Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

She diddled her clit harder and managed to squirm a second finger into her already full cunt. She began to come, slowly at first, then harder and hotter. She froze and shuddered as the bright pink blush flared up from her cunt, out over her lush, heavy breasts. She felt her cunt spasming around his cock and her fingers as wave after wave of flame roared through her.

"Goddamnit, I almost made it again," the intern protested from beneath her.

Lorraine held on until her coming faded, then she began moving again. It wasn't that she cared about his coming, she couldn't have cared less. But there was more pleasure for her, a bit more forgetfulness, and she was determined to get as much as she could.

She bounced and pounded on him, and began to come again. She felt him begin to come, felt his cock twitch.

She felt his come hosing her guts. Thick, hot, gooey semen flooded out of her cunt and over her hand as she came a second time.

When it was all over, she felt depressed. She dismounted from the doctor. She didn't look at him as she grabbed her bra from the floor and covered her aching tits. She dragged her panties on, oblivious of the come that flooded from her hole and soaked her panties.

"Way to go!" Dr. Stern managed. He was still on his back on the bed.

"Shut up," she snapped as she buttoned her dress.

She set her nurse's cap on her black hair and patted her curls into place. Then she glanced at the bed and frowned. It was rumpled and stained, and something would have to be done about it. She stripped it quickly.

"I'll remember this," the intern told her just before he left the room.

She remained stonily silent as he left her. A hot hunger was gnawing at her guts, despite her recent climax.

Kathy Dell brushed a wisp of golden hair back from her pink, plump cheek and peered through the partly opened door. There was a twinkle in her blue eyes as she watched Nurse Kelly and Dr. Stern return to the station.

Carefully, Kathy waited until the intern had left, and Nurse Kelly was engrossed in some paper work. Then Kathy opened her door and slipped out. The aroused tips of her firm young tits brushed the door. Her tits jiggled excitedly under her frilly short pajamas as she tiptoed across the hall. She eased Angie's door open and slipped into his room. Then she waited for her eyes to get used to the dim glow of the nightlights.

Both beds in the room were occupied. Kathy turned her attention to the younger boy, Jimmy Carter. His body was so slender it barely made an impression on the sheets. He appeared to be deeply and safely asleep.

Then, her tits tightening and her chest aching, Kathy turned her attention to Angelo Carpatto. He, too, appeared to be asleep. The stainless steel frame around his head and neck gleamed in the faint light, as did the pulleys and cables attached to it. Under the sheet the harnesses and cables fastened Angelo's feet to the foot of the bed.

Under his hospital gown, his strong chest rose and fell evenly. The sheet was halfway down his torso. The crotch of Kathy's panties grew moist as she stared at the youth. He was nineteen, a year older than she was. She loved him, even though she had only known him a few days.

Very, very carefully, she reached out and gripped the sheet. She lifted it and drew it slowly and cautiously downward. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that his hospital gown was nicked way up. She drew the sheet down further, her eyes on his flat, hard belly and the line of hair arrowing downward from his belly button. The line of hair bloomed out, became a thick, black forest.

And there was his cock! The half-hard sausage of live meat drooped over his left thigh. The head peeped shyly from the foreskin. His balls were big and hairy.

His cock seemed to throb with vitality. Her crotch flooded her panties. Her stomach tightened as if it were wringing the juices out of her pussy. She stood for a long time, staring at his prick.

It had taken her a full day to screw up her courage. The night before she had slipped across the hall. But, she had only watched, and without Angelo knowing it. She had stood outside, peeking through the crack, as Angelo jerked off.

She had watched his hand pump his jutting hard-on. He was racked in traction because of his broken neck. He had gritted his teeth as he desperately pumped his cock. Her pussy had wept with frustration, then flooded as Angelo's cock had spurted thick, creamy come. Her insides ached with lust.

So, all day, she had worked up her nerve to give him something better. And now, here she was, standing over him. Her tits were burning against her pajama top, her crotch was soaking wet with hunger and nervousness. But it wasn't satisfying her own cunt that she was thinking of, but satisfying Angelo's horniness.

Cinched up by the traction, the only things he could move were his arms and hands, his eyes, and his jaw. And his cock.

Very slowly and carefully, Kathy leaned over him and reached for his half-erect organ. She took it delicately between her thumb and forefinger, felt its heat and rubbery half-hardness. Carefully, she drew the foreskin back, revealed the dusky head and the cock-slit. Just her delicate stroking was enough to make his cock swell and expand in her grasp.

"Hey, what…?" Angelo muttered sleepily.

Kathy shivered nervously, but kept her hand on his prick. "It's me, Kathy," she said softly.

"What…?"

"Ssshhhh," she cautioned, glancing over at Jimmy, terrified he might wake up.

"Hey, baby, what's happening?" Angelo asked, fully awake now.

Kathy threw him a hot, tense grin. "Hi," she said nervously. "Did I wake you?"

"What a way to wake up!" Angelo answered. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, goofing around," Kathy answered awkwardly, wiggling his prick. His cock was fully hard now.

"Yeah," he agreed. "But you're overdressed."

He reached out and slid his fingers over the thrusting mound of her tit. Her nipple ached as he rubbed it. He massaged her warm, soft globe.

"Wait a minute," she groaned softly, letting go of his cock. It flopped up against his stomach. She stripped off her pajama top, exposed her big titties to his hungry stare.

"Nice, very nice," Angelo whispered, running his fingers over her lush tits. He lifted and weighed each one in turn, then curled his fingers around one warm globe. He thumbed her nipples, making them swell and stiffen and burn.

Kathy wrapped her small, dainty hand around his cock again, and began squeezing and pumping it.

His hot, sticky oozing made her fingers slip on his hot meat. She stroked her thumb over the knobby, rubbery head, let her hand slide on the film of his pre-come.

Angelo groaned and slid his hand down to her panties and slipped his fingers into them. She felt him tug on her sparse bush, then probe her swampy pussy. One finger slid deep into her dripping cunt. Her panties were digging into the crack of her ass uncomfortably, so she shoved them down.

Angelo resumed plumbing her twat.

"Shit, you're beautiful," he sighed.

"Can't fuck me," Kathy moaned as his hand sent waves of lust boiling through her pussy.

"I know, damnit," he swore.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you hurting," she assured him quickly.

"All right!" he said eagerly.

"I-I've never done this before, though, so you'll have to tell me how I'm doing," she informed him. Her chest ached and her heart was hammering hard.

"You must've jacked guys off!"

"But I've never sucked – sucked a cock before," Kathy stammered.

"Oh, man, fucking right on!" Angelo exclaimed. "You just wrap those pretty little lips around my cock and go to it!"

"Will you-will you come in my mouth?" Kathy asked.

"Naw, I'll warn you when I'm going to come," he assured her.