Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

Lorraine stood there indecisively. How could she do it? He was nineteen, less than half her age. He was a patient, and she was his nurse.

But he had the greatest looking cock she had ever seen. It was much bigger than the prick that had ravaged her the night before. Even her husband's massive prick would have been dwarfed by the gorgeous tool being waved at her. It wasn't just that it was big, it was beautiful. It was perfectly proportioned, exquisitely sculpted. The head was like a rounded arrowhead. The groove on the underside curved smoothly up toward the tip. There was no circumcision scar to mar the perfect flow of the shaft.

The thumb in her crotch rubbed her clit and Lorraine felt as if she was melting into a puddle of lust. Her eyes closed and her knees wobbled.

"Come on," Angelo urged. "You have to do it. I can't move. You have to do it all!"

Lorraine remembered the quick, sharp orgasm with Dr. Stern the night before, and her resistance crumbled. She would be totally in control. She would be in the perfect position to get all the satisfaction she wanted. She would have to do it in such a way that no strain was put on Angelo's injured neck.

"Take off your clothes," Angelo hissed hotly. "Take 'em off."

"Just-just my panties," Lorraine moaned. "Just my panties." Dragging her dress up, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and shoved them down. She stepped out of them. She pulled her dress up around her waist and prepared to fuck herself on ha patient's jutting cock.

Holding her dress out of the way with one hand, she reached up and grabbed one of the pipes that ran the length of Angelo's bed. Kneeling on the extra-firm mattress, Lorraine swung her leg over his naked hips.

Thinking she had seen a movement in the next bed, Lorraine glanced at Jimmy Carter. The boy seemed to be sound asleep, though he had rolled from his back to his side and was now facing her and Angelo. For a moment, Lorraine remained frozen in her revealing position – she was still gripping the overhead pipe, and her bare crotch was gaping over the towering pole of Angelo's prick.

"Don't worry about him," Angelo hissed. "He's a sound sleeper." He let go of his prick. It flopped up against his hard gut. Then he proceeded to roll her dress so it would stay around her waist. Lorraine gripped the two cold pipes and watched Angelo tilt his hard-on to vertical.

Aching with lust, Lorraine positioned herself over his cock, and eased cautiously downward. The head of his cock touched her twat, wedged into her crack. She was off target by a fraction of an inch. With a whimper, she shifted until his prick was set in her cunt-hole.

Then, very, very slowly, she started downward. She felt his cock slide slowly in, spread and stretch the slick walls of her cunt. She felt his prick-head penetrating her like a spear, bore up into her streaming channel. Shifting her knees slightly, she let herself down a little more. His cock was halfway in now. She was deliberately torturing herself. Her face was beaded with sweat and her hands were threatening to slip on the slick pipe. Her shoulders ached with the strain of keeping her weight off the mattress. Her eyes squeezed shut as her cunt clutched the slowly penetrating cock.

"Jesus, you're hot!" Angelo hissed. "Like having my dick wrapped in raw liver."

Lorraine was racked by a convulsion and dipped an inch lower on his prick.

"Yeah," Angelo grunted. "Yeah!"

His eyes were wide open, watching his prick being slowly engulfed by Lorraine's black-bushed twat. He licked his lips.

Lorraine grunted deep in her throat. She felt the tip of his prick hit the end of her cunt. She shuddered as she slipped lower. She felt her cunt being stretched lengthwise by his thrusting prick.

"I feel it," Angelo hissed. "My prick cap feel every ripple of your twat. I can feel the end of your cunt even."

"Aaahhh!" Lorraine moaned from the depths of her straining lungs, and realized suddenly that she had been holding her breath. She was fully seated on Angelo now. His cock was jammed completely up into her cunt. It felt like she had a telephone pole up her pussy.

"Want to see what you're doing?" Angelo asked. Reaching up, he adjusted the mirror that allowed him to see the television.

Kathy could see where their crotches meshed. For a moment it was just a confusing pattern of skin and hair. Then she recognized her own soft pale skin, the strained lines of her thighs, her garter belt, and Angelo's hard, tan gut. In the center was a thick, tangled forest of black, kinky hair. Hers and Angelo's.

She lifted and watched his dick emerge from her cunt. It was shining wet with her juices. She lifted and lifted and lifted, felt his prick leave her twat, felt her pussy close behind it. She smelled the thick aroma of her arousal as she watched the cock appear. She lifted until just the head of his hard-on was clasped in her cunt.

With a shiver of exhaustion, her arms began to give way and she had to lower herself. She felt her cunt walls dilate to accept Angelo's bulk. She saw the shining cylinder of his rigid prick vanish. A wave of lust flared through her as his cock-head jammed against the end of her tunnel.

"You okay?" she asked. Her throat felt hoarse.

"I'm fine," Angelo answered calmly.

"Your cock's so big," Lorraine moaned.

Angelo was holding her waist with his strong hands. His thumbs eased slowly down to her twat. He spread her cunt-lips. She felt cold air hit the dripping heart of her crack, and she saw her pink inner flesh glowing in the black-fringed center of her pussy. Her clit was throbbing hungrily.

Reaching down, she guided one of Angelo's thumbs to the little button and rubbed it slowly back and forth over her nerve center. Angelo pressed and rolled her cunt against her pubic bone.

Grasping the overhead bars with both hands, Lorraine lifted again, then lowered herself very slowly. She began to fuck herself on him. She watched in the mirror as his thumb mangled her clit and his cock punched up into her guts.

She was oblivious of the bright eyes looking at her from the next bed. Jimmy Carter lay rigidly still, his mouth half open. He watched his roommate's cock appearing and disappearing in the horny nurse's twat.

Jimmy's prick was as hard as steel, and his hand was curled around it, squeezing it. He didn't want to jerk off again. The last time he had flooded his sheets with chilly, gooey fluid, which had made it harder than hell to sleep. But how could he endure the sight of Nurse Kelly mounting Angelo's great cock? If Jimmy didn't do anything, he'd be doubled up with pain soon.

Maybe – maybe after the nurse was done with Angelo, she'd come over and do something with him. Angelo had said she was a horny one, after all – and he was sure proving it right now. But how could he ask her to – to do him?

He shuddered. Fear almost made him lose his hard-on. He'd have to make do with his hand. He wished he had the guts to toss his sheet back and show her what he had down there.

Lorraine Kelly's eyes flickered in Jimmy's direction. He quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Lorraine thought she had seen Jimmy's eyes open. But when she looked at him, they were shut.

She turned her gaze back, to the mirror. She began moving faster as Angelo's thumb continued its maddening tune on her clit. Her hips swung back and forth as she moved up and down on his hard-on. Then she added a circular motion, and felt his cock stirring in her guts, whipping the walls of her cunt as she bounced up and down.

She wondered if the teenager was likely to come soon. She wondered how great his staying power was, what kind of stamina he had. She had expected him to erupt early in the game, the way Dr. Stern had. But Angelo was behaving as if he could fuck all night, as if he got fucked regularly.