Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

She clutched his bobbing ass as he fucked her mouth. His balls were bumping her nose with every thrust. Then they began to draw up and up.

She knew he was about to blast her throat with semen.

His cock erupted for the third time that day, the second time that night, and she thought she was going to drown in jism. Thick, hot, creamy spurts flooded her throat, poured down to her stomach. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

She scissored her nylon-clad legs around his head, clamped his mouth to her cunt. She wrapped herself around him like an octopus as her come obliterated her consciousness.

She didn't come to until she began to choke. She sputtered around his meat, struggled to get air into her lungs. She licked his prick clean as it shriveled. Then he tumbled away from her and lay beside her with his head on her hip.

When she tried to stand, her legs felt rubbery and gave way for a moment. Her white uniform fell into place.

She helped Angelo back under the covers and tucked him in. Briskly, she washed his face, then her own, and rinsed her mouth out.

"Thanks," Angelo whispered.

She looked down at him. "Consider it a farewell present," she said.

"Oh?" His eyes flickered open and she realized he was almost asleep.

"You don't need me any more," she noted. "You can make it on your own from here."

"Yeah, but still…"

"No more, Angelo," she insisted.

They had done it all. She had taught him and learned from him.

He was snoring softly as she left.

Lorraine wondered how she could feel happy at such awful news. Jimmy's re-admission could mean only one thing – he was worse.

But the sickening reality was, after she heard he was coming back, she felt a surge of anticipation and pleasure. The memory of his cock driving into her ass as she sucked Angelo's cock was still burning fresh in her mind, many months later.

Angelo had been sent home, and she had kept her lust tightly controlled since then. The dust from Dr. Stern's scandal had settled, but she hadn't had a good opportunity since her ass-kissing episode with Angelo.

Jimmy's return instantly triggered a searing flame in her cunt. That slim, hairless body was available again, that wonderful, slender prick could ram her guts one more time, flood her with hot jism.

"Jimmy's in with a boy who lost a leg to bone cancer. He's about to have another amputation," another nurse said, going off duty.

"Oh? He's new, too," Lorraine observed.

"Uh-huh. He's probably terminal, too. He's the same age as Jimmy. Such a tragedy."

"Yes," Lorraine agreed. She was remembering how she had gotten involved with Jimmy in the first place. Why shouldn't the new boy get to have a little fun before he died?

"Well, that's it, I'm gone," the nurse said, picking up her purse. "Give 'em the usual tender loving care."

"I will," Lorraine managed. She sat down and considered the situation.

An hour later she was baring her mature, lush, womanly body. Jimmy was lying on his back, naked. He had his throbbing hard-on gripped in one hand.

Down to her stockings and garter belt, Lorraine put one foot on his bed and rolled her stocking down. The pose gave him a perfect view of her black bush. She felt his eyes zero in on her hot cunt.

Once free of her stockings, she unhooked her garter belt and tossed it aside. She stood in front of Jimmy and spread her legs slightly. She ran her hands up and down her naked body. Cupping her tits, she lifted the heavy, warm masses. She stroked her thumbs over her nipples.

Jimmy stared hungrily at her. Dipping her head, she tongued her nipples, made them hot.

Arching her back, she massaged her tits. Her pussy oozing with lust, she let her hips roll and thrust, rocked her naked twat toward the boy. She was a woman, a horny, ready woman, presenting herself to her favorite stud. Turning her back, she rolled her ass at him, then bent forward. Clutching her buttocks, she dragged them apart, showed him her asshole. She felt like an animal, and she loved it.

Jimmy was sweating. A thick heavy clear blob of pre-come quivered at the tip of his rigid prick, then oozed slowly down to where his fingers encircled the tower. His hand moved, smeared the clear juice over his meat, made a sticky sound.

Rising one foot to the bed again, Lorraine slid a finger up into her cunt. Slowly, she moved it in and out of her slippery, velvety tunnel.

Jimmy watched as she languidly finger-fucked herself. Spreading her cunt-lips, she toyed with her clit. Her hips began to roll and twist with arousal.

Jimmy was jacking himself off with youthful abandon. His hand moved up and down the ivory column of his cock. The skin of his prick slid over the steel-hard core. Sticky strands of pre-come coated his fingers as his hand moved up and down, up and down.

"Don't come," Lorraine groaned. "Don't come."

"I won't," he assured her. "Not until I'm in you."

"Well, be careful."

"What about Charlie?"

Lorraine glanced over at Jimmy's roommate. The boy looked even younger than Jimmy. He was still covered by his sheet. He was watching shyly. His prick was like a tent-pole under the sheet, and there was a spreading damp spot at the tip. From the looks of it, his cock was monstrous. He was watching her and Jimmy with bugged-out eyes.

"He'll get a turn," Lorraine said.

Charlie gulped, and brushed his hair back off his forehead.

Lorraine kept easing her glistening finger in and out of her dripping cunt. She turned to stare at Jimmy. Her mouth watered at the sight of his prick. The dusky tip was coated with a thick, shining layer of lubricant.

She curled her finger in her twat and scooped out a gob of juices. She licked her finger while Jimmy watched. Then, she reached out and took a thick drop of Jimmy's pre-come from his cock and sucked her finger clean.

"Come on," Jimmy groaned.

She knelt on his bed. She straddled him, spread her cunt over his trim thighs. She moved until her hole was over his cock. She lowered herself on his prick, nuzzled the tip into her twat. When his hips lifted, tried to stab her with his dick, she pulled up so he couldn't penetrate her cunt. She was in control. It was going to be her show.

"Please," Jimmy whispered.

"You want to fuck me?"

"God, yes," Jimmy grunted. "Shit, came on, let me fuck you."

"I'm going to fuck you," she corrected. "I'm on top."

"Well, get to it. Please," Jimmy pleaded as she squirmed her hips around. Just the point of his prick was touching her cunt.

She stopped, and stayed very, very still for a moment. His cock was as hard as steel. The tip was spreading her pussy-lips, nuzzling into the soft rippled opening.

She dropped, all at once. His cock speared into her like a battering ram, slammed deep into her cunt. In a split second she was filled with meat, stuffed with cock. Her cunt walls were stretched by his mass, jammed open. She felt as if she had taken a cannon shell in the crotch.

"God!" Jimmy groaned.

"Geez," his roommate sighed.

Lorraine shivered. She sat up very straight and let her cunt get used to the size of his cock. Her cunt spasmed around the hot, hard shaft as if trying to squeeze it out. She cupped her tits, mashed the heavy globes, dug her fingers into them. She loved the bruising pain. She reached down and took Jimmy's hands and placed them on her tits. She pressed his palms down on her heaving tits.

She made him dig his fingers into her flesh.

Then she began to rise and fall on his prick. Leaning forward against his hands, dragging her tits this way and that, she screwed herself on his prick. She saw him looking down at where her cunt met his cock, and wished that she could see the shining tower of his prick sliding in and out of her.