighted. Nothing made her feel better or more complete than having Mark's darling dick thrust up inside her snatch. She couldn't stay still. Planting her hands firmly in the grass, she greedily bounded over his cock, grinding and pumping, her hips bobbing up and down his heated length, the muscles in her legs flexing as she passionately rode his erection.
"Oh, Mark! God, I love fucking you! You've got the perfect cock for my cunt!" she moaned.
The young men in the bushes heard her every word. The lewd declaration made them all the hotter, and they stroked their stiff pricks feverishly, rapidly jacking off as they stared at her pussy gobbling up Mark's standing stake, her bare ass bouncing in the park.
Laura's body bobbed atop her lover, her breasts jiggling in her bra. With each thrust of Mark's dick up her slippery channel, she got a new burst of excitement. There was nothing like fucking on the grass, she decided, making love in the open air. But that reminded her that they might not be alone, that people may be watching.
She stole a quick glance around the park as she continued to hump her box over Mark's rigid length. She was relieved to find that no one was watching. But she failed to notice that the nearby bushes were shaking.
"Oh, fuck!" one of the spying young men said under his breath. His arm began to jerk his stiff prick faster. "Look at her go! She really likes fucking that guy!"
"Man, you know it!" said the other one, pumping his cock in his flying fist. "She's got a really hot ass!"
"I'd sure like to-" He stopped in mid-sentence, gasping, his climax very near to eruption. Both men fell silent as they stared at the fucking couple, as their hands squeezed and pounded and zealously worked to bring their cum out of their excited cocks.
Laura was experiencing the marvelous rise of a thrilling orgasm as she swirled her snapping, bobbing pussy around Mark's sturdy cock. And Mark was experiencing the same. He jabbed upward into her wet, clasping warmth, his skinny butt thumping against the ground.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Laura grunted as Mark picked up his pace to send his slender rod thrusting through the tight circle of her gripping cunt.
The passion of imminent climax swelled in Laura's groin as she jerked up and down the hot stake between her legs. Her pussy wobbled around Mark's trapped cock, rippling along his twitching hardness. When his dick began to quiver inside her humping cunt, she knew he was close to ejaculation. But her own bubbling juices refused to let her slow her speed to prolong his explosion.
Mark gasped and plunged deeply into her velvety, wet interior. His ass lifted fully off the ground, his hips raised high to bury every inch of his meat between the hugging walls of her stimulating snatch.
Panting rapidly, Mark blissfully got his rocks off. Cum jetted inside her still gliding cunt. The sensuous strokes of her gripping twat drew spurt after spurt through his quivering tube. He felt his burning cream come up from his balls and sear through his blazing shaft.
Holding still, letting Laura's pussy work its magic on his spewing dick, Mark deposited a huge load of fiery spunk in her wonderful cunt. When she had finally received all the warm, wet sperm he had to give, Mark drew on his reserve energy to keep his ass off the ground and his empty dick buried in her twat.
With his cock still stiff inside her cum-filled cunt, she kept grinding her insatiable snatch around his slender girth. The zippered edges of his fly scratched her tender pussy flesh and stimulated her rather than hurt her. Laura thrilled at Mark's considerate nature, his hips held high to allow her pussy to savor every inch of his youthful meat. He had cum and could easily have dropped to the ground to recover from his devastating blast. But he was more thoughtful than that, and somehow kept his dick rigid in her plowing pussy.
"Oooooh!" she finally moaned, then fell into a series of breathy gasps. Her time had arrived. Her orgasm burst forth and exploded, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She pummeled his cockhead with her hot juices and her head fell forward. Her dark hair swirled around her face as she lapsed into the joy of climax.
Her hips barely stroked his rod as her flowing honey zapped her energy. Her arms trembled and threatened to collapse under the extreme ecstasy of her eruption.
The walls of her snatch rippled around his cock as her blazing fluids escaped the tight grip of her entrance and snaked down his shaft.
She wiggled her ass and rocked his cock between the lusty walls of her cunt with the final release of her stimulating discharge. Heavenly exhausted, she fell prone atop him, wrapping him warmly in her arms.
The young men in the bushes had climaxed at nearly the same time as the fucking couple, and held their dripping, softening cocks as they guiltily looked at each other. While they might have felt a certain embarrassment about having dumped their loads in front of each other, they definitely weren't sorry they had jacked off. Each of them hurriedly stuffed his dick back into his pants and zipped up.
Laura suddenly jerked herself erect, reacting to a noise she thought she heard coming from the bushes. She looked in that direction, but couldn't see anything but the tranquility of the park.
She swung a leg over Mark's body and crawled through the grass, her bare bottom wiggling as she went to retrieve her panties. Mark got up on his knees and blinked, packing his softened, damp dick back into his pants.
Laura pulled on her panties, knowing they would be soiled by their combined orgasms as cum still dribbled from her cunt. But she wasn't sorry she had fucked him. He may be far too young by society's standards, but he was all she had. And she had gone through enough with Paul in the past few days to allow herself a little self-indulgence.
The voyeurs in the bushes stayed low and quiet until Laura and Mark had left their spot. Then the husky, dark-haired one turned to his companion and said, "Ken, I'm gonna get that nurse."
"You think you can, Randy?" the blond asked.
"We both can!" Randy replied. "You saw how eager she was to get fucked. And that guy was half her age! She likes 'em young, I'm telling ya. And, Kenny, that's us!"
"Maybe you're right," Ken said, his eyes lighting up. "You know what they say about an older woman. And this one sure looks like she knows how to use her pussy! When are we gonna try?"
"In a day or so. I'll figure out some way to get her."
Mark seemed in a hurry to leave, and Laura bid a rushed good-bye. Her cunt was shamefully sopped, her panties clinging wetly to her hairy slit as she walked to her car. Even the tops of her thighs were damp where they rubbed nakedly together.
She shuddered sensuously, feeling a little like a slut as she drove back to her private room at Mrs. Wilson's. Arriving home, she stopped and stared at a plain white envelope which had been shoved under her door. Her first name was scrawled on the front, together with the notation "personal."
She picked up the envelope and ripped it open. Laura gasped at the three photos held in her hand.
Two of the pictures showed her ardently sucking Mark's stiff cock, and the other was just as shocking. It showed her face, with her eyes shut and her mouth gaping, as Mark's cum dribbled down her nose and across her lips.
There was a note with the pictures which said simply, "I've got lots more where these came from."
The note was unsigned, but a signature wasn't necessary. She sank onto her bed, oblivious to the squishiness of her pussy against the soaked crotch of her briefs. She shut her eyes and burned with rage.
She wondered what more Paul wanted from her, since he had already rammed his monster cock up both her ass and her pussy. She shuffled the pictures and the note together and was about to throw them into her waste basket. Then she realized they might be noticed by Mrs. Wilson. She put the pictures and the note back into the ripped envelope and slid them into her purse. She would burn them later.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Laura! You're wanted on the phone!" Mrs. Wilson called from the stairs.
Relaxing on her bed in her bra and panties, Laura got up and cracked the door to her room. "Do you know who it is?" she asked.
"Some man. Better hurry and get it, dear." Laura slipped into her robe, the swells of her breasts quivering above the rims of her low-cut bra. The only man who might be calling her was Paul. She would have very much liked to leave him hanging on the line, but she didn't dare do that.
She walked downstairs and picked up the phone in the hall. "Hello?"
"Come over to my place," Paul said. "You know where it is?"
"Now, listen!" Laura replied irately. "You can't just order me around any time you feel like it!"
"The hell I can't," Paul said with quiet confidence. "I own you, baby. Or haven't you gotten that through your head? I have an apartment in the rear at 635 Elm."
"What do you want?" she asked coldly.
"You'll find out when you get here. Ten minutes."
Paul hung up.
Laura stared at the telephone receiver which was now only buzzing. And there was a kind of buzzing along her nerves as well, a gathering of tension and hatred.
She hurried upstairs, her robe flapping about her bare legs. She felt she had to hurry, because Paul had given her only ten minutes. He did own her, she realized dismally.
She put on a blouse and skirt, trying not to think about what the arrogant athletic coach might have in mind. Knowing him as she did, however, an immediate explanation suggested itself. He was horny and expected her to service him. There was no pretense of "dating"; he had summoned her as if she were no better than a call girl.
Laura had no trouble finding his place. It was in an old residence which had been converted into apartments. An amber light burned next to a rear door, which opened off the driveway. Laura walked up and rapped on the door.
It opened on a dimly lit room. Paul stood behind the door until she was inside, then revealed himself as he swung the door shut. He stood before her in the nude, stark naked, not a stitch of clothing on his muscular frame.
Laura's eyes lowered instantly to his crotch to discover a relaxed but quite sizable cock sprouting from a thick, dark bush of curly hair. Large balls dangled between his thighs. Staring at his handsome crotch, a touch of color came to her cheeks.
"Couldn't you even show me the courtesy of putting some clothes on!" she said.
"Putting "em on would only mean taking "em off." He winked and swaggered over to a small bar. "What do you want to drink?"
"Nothing from you," she said defiantly. She felt a weakness creep into her body as she gazed at the rounded contours of his heavily haired ass. His butt was full, perhaps a little fleshy, and extremely enticing.
Paul poured himself a shot of Scotch and faced the attractive brunette, his cock and balls swaying with his movement. "You know, this is the first time I've seen you in anything but your nurse's uniform." His narrowed eyes took in the rounded thrust of her breasts in her flowered blouse, and the mature, sensuous curves of her hips in her dark blue skirt.
"And this is the first time I've seen you...." She chose not to complete her sentence as her eyes scanned his arousing body. While she had imagined he would be muscular, she had no idea that he would have such a hairy chest. Soft, brown fur started at his neck and expanded over his well-developed pecs. Small, pale nipples poked through his lush carpet. A thick line dropped straight into his crotch with a slight expansion around his inward navel.
Her eyes couldn't help travelling downward. The explosion of hair in his groin was like a bush in full foliage around the trunk of a mighty tree. And swirling hair covered the insides of his thighs and seemed to tangle with the curly pubes writhing on his massive nuts. His body was so gorgeous that she felt lightheaded and ready to faint. If he wasn't going to fuck her, she was going to fuck him.
With a drink in one hand, his other hand snaked into his crotch to gently rub his lengthy dick. He seemed to enjoy the discomfort his nudity was causing her and played with his cock and his balls to increase her unrest.
"Sit down before you fall down," he said, indicating the sofa.
Laura collapsed onto the couch while he stood and watched her. For a few moments, she kept her bare knees primly together, then. slipped one over the other, creating an appealing display. As much as she hated him, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his beautiful prick. Her pussy sat warmly between her thighs and began to beg for the pleasure of his stroking cock.
Paul strolled to the couch, carrying his drink, his naked dick rocking seductively. He sat beside her, his legs apart, his massively hairy crotch fully exposed to her lusting eyes. Laura didn't look up as he began to talk.
"I've got a track meet coming up," he said abruptly. "I guess you've heard about it."
Laura was surprised that he had opened a conversation with something other than sex. She raised her eyes out of his crotch. "Yes. It's a statewide affair, isn't it?"
"That's right. And it means a lot to me to win. If our small school can beat out the biggies, some important people are going to notice me. That might be my ticket out of this fucking place. The next step up would be a coaching spot in a larger college, then a university. Follow my line of thinking?"
"Yes, I do. You're ambitious. And I must say, that doesn't surprise me."
Paul sipped from his glass. "Ambition is one thing, and having success within my grasp is something else. I don't have a hell of a lot to work with at this school, so I need some help."
"This is all very interesting," Laura said sarcastically, "but I don't see how...."
"I'm coming to that. You're going to give me the help I need."
Laura just stared at him.
He grinned, but there was a devilish glint in his blue eyes. "You're a nurse. My guys could use some steroids."
"Oh, no!" Laura protested. "Besides, I can't write prescriptions."
"I know that, stupid! But, being a nurse, you can get that stuff."
"How?"
"From some doctor, or out of a hospital supply closet."
"Are you insane?" Laura asked, glaring at him. "I don't work for a doctor, or in a hospital."
"But you could. Haven't you ever heard of moonlighting? There must be a hospital in the city that could use a nurse in the evenings. It's only a forty-minute drive."
Laura stood up. "If that's the reason you asked me here, I may as well be leaving right now."
Paul grabbed her by an arm and yanked her back to the sofa so forcefully that her legs flew into the air and her skirt slid up to her lap. The fullness of her upper thighs was exposed.
Laura tugged her skirt down and tried to get up, but Paul leaned across her body, blocking her progress. He set his drink on the end table to free both of his hands.
"That wasn't the only reason I asked you here, baby. Now that that's settled, we can get on to something else."
He gripped her chin in his strong hand and leaned closer. He licked her tightly closed lips.
She squirmed beneath him, trying to avoid his mouth. Concerned as she was about getting away from him, she was even more concerned about what he had said before.
"Paul," she said, pushing away from him, "I won't get you drugs. I can't!"
He let go of her chin and glared deeply into her eyes.
"You'll get that job in a hospital, or in a doctor's office, whatever you can manage, and you'll get me those steroids. Now that's a fucking order!"
"You don't know what you're asking!"
"It's all settled, baby. You'll do it, or your ass gets kicked out of this town, and you won't ever work as a nurse again." Paul grinned quickly. "And after you do what I want, you'll be off the hook. I'll give you all the pictures I've got, including the negatives. That sound fair?"
"I hate you!" Laura said venomously.
"Oh, yeah? We'll see about that, too." Paul stood in front of her, his cock still soft. "Start showing Mr. Happy a good time, baby."
"Just like that? You expect me to dance around your dick like a puppet on a string?"
"That's what you are," he said. "My big-boobed, hot-assed puppet."
He moved closer, his legs straddling hers as his shins pressed against the edge of the couch. His cock dangled deliciously before her.
Laura wanted to grab his gorgeous cock and stuff it between her lips, suck it lusciously into her throat, and bob her head over his meat until it blasted down to her stomach. At the same time, she was totally repulsed by his attitude. But attitude had little to do with the passionate cravings rising in her body.
"Okay, baby, make me hard," he ordered. "Then we'll see how long we can keep it like that, and how many different ways I can put it to you. Interested?"
"No!"
"The fuck you aren't! Baby, your eyes are begging for my dick. You want it so bad you can taste it. And that's just what you're gonna do. Suck my big dick, baby!"
Laura reached out woodenly and lifted the husky weight of his limp dick. She stared at the mauve-colored knob that ballooned atop his prick's supple stem as she struggled with the conflict raging inside her.
"I don't want to!" she whimpered, knowing full well that she really did.
Paul grabbed the back of her head and jerked her face forward and down. Her lips smacked into his soft and meaty cock, spreading across his warm skin.
She closed her eyes. Her mind was filled with disgust while her body was filled with lust. She stuck her tongue out while Paul held her against his slowly swelling cock. He moved slightly. His flaccid prick rubbed across her upper lip and plopped down on her tongue which trembled at the contact.
She licked his rubbery cockhead while angry thoughts troubled her mind. She couldn't possibly do what he had demanded, get the steroids, but how could she help it? He had her totally under his power. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been doing what she was doing right then.
She swirled her tongue around his growing dickhead while she tried to think more clearly. There had to be a way out of her terrible situation.
Perhaps if she treated him very well, if she gave him a great deal of pleasure, he might relent. It seemed un-likely, but what other choice did she have? She pursed her lips around the end of his cock and beat her tongue against his narrow slit. She sucked gently and thought he might like that. He evidently did, for steel came into the shank of his prick, which her fingers circled firmly, and his knob swelled against her soft lips. His cock rose stiffly, and she no longer had to hold it.
She glided her lips over the fullness of his smooth knob and locked them into the groove just behind his flared corona. She continued sucking while tickling his bulging head with her tongue.
"Oooooh, that's good," he growled, his tone almost soft.
"Now get your mouth busy. I like the feel of your lips skidding across the ridge of my head."
Laura bobbed her head over his fattened shaft, feeling distressfully like a whore. But if this would get Paul to withdraw his other demand, it would be well worth a single blow job. Besides, she quickly discovered the pleasures of his tasty rod in this more relaxed environment.
Her pumping, circling lips stroked repeatedly across the ridge of his cock and along his smooth, rock hard shaft. Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the thick column that glided between them. Paul's bulbous knob rubbed against her tongue as she lapped against his cock's sensitive underside. She tasted and swallowed his dick's rich flavor and breathed in his musky scent.
Things were happening in her body which she tried to ignore. Heat gathered in her loins. Her pussy lips became oily. Her blood pumped faster, and her brain became light. It was obvious that there was no way to ignore what his glorious cock was doing to her desires.
She bobbed her head more briskly over Paul's bristling dick and let her passion take over her thoughts. His fleshy torpedo poked deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was taking his blunt knob into the opening of her throat. Her lips became warm and tingly from their abrasive stroking along his shaft, even though the full length of his stem was well-lubricated by her saliva.
Suddenly, Paul pulled back and let his husky prick whip free. Laura stared dreamy-eyed at his impressive hard-on, which slanted out and upward. His erection was huge.
"Get up and take your clothes off," Paul directed.
She rose slowly, her nerves thumping. She looked away from Paul and removed her blouse.
He moved behind her and unhooked her bra. His hands reached around her sides and into the cups of her bra. His fingers wrapped around her full, warm breasts and squeezed gently. His thumbs and forefingers plucked at her thick nipples, twisting slowly and drawing them away from her tender mounds.
Laura caught her reflection in a decorative mirror on the wall. Her dark hair hung loosely against one cheek; her red lips were puffy and slack. She looked as wanton as she felt as Paul slipped her bra away from her tits and down her arms with one hand. He continued to grip her left breast with his other hand. With her bra tossed aside, he placed his right hand around her other boob and squeezed both of her heavy orbs, rolling them sensually against her chest, her stiffening nipples grinding into his palms.
While she continued to stare at her reflection, as if hypnotized, he slid his hands underneath her full tits. He bounced her breasts playfully before gripping them again. His fingers tightened and her nipples jutted forward in throbbing fullness. The mounting heat in her captured tits raced down to her cunt.
Laura shut her eyes, and an unintentional moan escaped her lips as fire raged in her sensitive breasts.
Paul let go of her stimulated mounds and unfastened her skirt. He unceremoniously pulled it down, exposing the snowy briefs that clung to her hips and her butt.
"Don't you wear anything but white panties?" he asked.
"Colors would ... show through ... my uniform," she said, her excitement growing. She bit her lower lip to keep Paul from hearing the lusty desire claiming her voice. She was exceptionally aroused in spite of herself, and that both angered and thrilled her.
Paul dropped to his knees behind her and pulled her silk panties all the way down. The narrow cleft of her ass was deep and enticing. Her plump ass cheeks were perfectly formed.
She lifted her feet in turn as Paul removed her briefs. She stood naked before him and felt more naked than she ever had.
He pinched the cheeks of her bottom, his thumbs sinking into her satiny crack, and then impudently stretched her buns apart. Her exposed sphincter shrank bashfully.
Paul turned her around and stared at the muff of her pussy, the lips of her cuntal cleft scarcely visible beneath a thick blanket of dark hairs. She tried to steel herself as he ran his thumbs through her curling pubes and found the top of her slit. He opened her gash to expose the little shaft of her clit.
"Please...!" she implored. She tried to make it sound like she was begging him to stop when, in actuality, her body was begging him to go faster.
Paul grasped her hands and drew her down to the rug. She landed on her knees, her breasts bobbing on her chest. She tried to sit up, but he pressed her onto her back and swung astride her curvaceous form. His cock stuck up proudly, throbbing in turgid fullness. Clear fluid leaked from his flaring slit and washed back over the mushroom shaped head of his dick.
Laura tried not to look at the awesome weapon wobbling over her prone body, but it exerted such a fearful fascination that she couldn't ignore it. What Paul did with his long, fat cock surprised her. He bent forward and gathered her tits in his hands, laying his thick cock in her cleavage. He wrapped her soft breasts around his rod and stroked forward and back, wiggling her tits in his hands and flicking his thumbs over her erected nipples.
She gasped in ecstasy and her squirming added to Paul's excitement.
As he pumped his prick higher between her tits, he rubbed his giant balls against the underside of her heating breasts. The plum-like head of his cock surged toward her mouth, and Laura raised her head to crane her neck forward. She struck out at his cockhead with her wet tongue. She barely grazed the snout of his thrusting organ.
Her tongue lashed out at the end of his prick again and again as his shaft stroked between her spongy tits. She craned her neck farther and pursed her soft lips, planting a moist kiss on the top of his prick each time it lunged for her mouth.
Suddenly, he let her breasts fall away from his hard column and lunged forward, grinding his rigid prick between her lips. He stoppered her mouth with his meaty plug.
She groaned against the mouthful of throbbing cock she had to suck. She didn't tell him that she was more than willing to go down on his dick.
Paul's body towered over her face, his hips twisting and pumping his erection between her stretched lips, fucking her mouth with intense pleasure. But he pulled out as suddenly as he had thrust himself into her. His cock leaped up like a spring and trailed a strand of her saliva between them. She gasped for breath. Her eyes revealed the searing heat that now infused her body.
Paul backed up and placed his knees between her splayed thighs. His fingers gripped his thick, swollen stem and plowed its meaty head into the wiggly, wet flesh of her pussy. When the helmet of his warrior prick was caught by the little circle of her cunt, he pushed determinedly into her snatch. His entire shaft glided into her wanting box, stretching her cunt's walls around the mighty girth of his planted stalk.
She caught her breath and stared up at him. She was amazed at the soft, contented look on his face. She had fully expected him to be wild-eyed and savage.
He clutched the backs of her thighs, spreading them wide apart and bending them back. He pushed until her knees were on a line with her head. Propping himself up on his toes, his hands harshly digging into her thighs, he vigorously fucked her upturned twat, powering his thick prick through her greased and grasping hole.
Laura panted, thrilling and hurting at the same time, his huge dick delightfully expanding her hole. The pain she felt was coming from her back, because she was bent nearly in two. She wriggled to adjust her position and felt a bit more comfortable.
She flopped her head to and fro on the floor, her dark hair whipping across the carpet as Paul's beefy cock did marvelous things to her pussy. She clenched her fists and beat them against the rug to help her tolerate the extreme pleasure swamping her body.
Her pussy loved the length and the breadth of his cock as it plowed lustily into her depths. The more firmly he stroked through her expanded circle, the greater the sparks that rushed through her crotch. Her entire body was electrified by his pounding dick and she wanted him to fuck her forever.
But Paul pulled his prick out of her grasping cunt, making a sucking sound. He dropped her legs and flopped her onto her belly.
"No!" she begged. "Don't do that again. I don't want you to fuck my butt! Please!"
Paying no attention to her protests, he grasped her hips and boosted them into the air. He played the head of his sturdy rod up and down her ass crack. He stopped his cock at the entrance to her rectum and pushed. Her sphincter adamantly resisted his penetration. Paul released a hardy laugh.
"No, not this time. I want your tight cunt!"
He drove into her pussy again, this time from the back, and shafted her with long, deeply reaching strokes. Each thrust into her craving cunt rubbed her head and chest against the carpet.
Paul's abdomen smacked her upturned ass making her buttocks jiggle wildly. The fleshy sounds combined with the noisy sloshing of his piston in her flooded twat. She alternately gasped and whimpered. Her excitement rose with each of his lengthy strokes until her brain swam in passion. At long last, she had the feel of a man's hairy body pounding against her butt as her pussy was lustily taken. She savored the feel of his tickling crotch against her smooth skin and wiggled her ass in appreciation.
Again, Paul pulled his juicy stick out of her snatch and pressed his wet cock against the shocked dimple of her ass.
"You said you weren't-" Laura began.
"I lied."
Laura only had time to let out a shriek before he ground his blunt cockhead against the resisting pucker surrounding her rear tunnel. He got her star-shaped opening to spread. Her asshole stretched widely and slowly until Paul's mushroom knob popped into her rectum. Then, growling like some wild beast, he sank his turgid prick deeper into her hot ass.
"AA A AW W WWW!" she bawled, writhing around his fast and jarring impalement.
Her expanded asshole fiercely gripped Paul's throbbing cock. The juice which his throbbing erection had brought from her pussy quickly lubricated her rear passage, enabling him to stroke smoothly through her rubbery ring. The fit was superbly tight.
Laura moaned and clawed her red nails into the carpet as Paul fucked her ass, spearing further and further into her bowels with each rushing thrust. Finally, her butt received his entire length slamming repeatedly up her wildly pulsing rear. She knew she was taking every bit he had to give when his balls slapped up against her pussy on each debilitating inward drive.
This was more like what she had expected from the very beginning.
Bursts of white-hot passion radiated through her crotch as she was fucked, her butt bouncing while Paul's huge cock speared between her heating cheeks. She moaned continually as spastic tremors shook her form.
Finally, she began lifting her bottom against Paul's thrusts. Her hips rotated sensuously. Instead of fucking an ass that cringed, he found himself ramming into a swirling sleeve of rippling heat that reached for his every plunge.
"Yes!" Laura hissed between her clenched teeth. "Oooooh, you bastard! Drive that hot log into my butt! Fuck my ass! Give me everything you've got!"
Paul fervently drilled into her slippery, clenching asshole, jiggling her jelly-like buns, making her stuffed rectum throb.
Paul's fuck was a far cry from Mark's gentility, but she found herself enjoying it just as much. Her orgasm rose swiftly now that she had decided to fuck him back. She felt more in control and greedily pounded her butt over his thrusting cock.
Paul dropped his chest to her back, his thick mat of hair dampened by sweat. He kissed the nape of her neck, another loving gesture that came out of nowhere, and Laura loved the hint of tenderness. But that was the only tender thing about his greedy claiming of her ass. His thick stem rapidly plowed between the hugging walls of her rectum and buried itself fully within her excited interior.
His arms curled around her sides and his hands dove into her crotch. His fingers split her slit. He fumbled around her opened gash until one hand found her pulsating clit. He took her firm prong between two fingers and began to twist and stroke her tiny erection.
But the alarming thrill came when his other hand found the opening to her cunt. His middle finger made a mad rush for her wet interior. He pried into her hungry hole and began swiftly stroking her gripping ring. She found herself being ass-fucked, finger-fucked, and stimulated to the point of delirium.
Her ass bucked against his plunging prick with greater fervor now that she raced closer to climax. She gasped and whimpered against the carpet and was not at all sure she could remain conscious with the intense pleasure wracking her body.
Paul's chest slid against her back as he raucously rammed her ass. His breath was hot against her neck and the feel of his hairy torso added even more euphoria to her mounting ecstasy. Her eyes closed and her mind filled with the image of his naked body. It was exactly what she had always wanted, her ideal specimen of manhood now joyously fucking her body. She pushed his personality aside as she concentrated on the muscular and hairy frame so deliciously driving her insane.
She suddenly began to cum around his thrusting finger. She howled as her body shook around her explosive release. Her hips stopped with the first expulsion of her hot lava, but Paul kept charging into her backside. He rocked her ass as mightily as her climax rocked her pussy.
She was so stimulated by all the action that she couldn't distinguish one thrilling event from the other. Her clit blazed between his twisting fingers, her ass blazed around his rapidly stroking piston, and her pussy blazed with spilling liquids. Even her tits felt on fire as they frolicked on her heaving chest.
But she couldn't believe the splendor of Paul's ejaculation when his dick erupted in the middle of her orgasm. His hips jerked and his cock spurted inside her. He poured what felt like a gallon of sizzling, thick fluid into her quaking rear. Wet had never felt wetter as her pussy continued to pour and his cock began to blast.
All action ceased with Paul's eruption. His finger plugged her cunt as his fat stem plugged her ass. Only his exploding dick quivered as they both relished the excitement of climax.
With the last of her orgasm, Laura went limp beneath him, her mind seeming to spiral off into some dark and distant world. He released his final blast into her prone body and collapsed on top of her. She had never before been so thoroughly and euphorically fucked, and made to like it, while hating the man who did it to her. But did she?
Strength slowly returned to her muscles and she could feel Paul's full weight on top of her. His dick remained in her ass although it had softened considerably. She wiggled her bottom and his cock felt remarkably good as it sat idly within her clasping sphincter. As comfortable as it was, she extricated herself and let his dick slip out of her ass.
Paul rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, his hairy body covered with sweat. Laura eyed his physical beauty and was tempted to throw herself on top of him, take him into her yearning arms, and kiss him fervently from top to bottom. But she quickly remembered who this was. She was supposed to hate him, loathe him, despise this blackmailer. But her body still craved his cock.
She knew she had to get away from him instantly. If she didn't make a hasty retreat, she wouldn't be able to resist the lusty desires already growing again in her crotch. Life was playing a cruel trick. Here was the perfect body stretched out naked in front of her, his gorgeous cock ripe for the taking, and it housed a dreadful personality. She hated herself for lusting after such a detestable man.
As she scrambled to her feet, gathered up her clothes, and prepared to leave his apartment, he said, "I want those steroids as soon as you can get "em, so you better find yourself that night job quick."
Laura didn't argue. She knew it wouldn't do the slightest good. She ignored him the best she could as she climbed into her clothes and left.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Your nursing experience is not exactly what we're looking for," Dr. Fitzgerald said, peering over his half-glasses. "Why the hell do you want to work in an emergency hospital?"
Laura squirmed uneasily on a hard chair as his dark eyes drilled into her. His black hair was loose, falling partially over his forehead, and he had a full mustache. He was in his middle to late forties.
"I need some extra money," Laura lied.
"Boy, you'll certainly earn it here! We work hard every night, Mrs. Koles. Accident victims, stabbings, shootings, people beaten severely. This isn't going to be like checking tonsils."
"I know. I can handle it," Laura said, raising her head with an air of confidence.
Dr. Fitzgerald studied her. "I wonder if you can. What it really comes down to is how badly you need the job and how well you and I can work together."
The doctor got up and circled his small desk until he stood next to Laura's chair. He reached down and curled his long fingers around one of her bulging breasts.
She drew in a long, deep breath. She wanted to knock the man's impudent hand away, but she decided not to. He was testing her, though in a rather strange way she thought.
Then she realized what he meant by "how well you and I can work together."
She let him squeeze and fondle her full breast through her dress and her bra.
"Stand up," he said.
Laura stood, her body touching his. He reached around and cupped the firm, resilient cheeks of her ass.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed. Her eyes made plain her displeasure, but she didn't pull away from him.
"I guess you really do want this job," he said, grinning nastily. "Go over and shut the door."
Laura complied, wondering what he intended to do and just how far he would dare go with her.
"I get horny," he explained. "By the time I get home, my wife is getting up for work. And I'm sure you got a glimpse of the head nurse. King Kong with tits!"
"Doctor, I-" Laura stopped herself. If she was going to have sex with him, then there really was no need for words. She faced him tensely, hating Paul for putting her into this situation, and color flooded her cheeks.
The doctor stared at her for a moment, then sighed. "Sure! You want this job, but not badly enough to earn it."
"Yes, I do!" Laura blurted.
"Then ease up! You're as stiff as a cadaver! Give me your ass, and I'll hire you tonight."
Laura had never been propositioned so bluntly, and never by a man she scarcely knew. If she hadn't been backed up against the wall by Paul's threats, she would have told Dr. James P. Fitzgerald exactly what he could do with his filthy mind.
"Well, is it a deal?" he asked. "They're gonna wheel another bleeding body in at any second, and I may be busy for the rest of the night."
"Oh, all right!" Laura snapped, shamefully averting his eyes. The doctor was handsome enough in his own right, but she wished she had met him under different circumstances. She might even have been attracted to him had she met him in a more social atmosphere. As it was, she just wanted to get the whole affair over with.
Fitzgerald grinned. "Come around and sit on my desk."
She found that a rather strange request, but moved around his desk without protest. When the doctor settled into his swivel chair, she perched her ass on the desk in front of him.
"You've got luscious legs," he said, gliding his hands up the outsides of her thighs, dragging her skirt and slip high up her legs. "And stockings! I'm impressed," he complimented, delight evident in his voice. "Most women wear those awful pantyhose. There's no sex appeal in those!"
He spread her knees wide apart and stared at the narrow, snowy crotch of her panties. His eyes raked over the darkness turning her nylon briefs a seductive shade of gray. "Oh, yes!" he sighed. "What a pretty sight."
Laura shut her eyes. "Please ... doctor ... can we just get on with this?"
"Don't deny me a little pleasure," he said, stroking his hands up and down her shapely thighs, on and off the tops of her stockings, and pressing along her garter straps which pressed lightly into her smooth, firm flesh. "This doesn't happen very often, and I want to make it last. The condition of the women I see in the operating room is quite disturbing. You don't know how great it is to get under a woman's dress and find her crotch so firm and curvy and clean."
He bowed his head, inching his chair forward, gliding his hands higher on her thighs. Before planting his face in her crotch, he raised up and said, "If you're going to be working for me, call me Fitz, everyone does."
He lifted one of Laura's legs into the air, rocking her backward so that she had to brace her hands on the desk. He stroked his damp tongue up her inner thigh, slowly from the rim of her stocking to the narrow lace border of her white panties.
She shivered.
"Mmmmmmm!" Fitz moaned. "Curly little black hairs!"
His teeth nipped the pubes that reached silkily out from beneath the leg elastic of her briefs.
Laura sucked in her breath.
He licked along the edge of her panties, his mustache tickling her upraised thigh. He brushed his nose across the soft center strip of her crotch and moistly kissed her other leg at its most sensitive point, very high on her inner thigh.
Laura squirmed sensuously around the loving touch of his bathing tongue.
His hands glided over her hips and up her front to grasp and pull at her rounded breasts.
"Open your dress," he begged, lifting his face out of her crotch.
Laura straightened up, unbuttoned the top of her uniform, slipped it off her shoulders and shimmied it down to the crooks of her arms.
"Ah, very nice!" Fitz said, gazing at her overfilled bra cups. "What a set of tits! You've sure got more than a mouthful!"
"Must you ... be ... be so verbal?" Laura asked. "I'm just uninhibited, I guess," he said as he reached behind her to release her bra. "When I like what I see, I like to say so."
He lifted the cups of her bra up off her melon shaped breasts and smiled broadly. He let his hands do the talking this time as his long, skilled fingers curled as far around Laura's tits as they would reach, took a firm hold, and wobbled her boobs from side to side.
"Oooowwww!" she cried, and shut her eyes again. Her cheeks felt drenched with heat.
The doctor watched intently as he gently rubbed his thumbs across her rosy nipples, causing her prominent buds to swell forward and thicken until they became rubbery stems that bent up and down, snapping back springily each time his thumbs left them.
He pinched her throbbing peaks between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged them toward him. He stretched and pulled until Laura yelped. He let go of her nipples, and her tits jiggled beautifully on her chest.
Even though he seemed strangely fascinated by her wiggling mounds, he quit playing with her breasts and wrapped his arms around both of her thighs. He lifted her legs, spreading them wide apart. Again she had to lean back on her hands. Fitz pressed his face against the center of her panties, his breath hot on her crotch, and kissed her pussy through the thin nylon.
Laura breathed heatedly and her hips gave a spastic jerk. Her inner depths stirred at his teasing of her yearning box. She wanted him to quit toying with her cunt and get down to action.
He laid her legs on his shoulders, which freed his hands. He reached in and drew the stretchy strip of her panties aside. "Oh, yes!" he said with surprising enthusiasm. "Lots of little hairs! I do love hairy twats!"
"Doctor, please! Will you please get on with it!" Laura was becoming impatient. Not only did she want this whole ordeal to be over and done with, she had urges rising in her groin that needed to be satisfied.
He pressed his mouth against her pussy, causing her to gasp. As his tongue wiggled between the soft folds of her craving snatch, sinking deeply into her moist heat, she became more excited. She shoved her hips further forward until her buns perched on the very edge of the desk. Wanting his tongue licking inside her, she tilted her cunt up closer to his mouth.
He licked hungrily into her succulent nest of warm, slippery flesh. His tongue trailed along her gash without stroking her clit or seeking her hole. His face skimmed her silky-haired pussy. And then he tickled her twat with his bushy mustache, which brushed the tip of her clit as he reamed out the hot hole of her cooze.
Now that her entrance had been found, Laura panted above his lusty tongue. It had been a long time since she had had her pussy eaten, neither Paul nor Mark seeming to possess that talent, and she was looking forward to a good tongue-fucking. She parted her legs as far as she could to guarantee deep penetration.
While he licked and sucked her sweet pussy, one hand shot into his lap. He freed his throbbing stalk from his pants and fingered his rock-hard dick.
A rapping sounded at the door.
"Just a minute!" Fitz yelled, raising his head. Then he whispered to Laura, "Quick! Get down on the floor."
He drew her forward without standing up, and she thudded to her knees between his chair and the desk. He pushed her head down into his lap so that it would be out of sight, and her mouth was pressed against his firm prick, causing her lips to yield to his pulsing thickness. He angled his dick and shoved his cockhead between her lips. Ready or not, the glowing bulb of his circumcised erection speared deeply into her mouth and throat.
"Come in, Miss Reynolds," Laura heard him say. She kept herself very still, her mouth full of hot cock, her heart pounding madly with the fear of discovery.
"Doctor Fitz, they just brought in a new patient," the raspy voiced nurse reported. "Weren't you interviewing a new nurse?" she questioned.
"Forget her," Fitz said as Laura gurgled and gasped on his long, throbbing cock. Fitz adjusted himself in the chair to cover her sounds. "If necessary, get some X-rays," he said rather loudly. "I'll be there in a minute."
"But-"
"Do it, Miss Reynolds! For God's sake, woman, must you quibble about everything?"
"Yes, doctor," she said crisply and withdrew from his office, shutting the door behind her.
He pulled her face out of his lap and released his cock from Laura's throat. She lifted away gratefully.
"We've got to hurry," he said. "Your mouth felt so fucking good, I'll settle for a quick blow job. You do suck cock, don't you?"
"Sometimes," Laura admitted, and clasped the bulging head of his dick in her mouth to complete her task and get out of his office. She was glad that she didn't have to take the entire shaft as before, as he sat back and let her do as she wished.
She clasped her lips around his prick and pumped her head over his fat shaft, but not all the way down to his base. She knew she could take his cock into her throat, but she liked to work it in there slowly. She sucked on most of his stick while he reached down and jiggled her titties on his fingertips.
"Shit, that's good," he growled.
Laura sucked harder and faster, wondering what had come over her. She didn't have to act so eager, or enjoy the taste of his dick so much. But then she recalled the necessity to hurry, and that seemed to justify her voracious attack upon the doctor's long, hard cock. Whatever pleasure she extracted from his firm hard-on was simply not her fault.
She sucked on his cock hungrily. She pumped her mouth up and down a few times, then twisted her head. His dick spiralled into her mouth and beyond. His large knob pushed into her throat and the good doctor moaned above her.
She raced along his heating shaft. As Fitz groaned more loudly, she let his prick escape and stick up next to her nose. She kept his climax alive with her gripping fist as she played her tongue along his veined shank. She breathed in the humid scent of his saliva-coated rod. The firm feel of his flesh felt good against her soft tongue, but her caressing action was appropriate only when more time was available.
She worked her mouth up to his cock's flaring crest and re-encompassed his spongy head with her hungry mouth. She swallowed her gushing saliva again and again as she sucked the doctor's cock with long, tongue-lapping strokes.
He squirmed on his chair, his hips jabbing his horny prick upward into her loving mouth. His balls churned with the raging fire of climax.
"Now!" he rasped. "Go faster! Make my dick pop!"
Laura pumped her hot mouth over his cock as rapidly as she could, her tits shaking in and out of his grasp. Her pussy felt like an active volcano between her thighs, and she didn't know what to do about the urges building in her liquid center. But she knew she had to suck the doctor's prick to eruption, and she went at it as if it were the best thing in creation, slurping and sucking noisily.
"AAHHRGH!" he gurgled, his hips surging up from the chair. His hands left her breasts to lock onto the arms of the chair. He pushed up.
He skewered Laura's throat with his cock as the horny column twitched. Keeping himself raised in the air, he madly pumped his cockhead within the gripping sleeve of her throat. While they may have been short jerks, his cock quickly spurted. He pulled back slightly after his initial blast and her tonsils were bathed by his gushing cum.
And with that first blast, he settled a bit, permitting Laura more control. She raised her head slightly and took his second shot onto her tongue. His sizzling cream thrilled her taste buds. She gulped, squeezing his spitting bulb between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. That made him spurt more vigorously, or so it felt. She tasted more of his thick cream, swallowing as much as she could. But the doctor had apparently been saving up for a while. His excess spunk oozed out around his quivering shaft and dribbled down her chin.
Laura sucked and swallowed and licked his dick until she had received his entire load.
"Aaaah, that was wonderful!" he sighed, sinking back into the chair. "You're hired! You can start right away!"
Laura looked up at his contented face and it seemed he was ready to take a nap.
"Shit!" he said, his eyes wide. "I've got to take care of that patient."
He jumped up, yanking his dick from Laura's mouth. He stuffed his softening organ into his pants as he hurried to the door.
Laura remained on her knees for several minutes with her tits hanging out. A dull, vacant throbbing continued to pound between her legs. She realized that her chin was wet, and she swiped at it with her hand. Seeing nothing else to do with the cum she had collected on her fingers, she stuck them into her mouth and sucked them clean.
She stood up on shaky legs.
Since she had been hired, it was time to go to work. She paused only long enough to tuck her breasts back into her bra and hook it behind her. She drew up her dress, buttoned it, and pushed her hair away from her flushed face as she walked to the door.
While Fitzgerald and the head nurse, Nancy Reynolds, worked on the new patient, Laura was assigned to take temperatures in a ward where minor injury cases rested before being sent home.
As she went from bed to bed, shoving thermometers into patients' mouths, she continued to suffer from frustration. Her pussy smoldered damply, throbbing in its need for satisfaction.
She reached the far bed and found a handsome young man. A quick glance at his chart told her he was twenty-five years old and had suffered a badly cut foot, which was heavily bandaged.
With her pussy raging between her legs and a very attractive man stretched out in front of her, Laura had an extremely wicked thought. Her eyes travelled down his covered body and imagined him naked beneath the sheet. She quickly jammed a thermometer in his mouth and left. She chastised herself for even thinking about toying with a man she had never even been introduced to. That was so unlike her, but for some reason, her crotch had begun to control her mind. It seemed no man was safe from her lust, old or young, fat or slim, handsome or ugly; Laura had turned into a woman with only one thing on her mind-SEX!
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, did you get the stuff?" Paul demanded on the phone the next morning.
"Of course not!"
"You were out all evening, baby. I know, I tried to call you several times. You must have gotten the job in the city, right?"
"How do you know I didn't go to a movie?" she snapped back at him.
"Don't be cute!" he snarled.
"All right, I did get a job at a hospital. And I worked until two this morning. I'm tired, and I don't need your crap. I didn't get your steroids."
"Why not?"
"Because it was my first night! And they don't just hand out keys to the drug cabinet like candy."
"Well, there's a way to get it, isn't there? Shake your big tits at a doctor, or wiggle that fine ass of yours!"
"You're so crude!" Laura said.
"Maybe, but you got my meaning, right?"
"I'll try to get your steroids tonight. Now, I have a lot of work to do. Okay?"
Paul hung up without saying good-bye, and Laura was grateful. She propped her elbows on her desk and bent her head forward, resting her face in her hands. She couldn't stop the huge yawn that told her how really tired she was.
She hadn't gotten to bed until after 3 A.M. and was up again at seven. And she had the same thing to look forward to each night until she could get Paul his drugs. If, in fact, she had the nerve to do it. Which was a very big "if' at the moment.
Laura walked over to her couch and laid down to get a little rest. She didn't intend to fall asleep, as someone might come into the office in need of her nursing services.
She squirmed on the sofa, trying to get comfortable. Her rounded breasts quivered in her snug uniform, and her skirt worked its way up her thighs, exposing the tops of her sand-colored hose.
The next thing Laura knew, a hand was vigorously shaking her shoulder. Her eyes popped open, and she blinked at a husky, dark-haired young man.
"What do you want?" she asked groggily.
He was looking at the patches of pale flesh above the tops of her stockings. "I don't feel very well," he said, his eyes on her legs instead of her face.
Following the direction of his gaze, Laura realized that her skirt had worked itself quite high on her thighs while she slept. Blushing, she pulled her uniform back into place and swung her legs around. She sat up.
"What's your name?" she asked to buy a little time as she shuttled slumber from her brain.
"Randy Phillips," he answered, his eyes now peering down the slight opening at the top of her uniform.
She stole a quick glance at her chest and was relieved to find that her breasts remained covered, though she wasn't sure of that from the look on Randy's face.
"So, what seems to be the problem, Randy Phillips?" she asked, getting up from the sofa.
Before he could answer and without a knock on her door, another young man walked into her office. He was about Randy's age, but slim and blond.
"Can I help you?" she asked automatically as she pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen across one cheek.
The young men glanced at each other, and she detected a silent communication between them.
"Yeah," the blond said, "I feel sick to my stomach."
"Well, I can't tend to you both at once. What's your name, young man?"
"Ken," the blond responded.
"Well, Ken, you'll just have to wait outside."
He glanced quickly at Randy, who grinned and moved a bit closer to the nurse. "You can take care of both of us, Mrs. Koles. We're sure of it," Randy said self-assured. "We saw you in the park."
"Yes, I go there quite often."
"Not the way we saw you!" Ken added. "You sure did have fun fucking that guy's dick!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Laura said, knowing exactly what they were talking about.
"Oh, Mark! I love fucking you! You've got the perfect cock for my cunt," Randy said, his voice in falsetto, mimicking Laura.
Laura gasped and her eyes widened as she glanced from one young man to the other. "What ... what do you want from me?" she asked tentatively.
"We just want to have a little fun with you," Randy said, reaching out to cup her right breast with his eager hand.
Ken moved forward and cupped her other full, doughy mound.
She was utterly shocked by their forwardness, their assumption that they could take liberties with her body. She backed up, releasing her breasts from their grip. But they pursued until her butt flattened against the wall.
"Get out of here!" she demanded.
"You won't do that," Randy said with confidence. "If you do, we'll just have to tell on you. Coach Gregory made us promise not to tell the Dean that you were in the men's locker room, but ... silence comes with a price."
"You little bastards," Laura hissed.
"And there's that little business about the pictures," Ken chimed in. "Coach says they're really good."
Laura shut her eyes shamefully. "Please...." she murmured, her moist lips quivering.
"Just be nice to us," Ken said, reaching out for her tit again.
Randy did the same, and Laura found herself pinned against the wall while her breasts were fondled by the guys' demanding hands.
"We can't ... do anything ... here," she said, breathing raggedly, a small fire building in her chest.
"Sure we can! Put the sign on the door and lock it," Randy instructed Ken.
Ken did as he was told, allowing Randy to place both hands on her spongy mounds. He rolled and pressed her supple breasts in Ken's absence, his fingers molding around her ample tits and squeezing gently.
Ken returned quickly. "Let me have some of her tits, too," he whined.
Both young men played on her chest, and Laura knew she didn't dare resist them. Paul had most certainly put them up to this, another of his plots to make sure she got the drugs he wanted. She seethed inside, but that wasn't the only reason for her body's sudden rise in temperature.
Laura felt her nipples harden as the guys manipulated her heating breasts. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were getting her aroused, but her pleasure could not be easily hidden.
"Let's get it over with," she said suddenly.
"That's more like it!" Ken said through a huge smile.
"Yeah. What should we ask her to do first? Suck us off?" Randy asked Ken.
"Yeah, man. That sounds great!"
The guys kept squeezing and rolling her breasts around on her chest, making them throb madly. Unwanted moisture sprang to the lips of her pussy and her eyelashes fluttered as desire grew in her loins.
"If I ... suck ... you off," she said with a little difficulty, "will that be enough?"
"For starters," Randy said with a snicker.
Laura had the notion that if she could bring both guys to climax by licking and sucking their cocks, they might leave without demanding more. She didn't want to get fucked by either one of them, at least not under these circumstances. They were attractive enough, but she hadn't chosen them as sexual partners.
She sank to her knees on the floor in front of them, hating their arrogant attitudes and what they were demanding from her. But her hands didn't reveal her reluctance as she reached toward their distended jeans. It had taken just a feel of her tits through her clothes to bring both of their cocks to erection.
She unzipped their flies and reached in to free their dicks. Her eyes widened as she stared at the two horny cocks she had brought out of their pants. They were about the same in length, but Randy's dick was thicker than Ken's. While neither equalled the length of Mark or Paul, they certainly had nothing to be ashamed of.
Laura leaned closer, her lips parting. The guys looked down at her advancing head, watching her in wordless anticipation, wondering which of them would be the first to receive her open mouth. They both sucked in their breath as she stuck out her wet tongue.
She licked a smooth cockhead and felt it quiver, then turned to the other. She stared at Ken's foreskin which had pulled halfway down his sloping head. Her tongue made a single swipe across his narrow slit.
Her hands molded around each standing erection, and she licked both throbbing cocks in turn. Her head swiveled from one to the other, her tongue waggling between their dicks with passionate urgency.
Laura pursed her lips around the end of Randy's plump cockhead and kissed it wetly. Then she fluttered her tongue against his dewy pisshole.
"Aaaahhh!" Randy groaned, shoving his cock forward. He sank his knob into her mouth. She let it soak in her saliva for just a moment, then sucked, swirling her tongue around the throbbing bulb of man flesh lounging in her mouth.
Ken gazed down with hot eyes and twisted his fingers slowly around the greasy knob of his erection. Laura released Randy's rod with a noisy slurp. Watching her approach, Ken removed his hand. She glided her hot lips over his super-hard shaft, his foreskin pulled fully away from his slippery head. She pumped her lips up and down his rod while she sucked with heated intensity.
His hips writhed around her blow job. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Man, does that ever feel terrific!"
"Give me some more!" Randy demanded, yanking Laura by the hair.
She transferred her mouth from Ken's cock to Randy's. She pumped her head forward and back. Her senses swirled lustily from the sweet taste of the two young cocks and their heavenly scents, plus the stroking of the iron-hard girders caught between her lips. Her tongue worked restlessly, circling around each thrusting dick, lapping against their undersides, flicking against their swollen cockheads.
The guys grew hotter and hotter.
"Suck us both at once!" Ken ordered.
The idea was quite appealing in her advanced state of arousal, but she wasn't sure she could manage it. However, as she held Ken's knob within her mouth, she closed her hand around Randy's thick stem and pulled him closer. His stiff dick collided with that of his friend. Pressing the two pricks together, she opened her mouth wide. Her lips stretched as they crawled over Randy's plump cockhead which was wedged snugly against Ken's flavorful erection.
"She did it!" Randy gasped.
"Yeah, man. Fuck if she didn't!" Ken exclaimed, his eyes bright as he looked down at the two pulsing erections stuffed into her widely spread mouth.
Laura shut her eyes and sucked shamefully, her cheeks billowing around the twin knobs held inside her. She didn't have room in her mouth to move her tongue around the two cockheads, but she lapped against the undersides of their dicks the best she could. Her stretched lips rhythmically compressed around their shafts, her saliva dribbling down to hang from her chin in a gleaming strand. She felt their cocks quiver in turgid excitement and that set their hips to writhing, stretching her lips even more.
With their jiggling activity, she had to let go of the excessive mouthful, and both dicks sprang out to stand tall, wet, and throbbing. Laura wrapped a hand around each pretty dick and began stroking them madly. She leaned in to first one, then the other, lashing out at their swollen, pink knobs with her tongue and taking quick sucks on their twitching dicks.
With both hands pumping, she looked up and found their heads tilted back, their eyes closed, and their mouths open in deep, breathy sighs. Without increasing her speed, she took a firmer grip around their hard shafts. Both heads angled back to stare at their gripped erections, their eyes wide, their mouths still open but silent.
"Oh, fuck!" Randy suddenly blurted. His body tensed as his husky prick spurted.
"SHIIIIIIIT!" Ken cried out, and his cock erupted, too.
Both cocks spit milky, thick fluids into Laura's shocked face, striking her forehead, her nose and her parted lips. She tasted and breathed in the hot scent of their semen, her eyes closing in pleasure. She whimpered and held on tightly to their spraying pricks. She preferred to hold their dicks steady and take their blasts into her face rather than get her hair or clothing soiled.
Their twitching pricks jetted again and again, until Laura's entire face was covered with their thick, wet spunk. Warm cum glided down her nose, her cheeks and her chin. Finally, their cocks stopped shooting and began to soften in her hands. She released her grip.
"Get me ... a ... Kleenex!" she managed to utter.
Randy yanked out a couple of tissues and pressed them into her hand. The guys watched her wipe her face clean. Her eyes opened guiltily.
The guys stood in front of her with their limp dicks flopping out of their flies.
"Satisfied?" she asked, her tone tense and husky.
"I want to fuck her," Ken said, his voice lowered and deviantly sexy.
"Oh, no...." Laura moaned. "Besides, you can't do anything with limp dicks." She reached out to illustrate her point and playfully flipped both of their flaccid and lifeless cocks.
"Just take your clothes off. You'll be surprised how fast we can get hard again," Randy said, his hand moving down to massage his soft meat.
"Right on!" Ken added, already tugging at his limber dick, trying to induce a second erection.
Laura was truly dismayed. She had hoped to appease them with a blow job, but it appeared they still wanted more. Worse than that, her own body cried out for satisfaction. She didn't want them to fuck her, yet her pussy told her that she did.
She got shakily to her feet and began to tug at the buttons on the front of her uniform. She refused to look at their dicks, or any other part of their bodies.
The guys started getting out of their clothes as well, their eyes ogling her body as she stepped out of her dress. She revealed her voluptuous form to their staring eyes, and they seemed awfully agitated as she stood in her bra and slip. She was almost afraid of their reaction when she got herself fully nude.
As she stepped out of her slip, her eyes caressed their bare chests. Randy was heavier and hairier then Ken, both guys nicely muscled just the same. Tossing her slip aside, she noticed that each of their dicks was again on the rise. She stopped to watch them undress.
"Get your bra and panties off!" Randy demanded, stopping to fondle his growing meat. "We want you bare ass naked. Just like we're gonna be!"
Randy resumed his strip as Laura unclasped her bra. She pulled it away from her springy mounds and let the guys get a good look at her naked breasts.
"Wow! They're even bigger than they felt!" Ken commented, the last of his clothing leaving his body, his hands pulling his foreskin below his knob as he stroked his dick into throbbing fullness.
Laura was embarrassed, but hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and stripped them down her legs, exposing her thick bush to their avid gaze. She stepped out of her panties and dropped them to the floor with the rest of her clothes. She was nude except for her stockings and garter belt.
"Nice pussy," Randy complimented. "Keep your stockings on. Man, that's sexy!"
Laura was very ill at ease as she stood with her private parts on full display. Yet a prurient thrill coursed through her flesh as the guys studied her naked body. She resisted covering herself with her hands, knowing they were going to do a lot more than look at her anyway.
"How ... how do you want to do this?" she asked.
"I want it the way you gave it to that guy in the park," Ken said, stretching out on the floor. He wiggled his hips to flop his cock across his abdomen, his balls dropping down between his parting thighs.
Looking at his wide girth and stretching length, Laura never would have known he was uncut by gazing at his pulsing erection. The skin of his dick was taut and smooth and gave no indication of the wrinkly closure covering his head when his cock was soft.
Randy watched as Laura knelt astride his friend.
"I want you to know I'm not pleased by you two," she told Ken as she grabbed his cock and pointed it up toward her hair-fringed gash.
"Right!" Ken said with a chuckle.
Laura lowered her crotch, and her pussy wetly kissed the knob of his turgid tower. He caught his breath as she lowered herself further and, with a smooth, swallowing motion, trapped his entire prick in her cunt.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he husked, grasping the firm cheeks of her ass to hold her snugly against his crotch. His dick throbbed and twitched in her wet, warm cooze.
She leaned forward, angling her pussy to put pressure on her clit. That was where she needed it now that her own shameful desire had become important.
Her breasts dangled above Ken's face, and he moved his hands to her chest, grasping and pulling down on her full, spongy mounds.
"It's milkin' time," he told Randy as he closed his fingers around her stiff nipples. Then he eased his hands around the fullness of her breasts and began to alternately stroke them with squeezing pressure.
Randy had an exciting view of her rounded ass, and his cock stood even taller in his hairy crotch. The view also sparked his curiosity and, as she began to grind her needy snatch around Ken's upthrust rod, he plopped his ass down on Ken's lower legs. His hands reached out to stretch Laura's buns apart.
"Oh, you wouldn't!" she moaned. But even the thought of Randy driving his hard shaft up her ass couldn't stop her from fucking Ken. His cock was marvelously stimulating her mounting orgasm, and to stop know would be the ultimate frustration.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Randy said lasciviously.
He stared at her puckered little asshole which seemed to change shape as she wiggled her cunt around Ken's stabbing prick. Randy moved closer, pointing his torpedo toward the satiny cleft of Laura's enticing ass. His fingers took a firmer grip in her soft flesh and widened the valley of her butt.
When he touched the knob of his hard-on to her tingling sphincter, Laura gasped. But she was so caught up in the sensuous frenzy of her fuck that she couldn't think about Randy's actions. Her asshole didn't even clench with the introduction of his cock as Randy drove his dry dick grindingly into her defenseless rear enhance.
He growled as he felt her tight circle clasp his cock, inch after gliding inch, until he had his entire shaft shoved into her rectum.
"Man, what are you doing back there?" Ken asked. "I can feel your dick inside her. Her snatch just got real fucking tight!"
"I'm fucking her asshole, stupid," Randy proclaimed proudly.
Laura felt decadent and perverted with two lusty cocks sticking into her body at the same time. Her crotch was monstrously impaled, her entire middle stuffed by two thrusting cocks.
Both guys stroked their stiff pricks inside her body, rubbing each other through the thin membrane that separated her two penetrated channels. She gasped and squirmed, slapping her ass against Randy's abdomen, his cock spearing rapidly between her jiggling globes. She could feel his wiry pubes tickle her bottom each time he rammed fully up her hugging tunnel. At the same time, her throbbing cunt writhed around Ken's quivering rod.
The irresistible eroticism of the dual penetration got her highly aroused, and she began to bob wildly between the two men, taking one prick up her snugly gripping asshole while the other gloriously fucked her hot pussy.
"Oooooh! God!" Laura panted. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me cum!" She could hardly believe those words were coming from her mouth. But her body had never been so electrically charged, and she desperately wanted to experience this double fucking in all its possibilities.
Her stimulated body heaved and shuddered and jerked between the two stiff pricks, Randy draped over her back as he spread her tight, rubbery ass, and Ken driving upward into her convulsively clasping cunt.
The guys fucked her furiously, displaying an energetic abandon. Greedily grasping for a climax, Laura squirmed and pumped her hips between them. She gasped and moaned as her entire lower half blazed in the raging fires of ecstasy, their shafts pressed firmly together as they zealously pounded into her sex-crazed body.
Her brain was filled with white light, and she shut her eyes. She tossed her head, her hair whipping about. Her tits ached as Ken's hands tugged and pulled and massaged.
"Fuck her faster, you son of a bitch!" Ken screamed at Randy, who he could see above her shoulder.
"Oh, shut up and keep fucking," he replied. "I can feel your cock driving into her cunt, and I don't need to go any faster to get off!"
Both guys speared and fucked her ruthlessly as her inflamed muscles clutched at their cocks, rippling in spastic bursts. The white light in her brain became brighter, then began to burst in brilliant colors. Fireworks seemed to explode all through her flesh as her hot ass bobbed up and down the steely rod in her butt. Her asshole rippled around Randy's cock like playful fingers, and her pussy actively stroked Ken's charging steed as his hips smashed his knob fully into the back of her trembling box.
Then all hell broke loose. Randy buried his stake in her seething butt and stopped with his cock planted far up her rectum. Ken continued to madly thrust into her pussy, and, apparently, the stroking action on Randy's silenced shaft forced his climax. His dick shot his blazing cream into her bowels.
Laura could feel his hot cum tickle her ass chute, but it couldn't match the luscious feel of Ken's cock madly pumping through the gripping circle of her cunt. With Randy's dick still spraying, Ken's mighty piston geysered into her pussy. His hips locked in the air, his prick locked in place, the two erections throbbing against each other as they flooded her body with burning cum.
Laura writhed around their erupting dicks, their climaxes thrilling her beyond reason. In the midst of her heavenly joy, her lava erupted as never before. Her liquid center opened her flood gates and poured gallons of fiery fluids over Ken's idle cock.
The release of her blazing honey dropped Ken's hips back to the floor. His crotch shook and trembled beneath her devastating flow, his dick twitching in the sumptuous thickness surrounding his pounding shaft.
When her orgasm was finally over, Laura was weak and exhausted.
Randy pulled his meaty cock out of her asshole and stood up, his knees wobbly.
"God damn!" he exclaimed. "That was the greatest!"
Laura found the strength to lift her wet pussy off Ken's impaling but softening cock. She got dizzily to her feet, and Ken propped himself up on his elbows. His blond pubic hairs were wet and matted around the relaxing base of his deflating dick.
"Now are you satisfied?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," Randy said, grinning as one hand played with his limp meat and the other patted her jiggling buns.
"That'll last us for a while," Ken added.
"That will last you forever!" Laura snapped.
"We'll see," Randy said, winking in her direction.
"Come on, Randy, we got what we wanted," Ken said, his tone as soft as his handsome cock.
"Yes, men, you got what you wanted. Now please leave."
Laura turned away and gathered up her clothes. The guys did the same, all three silent as they dressed.
"You can tell Coach Gregory that. ... Never mind. I'll tell him myself," Laura said when she was finally put back together.
"Whatever," Randy said with a shrug of his shoulders.
Both guys smiled as they turned and left the office.
Laura sat at her desk as the guys shut the door behind them. She hated Paul even more, and felt trapped like never before. And at the same time, she had him to thank for the exciting thrill of being fucked by two cocks at once. It was an experience she wouldn't soon forget.
She wondered what other nasty plans Paul had for her body.
CHAPTER TEN
"Thank God, there's a break in the action," Dr. Fitzgerald sighed, stripping his soiled, latex gloves off his hands.
Laura leaned back against the wall, her butt compressing spongily, and she lifted a lock of hair away from her cheek. She was breathing hard, their last emergency a difficult one.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take!" Laura speculated aloud.
"I warned you this wasn't going to be easy," Fitz reminded her. He removed his soiled gown and moved next to her. "I think you should quit, but I don't want you to. You're too good at giving head."
"Doctor! Don't be so crude."
"Oh, that wasn't crude. This is crude," he said, pulling her against him and giving her a warm, open kiss. He put his tongue to good use in her hot mouth, and she felt his cock rise in his pants.
"Remember where we are," she said, pushing him away from her. "Besides, we don't have time to ... do we? No, you have your rounds."
"We'll make time," he said, hustling her off to his private office. He got her inside and shut the door.
"What will Nurse Reynolds think with both of us gone at the same time?" Laura asked, speaking with some difficulty as Fitz rubbed her breasts. Her nipples instantly erected beneath his circling palms.
"I don't give a rat's ass about Nurse Reynolds. Let her find her own cock to suck. If she wasn't such a hard worker, I would have fired her a long time ago.
"Doctor...." Laura began as he unbuttoned the front of her uniform. "Uh ... Fitz...."
"Yes?" He slipped his hands under the edges of her dress and massaged her tits in their confining cups.
"Uh ... when do I get a key to the drug cabinet?" Fitz pulled his hands out from under her uniform and fixed her with a penetrating gaze. "Are you a user?"
"God no!" she blurted. "What makes you think that?"
"Why else would you want the key?"
"Well, in case Nurse Reynolds is busy and I have to administer pain killers in a hurry."
"Then you ask me to open the cabinet for you." He continued to study her suspiciously.
She felt she had to quickly divert his thoughts. "Are we, uh, going to have sex or not?" she questioned, slinking into his arms.
"You're pretty eager all of a sudden. Why the change of heart?"
"Oh, for God's sake!" Laura snapped, pulling out of his arms and turning her back to him. Her quick move set her butt jiggling within the tight fit of her skirt.
Fitz moved up behind her and slipped his hands around her chest to once again fondle her ripe melons. As he squeezed and rolled her resilient mounds, he whispered into her ear, "If you need a shot of something, I can fix you up." Laura instantly realized that in her eager way, she had bungled her attempt to get at the drugs. Fitz thought she was an addict and would be watching her like a hawk. And if she did succeed in stealing steroids, or if anything else happened to be unaccounted for, she'd be the first person he'd come to.
She turned back to face him. "I'm not a drug addict! I really, really don't use drugs! But I ... oh, shit! What's the use!"
"Level with me, Laura. It's okay."
"I'm being blackmailed," she blurted. "The athletic coach demanded that I get him steroids for his students."
She felt relieved to let the truth out.
"So that's why you got this job."
"Yes," Laura admitted, averting his eyes. "What's this guy got on you?"
"It's ... it's too awful to tell," she said, still looking away.
"Did you kill somebody?"
"No, of course not! It has to do with, uh, sex."
"Is that all? So he caught you fucking another teacher on some desktop. Big deal!"
"It wasn't quite like that," Laura confessed. "He caught me in the men's locker room and took pictures of me sucking a student's cock."
"Holy shit!" Fitz said, then chuckled afterward.
"It isn't funny. This is serious. He could get me fired and keep me from ever working again!" She didn't know why she was telling him all this, except for the fact that he had backed her into a corner. And did seem sympathetic. Plus, she had to tell someone, her secret shame driving her crazy.
"Giving steroids to athletes is pretty risky," he said.
"They could permanently injure themselves or even die if they aren't administered correctly. Then you and your coach would both get your asses thrown into jail."
"I know," Laura lamented, close to tears. "Believe me, I don't want to do it. I've never done anything illegal before."
"And you aren't going to now," Fitz said, pulling her into him, gently massaging her rear. "Christ, you've got me horny! Let's fuck first and figure this out later."
"Figure what out later?" she questioned as he lifted up her skirt.
"Figure out some way to get you off the hook and maybe nail this bastard at the same time." He started pulling her panties down, then stopped. "The guy you sucked, he was legal wasn't he?"
"Yes, of course he was! I work at a college, for God's sake."
"Sorry. Just had to ask."
He pulled Laura's panties the rest of the way down, kneeling in front of her to remove them. He lifted her skirt and ducked his head under her dress.
"Oooooh!" she exclaimed when his mouth smacked against her warm cunt.
His tongue plowed into her furry gash, her curly hairs tickling his mouth and his nose. The bristly brush of his mustache stimulated her clit into thumping erection, and he flicked his tongue against the end of her rubbery prong.
"Oooooh! Yes! I like that! Let me lie down," she panted, wavering on wobbly legs.
Fitz backed out from beneath her dress and guided her to the couch in his office. He helped her out of her uniform and her slip before easing her down onto the vinyl. The cold surface shocked her bottom.
"Ow, that's cold!" she said, squirming.
"Don't worry, I'll warm you up!" he replied, kneeling beside the couch.
He began by licking Laura's firm, shapely thighs. His tongue swabbed across her exposed flesh and glided underneath the tops of her nylons. Then he angled up her inner thigh, grabbing her near leg and hoisting it up to his shoulder.
He bent toward her closed pussy and licked its soft, warm slit. He slowly breathed in her sweet scent and lustily enjoyed the tangy taste of her snatch.
"What a delicious cunt!" he said, his lips tickling her cunt lips as he spoke.
"And you've got a delicious cock," she complimented. "Let me taste it again."
Fitz gave her cunt a last swirling caress with his penetrating tongue, then stood up to lower his pants and shorts. He bared his crotch, his dick springing up to stand in quivering and turgid fullness.
Laura reached out and grabbed his sturdy shaft, her cool fingers curling around his erection to grip it tightly. She pulled his boner closer to her face.
He planted one knee against the edge of the sofa and spread his crotch above her head, supporting himself on the back of the couch. Laura tilted his stiff dick down to her waiting lips.
She amazed herself at the eagerness with which she went after his cock. After all, she hardly knew him! But she decided she wanted to suck his dick so badly because he was going to help her. Giving him a blow job was a sort of payment. With his flared knob captured between her lips, she began to suck on his long, rigid dick.
His cock bore down and into her wet mouth with twisting, gliding strokes as her lips worked lovingly over his steely rod. Her head rose and fell rhythmically against his thrusting motions. Her lips clasped his shaft warmly as they skidded up and down his greasy pole. Her tongue cradled his throbbing cockhead, but lost hold of it as he pushed deeper into her mouth with every thrust. Finally, his fattened length was fucking her throat.
Laura almost giggled as she thought of herself as a sword swallower. She took his deep plunges without gagging, her throat flaring to admit his large knob, and then lovingly caressed it as it withdrew. She brought her hands into his crotch to play with the doctor's hairy balls as they plopped against her chin.
Her pussy sizzled beneath her, her interior hot and ready for his cock. While she was truly enjoying his flavorful dick, her body writhed in wanton need, causing her aroused cunt lips to rub against each other.
Finally, Fitz pulled his stiff, wet cock out of her mouth, and it swung enticingly above her face. Both his firm rod and his dangling balls were covered with her saliva.
"Fuck me, Fitz! I'm ready for you," she said dreamily.
He climbed on top of her, but held his hips back while he unhooked and removed her bra. He rubbed her rounded, lush breasts with their very firm nipples. He caught her risen peaks between his fingers and rolled them gently, pinching just hard enough to make her bite her lips.
Grabbing his lubricated prick, he lined it up with the fleshy gash between her trembling thighs. He nosed his reddened cockhead into her softness, finding her as wet as any woman he had ever entered, but more snug than most. He slowly slipped his eager erection all the way into her chewing box.
Once his entire length was covered by her cunt, he began to stroke his dick in and out of her clasping entrance, rippling her pussy's walls with the wide ridge of his tingling helmet. Laura could feel his veins as well, backed by the bone-like hardness of his staunch erection.
It felt wonderful to have an older man in her arms, a man with experience, a man who didn't believe speed was the essence of sex. She raised her ass up to meet each of his expertly deep penetrations. His wiry bush ground into her pussy, the hairs on his balls nicely tickling her butt. Each of his long, gliding strokes rubbed the tip of her clit delightfully, sending new sensations to her already stimulated brain.
"Oooooh, doctor!" she purred. "Yes! Take it slow. Make love to my pussy with your big cock!"
"What a treasure!" Fitz said as he slowly yet powerfully pumped inside her box. "It's clasping my cock like a fist! I love a tight pussy, and you've got a really tight one!"
His words increased her desire, and she worked her deep inner muscles around his probing dick. She tried to suck his cock with her cunt as pleasurably as she could do with her mouth. She squirmed all around his thrusting stake, and her actions met with an unanticipated response.
Fitz leaned over to passionately kiss her lips, his cock thrusting into her pussy a little more fervently, his hips rocking slightly to bang his head around her twat. He was becoming excited, but not so much that he couldn't take the time to show her a little affection. His kisses were deep and filled with emotion, something she hadn't experienced in a very long time.
When Fitz released her mouth, he pumped his prick harder into the yearning recesses of her blazing cunt. He made sure his entire length was buried in her pussy before pulling his knob back to her gripping circle. Each thrust tickled her orgasm and made it slide nearer and nearer to his stroking piston.
She was quite surprised at the speed at which she attained her climax. She was just getting into the rocking rhythm of his loving fuck when her pussy erupted. Her fluids flowed over his poking shaft and her tits wiggled on her chest as she quivered around her spilling discharge. But because it had happened so quickly, she didn't have a lot to spray over his charging dick.
That didn't seem to bother Fitz as his hips pumped faster, his cock reaching far into her wet interior. He straightened above her to really thrill her cunt, his balls bouncing against her ass with the quickness of his jabs.
Then he suddenly yanked his dick out of her cunt, his hand locked firmly around his expanded base.
He moved up to angle his crotch over her face, his cockhead pushed down toward her mouth, his balls splitting on each side of her chin. Her lips parted instantly, his cock plowing straight into her mouth. He shoved until his entire length was planted between her cheeks, his throbbing cockhead inching down her throat.
He released his hand and released his load. Searing semen blasted down her tunnel, and she gurgled around the hot cum spraying out of his rippling shaft.
Fitz fucked her throat the whole time his cock was blasting its thick load. His hips jerked and jostled as his climax forced him to grunt and groan. Laura realized that this was a man who truly enjoyed his orgasms, and she tried to make it better.
She swallowed quickly and was disappointed that she couldn't capture his tasty cream on her wanting tongue. She tried to jerk her head forward and back to stroke his spitting rod, but the arm of the sofa prevented her movement.
With his final shot, Fitz slipped his head into her mouth, then out. She barely got a good lick at his escaping cockhead.
She reached out to stuff his prick back between her lips, but he stopped her.
"Sorry. I can't let you do that. My cock gets too sensitive to be played with after I cum."
"Too bad. We'll have to work on that problem, doctor."
"Perhaps, but we have another problem to work on at the moment," he said, getting up from the sofa and pulling his shorts up to cover his crotch. "We have a drug problem to solve, and I think I have an answer. Get dressed, and we'll talk about it."
Laura pulled herself back together, her pussy pulsing warmly between her thighs. She joined Fitz at his desk as he began to outline his plan.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Paul, I have what you asked for," Laura said into the phone.
"Great! Bring it over."
"Are you crazy? I don't have the stuff here at school. Meet me out by Freedom Lake at lunch. I'll wait for you by the public boat landing."
"I don't know why you're being so jittery about this," Paul said with a slight irritation in his voice. "But okay."
"And bring the pictures," Laura added quickly.
"Sure. Guess I won't need them any longer. See you at high noon, baby."
Laura nervously hung up the phone. She took a deep breath, her tits rising to press her nipples firmly against her hugging bra. She had the package he wanted in her car, and she was so nervous about having them even that close to her office that she left for the lake.
She drove to their meeting place and parked under the trees. No one was around as she knew there wouldn't be on a weekday. The danger surrounding what she was doing made her tense. But she looked forward to the relief of getting the pictures back from Paul. And if all went according to plan, she would be rid of him for good.
She waited in her car, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Right at noon, Paul's sports car roared down the road and pulled up behind her. He got out and walked up next to her car.
"Where's the stuff?" he asked.
"Where are the pictures?" Laura countered.
"I've got "em," he said, patting the breast pocket of his jacket.
"I want to see them."
"Oh, one look not enough, huh?" Paul withdrew a plain envelope and held it out of Laura's reach. He fanned out a dozen or so photos and a sleeve of negatives.
"All right," she said, closing her eyes against the images of her and Mark in a very compromising position. She felt underneath the seat and brought out a small cardboard box devoid of any markings.
Paul snatched the package from her hands.
"The pictures," she said calmly, sending her hand out in his direction.
"In a minute," Paul said, opening the box. "I want to make sure I'm getting what I asked for."
Oh, you're getting what you asked for all right, Laura thought to herself.
"Well?" she questioned after he had plenty of time to see that his package contained his precious steroids.
"Okay. Okay!" Paul said, obviously annoyed with her.
"Thanks, baby. See ya!"
He saluted, turned, and walked back to his car.
"Now wait just a god damn minute!" Laura screamed after him. She jumped out of her car and raced toward him. "You promised me those pictures!"
"I lied. I might need you to do this again."
She caught up with him as he was opening his door, and she reached for his pocket. He spun around, pushed her away, and tossed the package into his car. Laura lunged at him, her fingernails aiming for his face.
"So, you wanna play rough?" he snarled. He grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down to her sides. He walked her backwards toward her car.
Evil flashed in his blue eyes, and he backed her up faster and faster until she stumbled. He let go of her as she fell on the ground. Her legs flew into the air and her skirt hiked up around her waist to expose her thighs and her pussy.
"You bastard!" she hissed, pulling her dress below her crotch.
"It's a little late for that, baby. I've seen your pussy naked, remember?"
She remembered very well.
Paul lunged at her, and she tried to scoot away.
He landed on top of her, his hands hooking the top of her dress and pulling firmly. Buttons popped as he bared her chest.
"How "bout once more for old time's sake?" Paul asked, staring at her half-naked breasts. His face nuzzled into her cleavage, and he didn't wait for her response.
She fought against his advance, but he was much stronger than her. He rolled her onto her belly, then stripped her loose dress down her back. He finally had it completely off of her.
Laura scrambled along the ground on all fours, but Paul was right after her. He grabbed her slip and pulled it down her thighs. His strong hand pushed her flat against the grass and he easily yanked the slip off her legs. He went for her panties.
As angry as she was, she knew she couldn't better him.
She raised her hips and let him expose her cunt to the crisp, lake air. She decided that cooperating with him would have the affair ended a great deal sooner. As he pulled her nylon panties off her feet, she reached around, unhooked her bra, and removed it from her heaving breasts. She rolled onto her back and laid naked before him.
"Ah, that's much better, baby. I knew you'd give in to my big cock."
She hated his arrogance, she hated the hold he had on her, but she did love his cock. The thin line between love and hate was never more evident then at this moment.
He stared at her fur-lined slit and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy opened to him, her coral gash inviting beneath its lush bush of dark curls. He dug in his pants until he had his throbbing erection pulled out of his fly.
She had seen him like this before, but this time he also fumbled around until his balls flopped through the opening in his pants as well.
She stared at his huge dick and big balls as he lowered down on top of her. He snuggled his crotch against hers, the blunt end of his cock slipping into her crack. His hands pinned her arms to the ground as his cockhead found the circular opening to her interior.
She drew in her breath as she felt his knob thrust inside her cunt. Her inner channel was hardly moistened at all as he stabbed his way deeper into her body.
She whined as his flaring knob forced her pussy's walls to expand around his inrushing girth. He twisted his hips to help his penetration, grinding his thickness deeper and deeper into her snatch. He finally planted his full length within her thumping cunt.
"Oooooh," she moaned, his dry entrance one of the least enjoyable on record.
Without waiting for lubrication from either her pussy or his cock, he began stroking through her rubbing hole. His prick tugged at the tender flesh of her twat as he withdrew from her tightly gripping circle and pressed her flesh inside her cunt with each inward drive.
Slowly, very slowly, Laura felt his thrusts get smoother as both of their bodies began to oil their coupling. With less force required just to fuck, his hips picked up speed.
He rapidly powered into her pussy again and again.
Laura's head flopped from side to side as his merciless cock pressed her ass against the ground with each of his fuck jabs. Her legs kicked involuntarily, and her tits wobbled on her chest. His speed was only slightly arousing, and Laura wished she were back in the arms of her doctor.
After a few more strokes, her pussy had stretched and greased as much as it was going to. His fuck became a little more pleasant, and Laura actually liked the feel of his massive nuts beating against her butt in every far reaching thrust.
The broad head of his cock rippled up and down her hugging walls, but her hatred for the man kept her orgasm from growing. It was there, but it wasn't hard to squelch. Especially since she just laid there and let him have his way with her body. She did not intend to fuck him back.
Even though she didn't do anything but lay beneath him, Paul was obviously approaching eruption. His head was raised to the sky, his arms were locked to keep his body angled away from her chest, to keep his cock reaching deeply into her moist and hugging snatch, and his hips were beginning to wobble from side to side as much as they were rocking forward and back.
His big prick was touching every part of her pussy, but she still didn't feel the need to climax. She had never before believed that sex was as much mental as it was physical. Paul was making a point without knowing it.
His charging steed was plunging and rearing rapidly in and out of her expanded hole and his eyes squeezed tightly closed. He groaned and grunted and snorted like the pig he was.
His thick column lunged fully to the back of her box and spurted its hot cream over her cervix. Unlike before, he continued to grind his dick inside her as his blazing helmet gushed out his thick liquids. She was surprised that that sparked a little life into her orgasm.
She raised up slightly from the ground and her body shuddered. She was dreadfully afraid that she would cum in spite of herself. But Paul took care of that for her.
He stopped stroking through her entrance with the last blast from his stabbing stake. He slipped his cockhead back to her hole, stopped for one last dribble from his dying dick, then popped out of her pussy. She didn't climax and any such feelings quickly retreated into her depths.
Paul stood, stuffed his dick and his balls back into his pants, and was finished with her. Looking down at her splayed body, he said, "You're a mess! You'd better hurry and get cleaned up. You've got students to attend to." He laughed heartily and turned away.
"Can I have the pictures?" she pleaded.
"No way, baby," he said over his shoulder. He climbed into his car and sped away.
She gathered her clothes dejectedly. She had accomplished one goal, but not the other. She had delivered the package as she and Fitz had planned, but the pictures remained in Paul's possession. Even if Fitz could pull off his half of the plot, she wondered if it would do any good.
She brushed the dirt off her body and her clothes the best she could and returned to school. To wait.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was all Laura could do to force herself to remain in her office. From her window, she couldn't see the visitor parking lot and had no idea if Fitz had arrived. A few students came in to see her, and she quickly took care of their needs. She paced her office, her insides churning with worry.
Late in the day, her telephone rang. She snatched up the receiver. "Yes?"
"It worked," Fitz said.
"Thank God! He's leaving then?" she asked hopefully.
"Not leaving. He's gone! You should have seen his face when I walked in and said, "I'm Dr. Fitzgerald with the State Health Department, and I'm here for a hygiene inspection.' I showed him my medical association ID, and he fell for it."
"He didn't question you at all?" Laura asked.
"I think he was too surprised. Since I was in his office, I told him I'd start there. Laura, this man doesn't have a lot of smarts. I went straight to his locker, and our package was right there on r the shelf. He was real nervous as I opened it, and took out the steroids. You really should have been there when I kept digging through the box and brought out the syringes and hard stuff we had packed underneath. His look was priceless!"
Laura allowed herself to laugh as she imagined the panic on Paul's face. "Then what happened?" she asked, dropping into the chair behind her desk, her nerves settling down.
"That was the hard part. Somehow, I had to convince him that I wouldn't send him to jail if he resigned and got out of town. I babbled on about avoiding a scandal, and the school's reputation, and the damage it would do to the athletic program. Well, I really laid it on thick. He finally scribbled out a letter of resignation, walked it right over to the Dean's office, and I followed him back to his apartment. He had packed his bags and was on the road within the hour. I've got the drugs, so you and I are in the clear, Laura."
"You're wonderful!" Laura said with euphoria claiming her body. Then her mood suddenly changed. "What about the pictures? He wouldn't give them to me when I gave him the package."
"Then he still has them. But don't worry about that. He won't be bothering you ever again. He's too scared."
"Oh, Fitz, I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you enough," Laura said.
"No need. I'm glad I could help." There was a slight pause on the line. "I guess this means you'll be quitting your job at the hospital."
"Well...."
"Of course, you will. You've got a cushy little job here, and now that Coach Gregory is gone, you can go back to your comfortable existence. This is a lot nicer than working nights in the middle of a lot of pain and suffering."
Laura didn't know what to say. She felt guilty. He had helped her out of a sticky situation and she was repaying him by quitting.
"Well, take care of yourself, Laura. Can I call you some time?"
"Yes, of course! I hope you do. And, Fitz, thank you again."
He hung up the phone.
Laura was ecstatic and sad at the same time. For the rest of the afternoon, on the ride home, and sitting alone in her room, Laura did a lot of thinking. Several young men had seen her in the locker room, and there really wasn't anything to keep them from talking. Fitz had been awfully kind to do what he did. And if she stayed at the school, she would be constantly reminded of Paul and the things he had made her do.
She drove into the city, to the hospital, and walked into the emergency room.
Fitz looked up from the patient he was attending, stared at her for a second, then smiled.
"Don't just stand there," he said. "Wash up and help me with this patient."
"Can't Nurse Reynolds do that?" she asked hesitantly. "I'd like to talk to you."
"I guess so." He looked over at Nurse Reynolds who was busy gathering up soiled linens. "I need you to bandage this patient, Nurse Reynolds," he said.
She gave Laura a strange look as she responded to his orders. Fitz and Laura went to his office, and he shut the door behind them.
"I'm very surprised to see you," Fitz said, standing in the center of his office.
"I'm a little surprised to be here," Laura began, then corrected herself. "No, I'm not. I couldn't abandon you after what you did for me. That wouldn't be right."
"Is that the only reason you're here? Because you feel obligated and guilty?"
"No, not really." She gazed into his penetrating, dark eyes. "I need someone, someone with a little maturity. Someone who wants me and not just my pussy. I mean, that's okay, too, but ... I mean, I like sex ... but I want ... I mean, there's more...."
Fitz moved closer and wrapped his arms around her body. "You're not making a lot of sense, but that's all right. You're confused right now, and that's understandable. You've been through a lot. Well, you've come to the right place. I think you're looking for love, but all you've found is sex. Well, I can't make any promises above love...."
Laura released a happy little yelp and planted her mouth on his to silence him. She decided now was not the time for talking. They were down on the sofa in very short order.
His ardent tongue slipped out of her mouth and his face lowered down her body. His head stopped in her crotch, her skirt lifted, her panties gliding down her thighs. He licked along the edges of her slit and thrilled her down to her liquid center.
He turned himself around to place his crotch above her face. Her hands were instantly digging in his pants to release his handsome cock. But she also went after his balls. When she had his equipment dangling above her mouth, she raised up to place her lips on his soft cockhead. The moment she began to kiss his hot knob, his shaft swelled in her gripping hand.
She sucked along his tasty dick, her circling lips crawly warmly up his shaft as it thickened and gliding down again. At the same time, Fitz sucked on her hardened clit and fluttered his tongue within the palpitating entrance to her heating snatch.
Fitz pumped his hips, stroking his erection between her slippery lips as his balls straddled her nose. His hands clutched at her fleshy buns as he eagerly ate out her cunt.
Both of their bodies throbbed as they lustily sixty-nined. Laura breathed in heavily to capture the musky fragrance of his crotch, his balls rolling around her face as she greedily pumped her mouth over his fully hardened prick.
The curly hairs on his oval rocks tickled her skin, and she almost laughed around his diving dick.
His expert tongue had her pussy hot and craving, her hips slowly stroking against his active probes. She wasn't at all surprised when he pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned himself around. She welcomed the new position, her cunt more than ready to accept his thrusting organ.
His cockhead spread the petals of her yearning pussy and delicately touched her pouting hole. He buried his shaft in her accepting cunt in a long, slow drive and didn't stop until his balls caressed her ass. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he stirred his giant stick in her honey pot, then started to stroke through her clasping entrance.
Laura's hips matched his rhythm, and they pumped together. Each thrust of his slick dick drove her warm butt into the vinyl cushion, and Laura wished she had something firmer beneath her bottom to help place his cockhead even more deeply inside her. But his penetration was deep enough to marvelously send sparks into her sleeping orgasm.
As her climax began to churn in her depths, she pumped her hips a little faster and clamped her legs around the good doctor's ass to pull him more firmly against her. The bulging knob of his stroking piston surged more deeply into her cunt, and her walls hugged his pulsing prick more snugly.
She felt the flared ridge of his dick glide within her clasping cunt, and tingles raced through her crotch.
"Faster, darling," Laura said, the term of endearment quite unexpected. "Make my pussy cum for you."
"Your wish is my command," Fitz said, his hips raising higher and lower faster.
He drove his hard cock in and out of her snatch at accelerating speed until she began to gasp and pant around his ramming pace. Her heels drummed on his bouncing butt, and she could feel the mass of his plowing prick exciting her rising orgasm.
Laura moaned around his galloping steed and felt her nipples harden within her pressing bra cups. Her torso rocked on the sofa to wobble her tits, to gently move her sensitive peaks against the soft fabric stimulating them into arousal. She wanted Fitz to set them free, to close his lips around her throbbing nipples, but his head sat next to hers, his mouth panting and gasping his pleasure. She didn't offer any suggestions lest the change alter the glorious speed of his stabbing prick. And that was the last thing she wanted to do.
Pressing more firmly against her body, Fitz smashed her tits against his heaving chest and only his hips moved as he fervently fucked her pussy. His speed was tremendously stimulating, and Laura worked the muscles of her cunt around his jabbing rod.
She felt so free, so uninhibited, and she turned her head to send her tongue lapping against his ear. She licked the outer ridges then shoved inside, her passion mounting, her lust overtaking her senses.
Suddenly, Fitz slowed. He barely shoved his cock through her gripping entrance. The abrupt alteration in his pace was a shock to her system. Her orgasm continued to churn and boil inside her, but gone was the hurtling urgency that would make it blast.
"What's ... wrong?" she gasped.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Fitz forced out between his clenched teeth. "I'm ... I'm ready ... to cum ... and I ... don't ... want ... to!"
She stroked the back of his head and eased the pressure on her clutching legs. But the fury behind her climax didn't ease in the slightest. He had brought her too close to the edge of eruption for the storm inside her to quiet.
And Fitz apparently had the same problem. Even pumping as slowly as he was, his wide shaft quivered and shook within the snug grip of her cunt's clasping hole. He finally stopped all movement and slipped his throbbing cock back to her hugging entrance. With only his knob occupying her pussy, fiery cum shot out of his shaft to bombard the back of her box.
Laura squealed around the pounding impact of his hard-hitting spunk. His thick cream beat mightily against her tender, sensitive flesh, and her entire snatch quaked around his firing rifle.
The sizzling tingles charging through her twat made a beeline for her swirling fluids. She was amazed that her climax didn't instantly erupt, but her pussy waited for his cock to quit spitting before releasing its storehouse of honey.
When her orgasm finally reached fruition, it seemed bent on discharging every bit of her hot lava in a single, devastating explosion. Her cunt felt like it expanded to ten times its normal size with all the fiery liquids cascading between her trembling walls. She screamed and writhed around the fury of her eruption, her legs clamping around Fitz, her fingernails digging into his back, her hips bouncing and jiggling in a frenzy of lust.
His cockhead was pummeled by the swirling eddy of her climax. He tried to extricate his sensitive knob from her gripping circle, but her pussy held him tightly in place. He groaned and felt next to tears as her spearing liquids felt like sharp needles driving into his tender flesh. He could hardly stand the excruciating tingles racing through his shaft and used all his strength to rip his cock out of her drowning cave.
Free of her cunt, Fitz collapsed on top of her, panting and fighting for breath.
Laura went limp beneath him, her pussy hot and throbbing and dribbling their cum into her furry nest. She felt good, she felt happy, and she made an instant decision.
"I'm going to quit my job at the school," she said after a few minutes. "Then I can devote all my time to the hospital, and to you."
"I'm not sure I like that order, but you've got a job here as long as you want it." He raised up and planted a passionate kiss on her soft lips. Then he abruptly pulled away from her mouth.
"Uh, I'm not sure how to say this...." he began. "You don't have to," Laura said, gazing into his dark eyes. "I know you're married, and you can't make any promises. That's okay. Let's just enjoy each other for now."
Fitz smiled and lowered back down on top of her. His gentle breathing felt good against her tits.
Laura smiled, too. She felt much better about herself, even if she was having an affair with a married man. With time, she knew she'd forget about Paul, and someday she'd find a man like Fitz to love her. In the meantime, she'd make the best of a very good situation.
