Duncan Fox - The naughty nurse

"Awww, I'm done," Kathy moaned, slumping forward so her tits squashed on his legs.

"Yeah, well, I'm not," Angelo grunted. His cock ached.

"Yeah, well let me rest a minute at least," she whispered. Her breath was hot against his shins.

"What do you have up my ass, anyway?"

"One thumb."

"Only one? Jesus, it feels like a telephone pole is fucking my butt."

"Does it hurt?"

"Sort of," she answered. "But it feels good, too. Ah!" Her asshole spasmed and relaxed.

"Come on, Kathy! Feels like my cock's being twisted off!"

"Okay," she hissed. "Okay."

She straightened up and took some of the bend out of his cock. Still leaning forward, she lifted her ass and his prick slithered out of her flooded cunt. She lowered, drove his cock back up into her. Her cunt-juice poured down over his balls.

Angelo began thumb-fucking her asshole again, began easing his thumb in and out of her rubbery ring. Then he applied his other thumb to her already stretched asshole.

As he drove his first thumb back into her, he slipped his second in beside it. He felt a shudder rip through her as he stretched her asshole. Her cunt clenched around his cock. His palms and fingers gripping her ass-cheeks, he forced both thumbs deep into her rectum.

"Jeeeezzz!" Kathy screeched.

"Fuck me," Angelo grunted, pistoning his thumbs in her asshole, stirring her shit.

"Don't stop," Kathy begged. "Awww shit, you're tearing me open! Don't stop!" She bounced up and down on his cock.

He didn't stop. His balls were boiling. His hips tried to fuck against the resistance of the traction harness. A streak of sadism ripped through him.

He stretched Kathy's asshole with his thumbs, trying to tear her. He saw her asshole stretch and draw out into an oval as he pulled his thumbs out to the sides.

He wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in the hole his thumbs were spreading open. His guts sizzled as his orgasm drew closer and closer. Kathy was silent now. Her blonde hair tossed around her naked shoulders as she jerked and heaved on the double penetration.

"Going to come!" Angelo hissed.

"Awwww," Kathy whined.

"Come on, bitch, come on!" Angelo surged, using his thumbs to guide her bouncing. He twisted and turned his thumbs in her ass, drew her shit-hole out to the sides, and moved his thumbs in and out of her all at the same time.

"Jeez," Kathy moaned.

"Coming!" Angelo grunted. He pressed forward and down with his thumbs. He jammed Kathy down hard on his cock. Pushing forward, he pressed his jetting prick through her velvety flesh. His come felt like bullets of molten lead. His neck was screaming from the strain he was putting on it, but the pain was nothing compared to the searing pleasure of his coming.

"Enough," Kathy whined as his coming faded.

He drew his thumbs out of her asshole, saw the puckery hole seal itself.

Desperately, Kathy pulled up off his shriveling cock. He saw his thick white come oozing from the folds of her pussy. His thumbs felt greasy.

Kathy was slumped on the edge of his bed. His hand rubbed up and down her smooth, naked back. Then, without really thinking about it, he reached around her and cupped one tit tenderly. Kathy pressed his palm against her warm, yielding globe, then took his hand and kissed it. She sniffed his thumb and grinned wickedly at the smell of shit.

Lorraine was lying on her back on Jimmy's bed. He was on top of her, pounding into her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she was visualizing Angelo's brutal stretching thumbs wrenching Kathy's bung open.

Lorraine was only faintly aware of Jimmy's weight on her. The boy was pounding his prick into her with tireless thrusts. Her cunt was raw from the fuckings it had already taken.

Lorraine's asshole burned as she thought about what Kathy had let Angelo do.

Jimmy slammed against her, pulverizing her cunt. Lorraine writhed under his attack. She spread her knees. Her hips were bouncing and rebounding off the firm mattress, moving in opposition to Jimmy's vigorous thrusts. Her hairy twat slapped against Jimmy's hairless pubis. Their flesh smacked together.

Lorraine rose slowly to a climax – one that would never have existed if it hadn't been for Jimmy's stamina. She imagined Angelo's cock driving into Kathy's shitter. She visualized Kathy's asshole being stretched by Angelo's rigid cock, pictured his brutal prick pumping in and out of Kathy's ass.

Lorraine's coming swept over her like a wave. She felt Jimmy's prick jumping and jerking and twitching as come shot from his prick.

Even after Jimmy's cock had left her cunt, Lorraine felt as if a hot metal bar was filling her channel. She had had too much cock in one night. Her cunt was rubbed raw. She ached.

When she hauled herself off the bed and stood up shakily, she felt come dribbling down the insides of her thighs, down to her stockings. She was hardly aware of Jimmy's exhausted snores, or the door closing as Kathy left the room.

After dressing, Lorraine fled from the room. She hurried down the corridor toward her station, her mind on what she was becoming.

A cradle-robber, that was what she was. Jimmy was eighteen, barely old enough to spurt when he came, and still hairless. And he was dying. And he had been innocent. And she had corrupted him.

She felt sick.

In her room in the nurses' quarters, Lorraine stood staring out the window. Smoke from her cigarette stung her eyes. She dragged on it nervously. The glass of Scotch was cold against her naked ribs – she was wearing only her bra and panties, and had one arm defensively across her bare midriff. Beside the ashtray stood the contraband bottle of Scotch. After what she had done already, what did it matter if she violated the ban on booze?

"Hi," Joyce said from the doorway.

"Hi," Lorraine grunted, not turning around.

"God, what a shift!" Joyce sighed. "Ugh! We had two cardiac arrests. I feel like I've been in a pressure cooker."

"Thought you said it was another quiet night."

"It had been, up till then. I need a shower."

Lorraine's gloom-racked mind wondered absently why Joyce showered so much.

"Still haven't fixed the air conditioning, dammit," Joyce complained, coming back into the room. "I think it's a plot by the interns to get a free skin show. Keep standing at that window and you'll have all of them over here with their cocks hanging out. There any yogurt left?"

"Dunno."

"I thought you stopped smoking," Joyce said from the kitchenette. "Hey, you left the ice out."

Half melted cubes tinkled in Lorraine's glass as she took a big swallow of Scotch. It was her second ass… or maybe her third?

"Holy shit! You're drinking!" Joyce said around a mouthful of yogurt.

"Actually, I'm trying to get drunk," Lorraine said bitterly.

"Well, whoopee, let me get out my grass!" Joyce said cheerily. "Miss Ice finally breaks down! Wait'll the rest of the girls hear about this."

Lorraine turned and looked at her roommate. Joyce, wearing only a pair of flowered bikini panties that hugged the mound of her pussy tightly, was looking at Lorraine worriedly.

Joyce's short, straight brown hair was still wet from the shower. It was parted and combed like a boy's. It emphasized the graceful length of her neck, the boyishness of her trim, petite body.

"Hey, you're really crashing, aren't you?" Joyce observed seriously.

Lorraine turned back to the window, and took another swallow of Scotch. Then she reached for the bottle. It slipped from her grasp, tipped over.

"You've had enough," Joyce said, corking the bottle of Scotch and setting, it on the floor. Then she gently removed the sodden, half smoked cigarette from Lorraine's hand and added it the pyramid of butts.