Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

Very carefully, Lorraine pulled the sheet off him. He was naked. She wondered if he had been expecting her. His cock, a stubby worm, lay drooped down over his balls. It looked sweet and innocent.

Lorraine reached down and touched his prick. Lowering her head, she blew on the limp prick. She licked it, tasted a salty drop at its tip – piss? The idea excited her.

Jimmy's prick shivered in her trembling fingers. She touched it with her tongue, and felt it hardening, growing. After moistening her lips, she wrapped them around the end of his cock. The quivery shaft expanded. She screwed her tongue into the slit at the tip.

She swirled her tongue around the rubbery cap of his cock. She felt his prick expanding quickly. She glanced up and saw he was still asleep. Dipping her head, she carefully sucked his swelling cock into her mouth, let it slide along her velvety tongue.

Jimmy groaned softly, and his hips began rolling and thrusting. His legs slid apart, and his balls dropped down slightly. The muscles in his trim, flat belly squirmed.

Lorraine's guts tightened as she got more prick in her mouth. She wondered if it would be possible to bring Jimmy off without him waking up. She decided to try. She held his prick delicately between her thumb and forefinger and bobbed her head up and down. His prick seeped hot pre-come onto her tongue.

Jimmy's hips rolled from side to side on his pillow.

Lorraine slowed her cock-sucking. She stopped bobbing her head and remained still, with just an inch of his cock in her mouth. Very gently, she stroked the underside of his prick with her tongue, pressed a wave of clear juice out of his piss-hole. The slippery fluid smeared her tongue. His cock was fully erect now.

She waited until Jimmy was breathing evenly again, then began pumping her head, more slowly and carefully this time. She reached between his slender, hairless thighs and slipped her hand under his balls. The egg-shaped glands squirmed as she fondled them. She gently pinched each ball between her fingers and thumb, then let it squirm aside. She felt the twisting cord of his sperm tunnel.

She pumped her head on his prick. Her fingers caressed his balls, scratched his cock. Delicately, she touched his asshole with her fingertip. She felt his prick twinge reflexively.

The burning trickle from Jimmy's cock increased as she scratched his asshole. She fucked her mouth on his cock, coated his shaft with spit. Her jaw was staring to ache.

He was still asleep, but was increasingly restless. His hips were pumping, driving his cock into her mouth. His flat, hairless belly was almost touching her nose. She gagged as his cock-head brushed against the back of her squirming, scrubbing tongue.

His balls tensed. His ass-cheeks clenched. She felt his piss-tube squirm and a hot blob of jism squirted into her mouth. She was swamped in a musky scent. The viscous fluid coated her tongue. She was swimming in come. Her mouth flooded with saliva and jism.

She swallowed jet after jet of come. She was being drowned in semen. She knew the total amount could be no more than a teaspoonful, but as it kept spurting into her mouth, her stomach recoiled as she swallowed.

She swallowed the last of Jimmy's come, then sucked his cock as it began, to lose its stiffness. Her mouth was pasty with semen. She loved it. She let go of his cock and sat up. She looked at him. He was still sleeping. His legs were drawn up and spread wide as if he was a girl who was eager to take her lover.

His prick was shiny with spit.

"Very nice," Angelo said suddenly from across the room.

Lorraine looked sharply in his direction. He had thrown the covers off and was holding his towering hard-on. His hand pumped the cock-shaft as his fingers smeared the purple cap with clear fluid.

"I thought you were asleep," Lorraine said stupidly.

"It's damn hard to sleep in this fucking rack," he pointed out sourly.

"I suppose so."

"Quite a farewell party."

"You've heard, then?"

Angelo snorted. "Shit, who hasn't? A miracle, the doctors say the kid's body chemistry changed suddenly. Shit. You and I know all he needed was a good fuck – which he got."

"You sound bitter," Lorraine observed.

"What makes you say I'm bitter? Should I be bitter? Bitter about spending the rest of my life on this fucking torture rack?"

"You won't spend the rest of your life on it."

"Yeah? You ought to hear what my doctor has to say about that," Angelo responded sourly. "Anyway, the kid's getting fucked, and going home. I'm stuck here."

"You've gotten fucked, too," Lorraine pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I haven't had a blow job like that one," Angelo argued.

"Looked to me like Kathy did all right by you."

"Yeah, for a kid she did all right. She's young and inexperienced, though. She's not a woman."

"Are you leading me on?"

Angelo grinned. "Shit, yes!" He was still pumping his fist on his throbbing prick. "I want a blow job. I want to see your mouth on my cock. I want a fine, high-class, educated, registered nurse twice my age to suck my cock like a common whore. I want a blow job from a neat Irish chick named Kelly."

"I'm French," Lorraine snapped. "My husband was Irish."

"Yeah, well, French is more appropriate anyway," Angelo said, then snickered. "So, French me, lady."

"Why should I?"

"Because, you're a nurse, and if you don't, I'll be in pain."

"You keep jacking off and you'll be in a puddle."

"Shit. I could do this all night and all I'd get is a raw cock."

Lorraine watched him jerking off, watched the way the foreskin tugged and slid over his towering prick. She wondered what his come would taste like, how much of it he could produce. Then, there was his bitterness. Chances were he would heal, but it was going to take a long time. And, when he did get out of the traction frame, there would be weeks and weeks of physical therapy.

Lorraine knew she was rationalizing what she was going to do. Also, she didn't want Angelo the way she did Jimmy – Angelo's older, hairier maturity didn't appeal to her the way Jimmy, did. She liked them young – at least young-looking – the younger the better.

But that towering chunk of cock made her mouth water.

And, if he didn't come, he would be in pain.

Getting up from Jimmy's bed, Lorraine went over to Angelo. He was still pumping his hard-on. Putting her hands on his bed, she leaned forward, lowered her mouth to the jutting purple knob of his cock. He smelled of sweat and shit. Her lips curled around the bulb of his cock and she swept his hot meat with her tongue. She lifted her head, picked a pubic hair off her tongue, then took his prick into her mouth again.

Angelo steadied his cock with one hand. His other came down on her head. He curled his fingers into her short black hair and forced her to take his cock down her throat. She gagged.

"Yeah, suck it," Angelo groaned.

"What are you doing?" Jimmy asked suddenly.

Lorraine froze.

"Getting some special nursing care," Angelo answered. "Like you just got."

"I did?" Jimmy's voice cracked.

Lorraine wanted to spit out Angelo's prick, but his grip on her hair made it impossible.

"I had a real crazy dream," Jimmy said.

"Sonofabitch, never would have thought it was possible," Angelo grunted.

Lorraine's throat was battered as Angelo's cock slammed against it.

"Jeez, look at her go!" Jimmy exclaimed softly.

"Yeah, man," Angelo agreed. "Deep throating it, that's what she's doing."

"I'm getting hard just watching," Jimmy noted.

"So, go ahead and do something about it," Angelo suggested.

"I-I'd like to do something a little different," Jimmy stuttered.

"You mean up her ass?"

Lorraine's guts chilled, and her asshole twitched.